&mdash; The Way it Goes

A beaten dog, dreads even the kindest people

-Perla Ovitz from: In Our Hearts We Were Giants

How foolish we are to wish upon a

July 2, 2013

How foolish we are to wish upon a star
With light years drawn between us all.
So many a wish claim a single sun;
Rarely, yours is the chosen one.

I’m better off with a post-card to Mars.
Where civilization may have thrived
With high hopes that a dweller took shelter
Before Armageddon arrived

One-Sided Divorce

June 26, 2013

She’s takin’ the world, the world out of your hands.

She’s takin’ your soul, upon other demands.

She’s takin’ the dog, cause she ain’t got a heart

She’s takin’ your cd’s, and the only decent wall art.

She’s takin half of your shit, and still got the house

She’s takin’ the bbq pit, and the decorative Christmas elves.

She’s takin’ the pickup, ain’t leavin’ nothin’ for you

She just left with the kids, might as well down a brew

Or two, and piss on the Justice’s shoes.

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June 12, 2013

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She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.

can’t we be friends, my darling?

What we have, it’s too good to

Ruin with

Overzealous fawning”

That’s right, so

kick up a frown

’cause she aint lettin’ you down,

easy.

Surrender

June 6, 2013

I can’t understand why

I keep chasin’ your tail

but if I keep running

will I catch up soon?

if I say that it’s “love”

will it heal the wound?

I don’t know why

you need a friend,

In me.

When you just pick me up like a pen,

With intent to make amends…

…Though, It’s all for naught

you just call upon me when you’re

back in town, back

when its my time to come off the rack.

‘Cause when you’re gone

my dreams leave with you.

just blank nights waking up without you.

you say you wish more were like me.

Yet you look in every direction but mine

I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow

just say the word then say no more

because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.

Wishing Well

June 3, 2013

Poetry

Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “love”
It travels on another time line
Parallel to my own
Never to intersect or intertwine
Forever my bitter heart remains alone

Eternity awaits this lonely lover
Filled to the brim with guilt
Void of compassion
The will to love
Is no longer an oft-thought emotion.

I’m tumbling down a wishing well
A mason’s fairytale creation.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
My eyes with a glimpse at a life
My soul just wasn’t made for.

Yeah I’m tumbling down a wishing well,
End over end
I’ve thrown my life down a wishing well
And not a damn thing’s changed.

Cover: Thinking About You By Frank Ocean

May 20, 2013

This is a really good friend of mine who goes by the name “Hana Banana!” Not officially but in our line of friendship it is. This girl has been an inspiration to me in my writing since the very beginning. She was my first “writing buddy” I guess you can call it and I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for her encouragement, I may have never continued writing after high school ended. So I would like to honor her by spreading this video of her doing her very first cover song by one of her favorite artists. I hope you all enjoy. Please comment on the video VIA YouTube if you enjoyed it. I know I did 🙂

Recurring Nightmares

May 14, 2013

I despise you.

Every ounce of devilish flesh your frigid soul possessed.

Never guessed,

I’d dangle hook, line, and sinker.

Bobbing and weaving in the treacherous sea,

Believing my role to be truly divine.

Yet I was just the bait, yeah,

I was swallowed by fate, yeah,

And this sickness lies in wait, girl,

It relinquished the life from dilated eyes.

A desperate junkie, manipulating words fill the syringe.

Injecting lies as a cure for my blight.

Never shown the light.

I’ve grown weak, I’ve grown meek, my words have razor sharp TEETH!

I devour the world with my cynical ways.

For the light has grown red, invading my impressionable head.

Yes, you helped nudge me over the edge, yeah,

You watched me fall with no regrets and yet,

You still try to be my “special” friend.

Don’t you understand?!

You are why my conscience is dead!

I was fine before you; I was alive with ambitions

To sprout a family, to travel the world!

Now I’m one beat of a butterfly’s wings from showing you a rogue lion’s

Roar!

Your game is a

bore!

You said I deserve

more!

Pft.

An unfinished poem

May 8, 2013