Poetry

I Am

I am a rock

I am a stone

I am a big baby

abruptly bruising

my insides

Simply

because I am a boy

A lost boy at that

Not living forever young

Like I hoped for

But living, giving myself to

oblique ideas

that my pencil

gracefully creates

I am a rock

I am a clone

I am alone

Feelings don't have speeds

Growing in

Growing out

Giving oneself to sorrow

Picking needle after needle

Up, over, and scratching

something you felt some close contact with

Reverse never laid out

the nest intentions

Simply I must

Lift that tone arm

high and clear

Careful not to scuff

something I had been so keen on experiencing

Dirt and dust finds a way in

Kind of like the ice in a crack

that makes it bigger

And those harmless feelings

growing out of one

and into the other

Make that second time play

with just a bit more static

Saturation makes one full.

Over playing makes one less desirable.

Cross Country

Laying on floor eyes close shut

nothing

And there I slept with heavy heart

flustered

More and more time spent dazed

confused

Buried is me under sleeves as a cover

noises

The thing I fear most evident

lucky

Nothing is forever

broken

What Matters

I love chocolate

It excites me

and the way that Hershey kisses

It makes me warm

and it gives me hope

But a kind of lonesomeness festers with the uncertainty to belong

While you strut around without a care

Until the moment my two front teeth

hit a creamy block of semisweet chocolate

It gives me chills

and those chills they shiver up and over

the courage I had for the day

Nothing better

but I am not alone

I'm with the not so small world of depressed chocolate lovers

they feel my pain

They know all

So tomorrow some of us will est pints of delicious chocolatey goodness

and tomorrow people will mourn

Their chocolate is gone

I will be alone

and you will be with him

My brain will wonder as my soul aches

Searching endlessly for that milky way I hid in the freezer

Nothing seems to matter

but then again everything matters

My mother, her specialty triple deluxe coffee cake...with chocolate chips

But it's simply not worth it wasting my time wishing you were mine

I'm sure you cost more than a gallon on Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie

Enough with that though

We all need that thing, that place, that person

that matters

A Hershey bar, Willy Wonka's Factory, and a life size chocolate shell of Santa Claus

So I'll sit back and I'll eat, and I will forget my problems

Just like all the other depressed candy lovers

In a sweet bar of chocolate

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Boys and Girls

Come around

Us boys and girls

We come around

Looking for trouble

Getting into fights

Us boys and girls

We get up early

Before the bird

and we kill it

Us boys and girls

We come around.

Waking the Dead

Far from light

and losing a sense of wealth

Commitment never tasted so bitter

With that spoon in your hand

force-feeding ideas you never practiced yourself

My mouth was full and my eyes empty

"Last year I died again"

If begging gave you stength

I'm not sure we would need apologies

especially those halfhearted "sorrys"

Never meaning a thing you say

turns a little detrimental after all

and if for once i listened

listening closely like I should

maybe, just maybe I could remember your middle name

"Last year I died again"

With time on my heels

Turning away never felt so good

Even if my back spelt out "I miss you"

Unfinished projects always plagued me

and I'll be damned if my actions falter

because this time has been sent waking the dead

Last year I died again

Torn apart and redrawn

I'll Just Go Home

Sometimes I play in the street at night

Spot light dance

My time to shine

My time without you on my mind

Playing in the street at night. It's fun.

Sometimes I play in the streets

and it's late

and the street lights are out

and you are the only thing on my mind

From time to time I play in the street at night

The neighbors are nosy

My shouts don't help

But jumping out of tall trees is too much fun

Sometimes I think of you

At night, during the say, in the evening

and sometimes you're always on my mind

Swimming where I can see you

Drowning where I can't help

You are drowning

and I can't help

Maybe I should just be glad

That there is someone there to save you

even if I don't want him to.

YOU ME & LESLIE

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