~I Should Write An Angry Poem But Maybe Next Time~

I have t'bite down on my lip
to stop all the suppressed memories,
My short and long term aren't great
but it sure brings up shit
just to get to me.
My eyes burst into veins to avoid all the tears,
that's what happens when you pay
for thinking some things were all real.
I could touch it,
I could smell it,
I could hug it with all my love,
and no matter what I did
they were all just hazy thoughts.
I would talk and they would listen,
Seemingly feeling what I would feel.
I didn't realize how much of a fucking
asshole,
A fucking asshole could really be.

SN: God, it really feels good to remove the knife you stabbed me with not too long ago, maybe I'll return the favour. Wait... I believe in karma.

~Sailing Away~

I'll slave away the day
I'll slave away the night
and in the morning
I'll eat away my appetite
with old cigarettes
and stale coffee
and my nails,
a true habit's feast.
Tonight they'll sleep
but I'll keep slaving
away.

More poems!!!!!!!!! Too optimistic for a poet?

~Meeting~
When I manifest upon my thoughts
and the path is flooded,
soaked,
drenched in every moment
we have ever met,
I regret
not our meeting
but the lack there of.
I cannot show you
yet,
I am not ready,
I cannot show you
yet.

~Strangers with Eyes~

Stories hidden behind
the eyes of
Strangers,
are those that will slice
off your ears
and pin them down to walls.
You will not feel any pain but
you will only feel
the words being calculatedly
articulated; the lisp of tongue;
the spray of saliva,
and joy in your heart,
pounding to the beat of syllables
of the strangers willingness
to share
a piece of their unfinished puzzle.

~The Bookstore~
Today I bought books,
with my own money.
They tell of life with
words that are aged and rubbed away
from waves of experience
and wisdom.
Oceans and oceans
of hurt.
I will read but I will
never learn what I must do to never
become that,
I want to become
that.

~Lipstick~
Just like red lipstick on my lips,
you aren't going to stay,
you'll just leave a
stain.

Good-morning worldlings...poetry for breakfast!


~Thoughts again~

Cancer..
What won't give me cancer?
not even love.
not even you.
not even the air I breathe,
it's all gone to shit.
I realize that now,
I've got a tumor the size of my heart,
Isn't that ironic?
Endless amounts of cancer
but I'll still have that cigarette.



~Black~

All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste
because of one mistake.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
has gone to waste.
All your goodness has gone to waste,
because of one fatal mistake.



~FYA~

The only thing that isn't falling apart
isn't my knee,
it's my heart.
With everyone I meet
my heart goes with them
and passes onto those they meet.
Where I cannot go,
I go with them;
forever traveling the world,
while remaining here
in physical pain
but emotional joy,.
My heart will travel worlds,
will live with everyone,
all while resting in my
new-found wisdom.

Hey world, it's just another page in my story;

~Should've Left a Long Time Ago~
I wasn't accepting of your flaws
I was in denial.
You had no flaws to me
perfection in it's truest form.
I was in denial,
no flaws.
That's my flaw,
You made me see mine,
Let me show you yours.
Your complexion isn't so clear,
There's smoke blowing into your direction
Your God has the cigarette.
You make it all my fault,
It's all my flaws but
Your God is smoking the cigarette.

~Comfort Of Company~


My comfy bed doesn't feel so comfy
anymore.
I just lie there trying to feel it's comfort again
and it's gone.
It probably left and got scared;
things tend to do that when things
get hard.
I understand.
You just want your space,
but I don't want mine,
I want my comfort back.

~I don't Know~

You are
Something I don't give a fuck about.
My eyes are tearing
'cause the smoke from my cigarettes
is fading into my eyes.

Smokey eyes.

Your selfish bullshit is on my book shelf
in my mind somewhere.
It's disorganized;
outdated.
I'll throw it all out after you hit me
with a bomb that you'll drop
when you are not satisfied.

It doesn't matter if I am,
and I am,
I'm satisfied
because you are not.
Maybe invest in a dick.

Hello world, guess what I have for you? poems..

~The friend you go out of your way not to notice~

The friend you go out of your way not to notice.
It's painfully obvious,
the person can see it.
perhaps even smell it.
They just walk on by pretending not to see you,
but they see you,
they're looking right through you.
Like a siren in the night,
it'll scare you,
convincing yourself it's not
because of you.
But it is,
and you still don't run.

~Keys and Locks~

We prefer the key than
the lock.
I write for minds,
not for discussions.
I just hear the attraction of flies
to their mother light
I just sit as always,
but now I'm waiting
for it to come to me.
I wait as if I'm waiting for
the next season to come,
but it won't be for awhile,
No, it won't be for awhile.


~The Truth Is A Naked Gun~

I can see the stars, you can see the sky.
crying in a jar..
subtly.
The moon has perfect timing,
I see it over the field.
I choose to be alone.
The truth is a naked gun.

~Hibernation and Sandcastles

I sit in my washroom,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking saliva
I know who I am,
You know who I am,
Deeper than the roots of rock
longer than any strand of hair,
I'll know you for awhile
I hope I don't fall
to sleep.
I won't hibernate
in winter
I won't build sandcastles
in summer
My fingers will develop
the bad habit.

Hello world, poems once again...

~Inspiration~

Like a sad and pathetic tapeworm looking for fat in a 90 pound anorexic
there is no treasure beneath the X
and it's already too late
like trying to prevent cancer from growing within my body
I'm smoking cigarettes,
it's either me or you babe,
I'm betting on me,
but I know I'm going to lose

Hello world whom is not there, here is another poem :)

~Fair~
It's things like that, that make me know
That even the fairest people aren't fair.
You come across these people and believe and think
You know what you see, but you haven't seen what I've seen.
The most unfair people are those who make you believe they are fair
because they make themselves believe they are fair.
The circle of denial is the most powerful tool in our possession,
To use them subconsciously is even more powerful.
I sit here typing away about the things that make me know
That even the fairest people aren't fair.
I see you now,
I see you as denial.

and another...

~Needles in Knees~

needles in knees,
needles in knees,
needles in knees.

They don't hurt.
My knee hurts, but not from the needles.
I walk around with a cane,
This is a sign of shit to come.
Putting needles in my knees will stop that shit from coming.
I fucking hate acupuncture.
But my energy is low,
and I have to drink a diarrhea-like potion
to put my energy in motion.

Every Saturday it will be the same,
needles in knees,
cane in hand,
love in the trash can.

Who do I thank for this?
God?
Thanks, man.


and another...

~I have no title~

My teeth hurt more than you think
Watching articulated actions slowly decay than shrink
Becoming the darkest shades of gray in sorrow
Starring at the faltering thoughts in the past of tomorrow's
We paint the walls white with our forgerical optimism
Thinking they won't ever become the colour of
our deep, penetrative pessimism.