Posts tagged poems

Babbled and Scribbled (12/5/2007)

Let me address this nonsense and face it directly
You upset me, pissed me off, you think that you get me?
You’re guessing, you get me? You’re angry and venting
Saying silly things to the one you’re addressing
Confessing this truth that will never exist
Take both your wrists right to your lips and sip
Choke on your words while you whine and bitch
I stand behind every fucking rhyme I spit
But I don’t mind this shit cause it’s feeding my fire
Please keep this up and let me know I’m a liar
Ignoring the truth of some dream of yours
I’ll bless my lines while you bleed in yours
And you’ll see these doors, the ones that I’ll shut now
You think that I care, but I don’t give a fuck now
Never really did and never really tried to
I never gave a shit when you thought I’d be beside you
And now I’m here to find you writing your verses
About a guy on a stage when he gets introverted
Making him nervous til he caves in to pressure
And he runs away instead of facing the lecture
But your pace wasn’t measured and your facts weren’t checked out
He left in the night and won’t come back for the rest now
He’s doing his best now and never really looks back
And he doesn’t regret any single thing that he took back
So, pen to the book back and leave to the stage right
I can babble and still win, there’s no sight of the stage fright
You can scribble inane lines, compare mine to the weather
But, when I’m done with my laughing, my rhymes are still better

Notes: Not my best piece, but I didn’t actually want to write lol.

Tears In Our Hands (11//22/2007)

He sits with his hands pressed tight to his face
Tears giving chase and they’re mixed in disgrace
He hates all the change that will never take place
The road’s paved in shame, so bitter to taste
Misplaced and lost in those decisions he made
He knows they were right, but they’re far from okay
He holds out his hands and screams as he prays
Is there someone to listen on this very day?
They say that the good is all that we fight for
But it seems like a game, you must pick the right door
These days that we die for, the people we cry for
And the smiles we fake for the people we lie for
Nothing is worth it, it’s just too much to bear
A cavernous chest is all he has to share
The pleasure is gone, no hope in his stare
So he cries in his hands cause they’re already there

She thinks of the words that he whispered her
It all seemed so real when he listened to her
But this kiss is a blur cause he’s missing to her
Another one lost in this mission of hurt
And it hits on her nerves and crushes her spirit
They all seem the same, she knows it and fears it
She sings it away where nobody can hear it
Her mind is a canvas, but she can not clear it
So, she cries in her hands, the tears flood her palms
The droplets of pain in the absence of calm
She’ll cry it away and then pray that it’s gone
And dry up her hands and say that she’s strong

Notes: I’ve taken inspiration from the lives of people I know and my own life, but it’s meant to be a broader description of the burdens people carry.

Weightless (11/17/2007)

Look at you, thinking that you’re getting beneath me
It’s easy, you think you’ll be the one to beat me
See me? I’m writing this all calm and breezy
Cause I don’t have a care, I’m not mad, I’m leaving
Sill wearing a smile as you keep with your stories
I’m an angry little man, I’m yawning, you’re boring
Keep talking and jawing, it’s just more motivation
But I’ll skip past the reasons of all your frustration
Cause justification must be hard to come by
I have a million lines, but your’s will start to run dry
Right until the sun dies, I’ll keep on spilling this
Driven by the fools, like you, it’s silliness

But thanks for the attention, I just love the exposure
I’ve still got the flame, I’m not changed, just older
Go flip through the folders and get the message
If it’s not done in rhyme then I don’t respect it
So, don’t expect this shit to be prophetic
They’re just simple words to call you pathetic
I’ll call you a medic, you’ve been beat by irony
I have no life but you keep your eye on me
So why’d you lie to me? Well, which one is it?
If we’re both right here, then we share the business
You can’t poke fun when you’re doing the same shit
You messed up the joke, you’re just lame and shameless
And I bet you hate this, but you’ll call it “lame shit”
You’ll shrug it off, though you can not shake this
So, here’s your dose, go take this, pussy
Your words hold no weight and they’ll never push me

Notes: Just having some simple fun with some of the kiddies who have been trying to upset me, or something lol. Depth wise, it’s not a strong piece, by any means, but there’s really no need for one here.

Taken By Hesitation (11/4/2007)

Another day, another thought, another doubt about tomorrow
Yet another day to carry apathy and sorrow
My life feels like it’s borrowed, the path’s not even mine
But I walk along the line because I’m scared of either side
While these questions flood my mind and burn behind my eyes
Am I going through the motions while I’m standing here in time?
I need a simple sign to guide me to the light
And redirect the circumstance that’s become my life
I want to do what’s right, but I tend to do it wrong
I fall because I’m weak though I fight to keep me strong
The battle’s much too long and it’s all become so blurry
I’m never heading anywhere, but I’m always in a hurry

I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m just speaking off the cuff here
I hate the life I live, but I feel secure enough here
The direction won’t become clear if I choose to stay in safety
I pray to beat the fear, but the hesitation takes me
It holds me down and breaks me and really aggravates me
This struggle isn’t worth it if there’s nothing there to save me
I wish the world would hate me so I could do it all in spite
I know it isn’t right, but would anger fuel the fight?
Honestly, it might. It could spark me ’til I light
Like a pilot light at night with a gas leak in the line
Everything seems fine when I’m out to prove I’m better
But the reasons aren’t right and it’s hard to keep together

Between writer’s block and haziness, this is what I’m thinking
I’m not trying to be confident when pride and faith are sinking
The warning lights are blinking with every day that passes
The rope is being pulled away, it’s beyond my reach to grab it
And I see the the signs of hazards, the need to fix these choices
But, it’s hard for me to think when my thoughts all have their voices
A thousand and one noises that bounce inside my cranium
I waste another day in my efforts of evading them