"Waking up in shadows but preaching of light"

good stuff man. keep penning.

The Text of this Poem is:

outside this glass
i will spectate the destruction of my
entire human race
outside this
"shining black monolith"
armies of indifference instigate
weapons of mass subtraction
throwing caution to gone with the wind
citing masses of index cards
shuffling panic with boredom, i

keep throwing quarters to my
arch enemies parking meter
tuning love's street signs into
soulless empty indicator signals

to keep our slashers slashing
and our televisions full of bull****
fill our jails with people
without money
sit and linger upon
ideals and vision and
other tasteless intangabilities

i bet you think my crowns on too tight
i knows its thorns are out of style
and we all know id be lying in saying
my past tense pretenses are wrapped
two or three times too tight

its an ode to panic i cling to
its the logic that drove me to live so decisively
ive wagered my soul for a word on desperation
i live to this day wishing my life was a fire drill

ah, but the heat is so sanitary
i love to be burned (blow
outmykneecapsandtellmeyouloveme)

ill feel just as dead
until we all live again

teddybear :D

being an educator, i wonder every day why arts are being cut in schools all across the country.

what kind of world are we shaping for our kids without the emotional outlets of the arts?

ah well, my two cents.

and now, a little contemplation on something many guys are too proud to admit; lust.
***

i once cared.

i once watched every race
every little line of restraint.

watched them, and tried to figure it out
tired to watch them crush me into oblivion.

i didnt know that it had already happened. its
its kinda funny. kinda funny how things work.

i think that maybe i dont know you as well as i thought
though, hey, whats the problem?
ive got thelook
youve got the moves, and all in all
we are both oh so lonely
never mind the fifteen girls watching me
looking away as i look forward. wishing to be that one
that one i call you


so i dance here. ashamed
of the only thing that keeps my alive.
my drive to be with you - it has been so long

so now the scene melts and i wonder what in the f*ckinghell

i was thinking when i said ive got nothing for you to live.

i
want

to leave here. i want you to come with me. sure, the storm
will follow us
but what can we do about it? run faster? you know that
we have no chance
oh boy, i still think about the subtle curve of your chest
even as the world promises to crush us.


so hey, lets stay here.
no, i wont hurt you. i will protect you.
just take off that shirt. yes, just like that.

tell me you love me. that turns me on.

why thank you.

haha, amazing.

sometimes my cat does this. though hes bad at it and if its cold hes out for maybe an hour before he wants to lay out on the couch again.

you've got some talent. really really enjoying your stuff. post more!

warning. slightly bitter.
***
unsung heroes shut my eyes for me.

but hey.

dont worry. i turned off the gas.
yes the dog is fed. ivegotit all

covered.

this looks good on me? yathink! i
dont really understand why
you dance(though ive always
known it had something to do with me)

no.

no baby. its not alright. no-
it cant be like that again.

maybe someday you'll wake and see what really happened here.

see,
i could have just said IAMDONEYOUCHEATINGB*TCH
and i could have stormed
out and severed decisions(dont
you f*cking think i didnt
consider it) but
somewhere in that
cogwheel
tendonstripped
unknowing process i call my life i knew that
you would have not made it.


and, baby.

baby, i love you.

now get the f*ck out of my home.

wow. excellent.

a feeling i can empathize with too. for better or worse. :)

great job. keep it up.

thanks much teddybear.

i wont, teddybear.

i have a lot of respect for many a christian. but, like everything else, some people are good examples, and some arent.

thanks, pkd.

jellybelly <3

thanks pkd.

reading old stuff is fun; i get insights into how i was feeling back then, things i didnt understand then because i was too busy experience it.

this was about my ex-fiance. in a lot of ways, things were perfect; but things that were out of our control made it too hard to happen.

that, and bad choices on her part. eh. what can you do. :D



thanks pkh.

thanks sweetiepie. this one had a lot of meaning to me, at one point.

sounds like whomever is on the receiving end of this eventually is a very lucky man.

great write, as always. keep it up.

so late at night
i found new ways of speaking
i see my little story now peeking, i
sit here and spin some lullaby
comb my fingers through your hair
wish that i would die, oh -
just like this, with you at my side
just like this, where you still love
my eyes

and, no, i cannot see
what the hell you're doing
to
me

i wonder if Ive still got it
i wonder if you've still got me

shake, nod
strain hard to focus my eyes on you
you breathe so slowly
dead with every exhale
your lips so simple
id shake them back to life

and yes you were
the lively one, i know
i talk to you now, like
i don't know how to show

this little birdy
told me a wonderful tale
full of you and i
and now i see
just what you're doin'
to
me

i want to cry
i want my tears to wake you
from my lap
i want to shake you and make you see me

You know,
Ive been here all along
Ive traded my song
for your love to be gone

so now you know...your waking mind
wont show it
and when you wake, ill be gone
without you

so don't you fret
don't you worry those delicate eyes
don't you wrinkle that soft forehead
don't you pout your simple lips, cause

i still love you
even if its an accident

so don't ever turn your head too fast
you might see me there, watching you
with streetlight simplicity.

haha, thanks man.

public forums mean previously published? none of the journals ive submitted to have noticed, i guess. :\

very thoughtful.

ill have to ponder this one.


"light
light"

awesome.

scene:

some dull
mind-f*ck
(thats not what that slim girl in red wants f*cked)
of a party - sidelights lit upon the walls
sitting little and mechanical
cant tell if the floor is a mess
the lights are too low to show
watching reckless wraiths of the middle class
bump and grind into mediocrity
loving the act, but
(obviously)
nothing else
and im just a kid
sitting patiently, waiting
for causality to rip me a new one
cause this is a puppet show of broken hands
i ran out the door
into the arms of a god
i cant see eye to eye with
tripping on the curb as i fly
looking back in horror as nothing closes in
feeling the bass in my restless fingertips
cause tonight
they dance
and this sound holds back the dawn
so until i find a new scene to suicide
ill feign catatonic, hoping my cubicle settles nicely against my skull
last call
last call
lights out