They cant be,
Three little words that could,
Slit your throat in a matter of seconds,
Make you feel like ships among wreckage.
The ship being my heart,
The numerous times Ive screwed up would be the wreckage,
The fleeting smell of rotten intentions lofting on my lungs,
Would come side by side with apologies,
Built like a ladder's rungs.
I wish Things could be the same as they once were,
You say, "They-Cant-Be"
Then i die because, "That-Killed-Me"
When i think about past talks and times,
I get sick of trying to make up pathetic rhymes,
To fix a broken friendship from behind enemy lines.
But the words, "They-Cant-Be"
Hit me in the face like the bat that mark mcguire,
Hit his last homerun with...
I feel that my heart has burst,
Because i feel there are things you just cannot see,
The fact that i was sincere in my apology,
It wasnt about luck and it wasnt about me,
It was about genuine sincerity and the fact that i am sorry...
But things getting back to normal?
They-Cant-Be
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Finger Muscles
When I write poetry about love,
it's like my hearts saying, "here, I'm gonna flex these for you"
knowing what I think, I think love is true.
True, I haven't found you but when I do...
when I do my fingers will be flexing, "I Love You"
I love you like seventy percent of Americans,
who take freedom for granted.
I Know I'm young but my feet are planted.
I'll see you around,
half way around the globe,
or it better seem so,
because I'm done,
done like the thousands of whores across the world,
chasing false hope,
like the drug users that are hurdling over police tape,
with outstretched arms starving for the next high.
High, like up on the ledge that I would throw myself from,
only if I was a lemming searching for your love,
the wind in my face,
I'm falling from above,
Above, kind of like the "state -your-name-above" section in the prenuptial agreement form that so many people flex their fingers for...
I'd say that as soon as you state your name;
their goes our love, flailing and suffocating on the
cold.
dead.
floor.
But in wanting you more,
greed has smacked me in the mouth,
and ripped my eyes from within the sockets they should be withheld,
only knowing that your "Love" rings a silent bell.
singing me sweet tunes of muscle flexing,
I Love You's.
I Love Me Some Comments :)
Tell me how you feel.
it's like my hearts saying, "here, I'm gonna flex these for you"
knowing what I think, I think love is true.
True, I haven't found you but when I do...
when I do my fingers will be flexing, "I Love You"
I love you like seventy percent of Americans,
who take freedom for granted.
I Know I'm young but my feet are planted.
I'll see you around,
half way around the globe,
or it better seem so,
because I'm done,
done like the thousands of whores across the world,
chasing false hope,
like the drug users that are hurdling over police tape,
with outstretched arms starving for the next high.
High, like up on the ledge that I would throw myself from,
only if I was a lemming searching for your love,
the wind in my face,
I'm falling from above,
Above, kind of like the "state -your-name-above" section in the prenuptial agreement form that so many people flex their fingers for...
I'd say that as soon as you state your name;
their goes our love, flailing and suffocating on the
cold.
dead.
floor.
But in wanting you more,
greed has smacked me in the mouth,
and ripped my eyes from within the sockets they should be withheld,
only knowing that your "Love" rings a silent bell.
singing me sweet tunes of muscle flexing,
I Love You's.
I Love Me Some Comments :)
Tell me how you feel.
I Am Weak
I stare into this mirror,
Staring back into empty visions of a lost soul who tries too hard,
Trying to find something that most of creation calls Love.
This feeling of rejection eats at my heart like the way a lion eats away the flesh of some animal too weak to defend itself,
I'm Dead.
Standing up is nearly impossible when the weight of every screw up and every flaw is battering my ribs like the thousands of dead bodies across the world who's captured underneath crumbling buildings Too weak to stand.
Forcing myself to blink is a skill worth losing because blinking isn't any good if everytime I open my eyes I'm looking at a boy too cold hearted to speak.
What's the use in words when words have been my enemy from the start,
Telling me that mirrors lie,
this ones pretty true,
and in any truth that I'll ever find is that this little boy has the weakest mind, because his eyes are too blind to see what his ears have already heard,
only to screw up every single word that he's ever spoke.
Regaining my conscience,
I step away from that mirror,
Running is the only choice I have,
Having no recollection of anything good, it's all bad.
I am weak.
Staring back into empty visions of a lost soul who tries too hard,
Trying to find something that most of creation calls Love.
This feeling of rejection eats at my heart like the way a lion eats away the flesh of some animal too weak to defend itself,
I'm Dead.
Standing up is nearly impossible when the weight of every screw up and every flaw is battering my ribs like the thousands of dead bodies across the world who's captured underneath crumbling buildings Too weak to stand.
Forcing myself to blink is a skill worth losing because blinking isn't any good if everytime I open my eyes I'm looking at a boy too cold hearted to speak.
What's the use in words when words have been my enemy from the start,
Telling me that mirrors lie,
this ones pretty true,
and in any truth that I'll ever find is that this little boy has the weakest mind, because his eyes are too blind to see what his ears have already heard,
only to screw up every single word that he's ever spoke.
Regaining my conscience,
I step away from that mirror,
Running is the only choice I have,
Having no recollection of anything good, it's all bad.
I am weak.
Monday, January 4, 2010
See Through My Eyes
My new found grip on reality states that,
My words buzz like mosquitoes,
Going for your ear drum as if armies were camping there.
My heart is like a stray cat,
Maybe lovely on the inside,
But nobody takes the time to see,
What the dirt and grime may hide.
My brains are like a basket,
Filled with useless things,
Maybe a death, to put it to rest,
Maybe jewels from sons of kings.
Silly people say silly things,
Nobody cares that shes dead,
All of these useless thoughts,
Are general makeup of what i see in my head.
My eyes are like lonely pools of blue paint,
The more I grow up,
The more they grow faint.
My feet are like platforms frozen solid with ease,
Maybe they were built of my heart,
With winds that could make them freeze.
My ribs on the surface are clean,
But deep below they hold secrets,
That some just couldn't believe.
My name is Dakotah,
And this is how i see,
Mentally, I see things that you cant even dream,
But my name is Dakotah,
Too bad I'm only human being.
This is the newest...
hope you like it.
My words buzz like mosquitoes,
Going for your ear drum as if armies were camping there.
My heart is like a stray cat,
Maybe lovely on the inside,
But nobody takes the time to see,
What the dirt and grime may hide.
My brains are like a basket,
Filled with useless things,
Maybe a death, to put it to rest,
Maybe jewels from sons of kings.
Silly people say silly things,
Nobody cares that shes dead,
All of these useless thoughts,
Are general makeup of what i see in my head.
My eyes are like lonely pools of blue paint,
The more I grow up,
The more they grow faint.
My feet are like platforms frozen solid with ease,
Maybe they were built of my heart,
With winds that could make them freeze.
My ribs on the surface are clean,
But deep below they hold secrets,
That some just couldn't believe.
My name is Dakotah,
And this is how i see,
Mentally, I see things that you cant even dream,
But my name is Dakotah,
Too bad I'm only human being.
This is the newest...
hope you like it.
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