The Collection
A collectio of my works (well, the ones I could find newayz)
No Exit
I know of an island not far from here
where people hate to live
They fight and cry, take drugs and die
and scramble for a way out
They hate their parents, their lives, their homes
And school is naught more than a joke
But as much as they'll scream "I hate this fucking island!!!!"
Something still draws them back
A friend from old, a love untold
And memories not soon forgotten
Some call it "The Dump" others "The Lost Borough"
And still others just know it as "Hell on Earth"
But as much as I try to find my way out
I'm still pulled back to Staten Island
My friend, my foe, my life my death, my love, my whore
My Home
Relief on the Bathroom Floor
Open the wound and draw the blood
release your doubts, fears, and anxiety
Slit your wrists with blade so sharp
And slip into the comatose bliss
Lie in the puddle that pools around you
And feel the warmth that was once inside you
Face down drown and choke and die
And tomorrow will come no more
The Quiet Boy Who Seemed Weird (But Really Was Just Trying To Figure Out How Exactly To Ask Her Out)
Always in quiet contemplation
he dreams long after he wakes
Of people he'd like to be
Of thngs he'd love to do
but mostly, of words he longs to say
Glazed eyes and wide mouthed
drugged by his own imagination
In this world everything is good
everything is right, everything is perfect
And nothing is real
While a girl, so sad and lonely
listens intently to the deafening silence of a telephone
Waiting for a boy with crystal blue eyes, kind and distant
She waits, she longs, she criesshe tries so hard to tell him how she feels
But his quiet contemplation drowns out every word
Time is not on their side
Courage does not burn in their hearts
Another sad, sorry story
dictated by the cruel mistress,
the devious siren,
the merciless and beauteous goddess
known as Love
'1 Is the Lonliest Number' (Copyright Three Dog Night)
[Alternate titles: Human Complex/ 'All the lonely People' (Copyright Beatles)/ 1]
Brain, bone, and flesh
Each one built ever so carefully,
Intricately
All the same and yet unique in their own special way
Two eyes, colors as vast as the rainbow
Strands of hair that burn from Day to Night
All built with one gift and one curse
One and the same
Friends, Family, Lovers
All on a quest for connection
For completion
But even those so lucky as to lie next to another
Still must face the world alone
Physically, mentally, spiritually
The human complex my friends
The inherent desire to become part of one another
And the inevitable truth that 'I' am and always will be
1
That is what makes life beautiful
That is what makes art
Work in progress....
Life is bland
A broken hand
Bleeding, stinging, biting
Coarse and brittle as sand
Fire rage building inside
Smoke engulfing the place where I hide
Looking around I find nowNo one is left on my side
And I cry
Tears of anger
Tears of hate
Tears of pain and desolation
Drowning in black
The tar that fills my lungs
Disease consumes my soul
Six feet below the earth
With the maggots and worms
Feasting on my rotting flesh
And you looked so pretty and faceless
"Precious Moments"
We live for these, our precious moments
Flashes of joy, love, and laughter
To uplift our souls, so heavily burdened
A friend to aid us, for a rest, though short
Strengthening us, so we may carry on
One hundred sunless days, illuminated by one light
One thousand broken hearts, healed by one love
We hold these memories, like a newborn to a mother's breast
And with them dispel the darkness in our lives
So I say to you here, who live life in desperation
Look not on what has cast you down so far
But instead recall these precious memories
to lift you up once again
Broken Coroners
This Frame was once whole
today it is broken
this frame was once full
now it is empty
this frame was once free
now it is trapped
this frame was once smiling
But today it is dead'If I could get another chance....'
I wish this feeling
would just go away
but here in my heart
you'll always stay
You gave me a scar
that refuses to heal
because the way I care for you
isn't the way you feel
Maybe one day
when all this is through
You'll come back to me
And forever i'd hold you
But until then i'll dream of that night
when everything was so good
it all was so right
My heart beat so fast
i prayed, and still hope, it would last, forever
Shattered Songs
Here I am again
Mending mistakes you make
Bein sure to watch
Every step that you take
Giving up another part
of me to you
And there you stand again
With a tear in your eye
Another broken heart
From another heartless (or stupid still deciding) guyGiving up another part
of me to you
Possible chorus but I personally hate it:
Sewing together your heart
With fallen pieces from mine
A little part of me dies
With you every time
I can't keep this act up
I think i've had it, enough
It's time I fixed up my own life
And say Goodbye to you
(more obviously needed)
[?This heart was closed off long ago
where did you find the key?
Its so hard to believe, your so out of my leauge
could someone like you, truely love me?]
My Christmas Poem
Christmas, Christmas time is here
Time for love and joy and cheer;
Time to be thankful for everything.
So Christmas carols now we sing.
The birth of a king, O what a sight
To Him we sing O Holy Night ;
It's time for us to show we care
So the gift of Jesus we do share.
A Christmas carol with its ghosts
Proved to change Scrooge the most;
He learned the lesson of loving and giving
So a happy life he started living.
Santa Claus with all his toys
Brings the children Christmas joys;
Every year on Christmas night
Around the world he makes his flight.
So remember all this time of year
The reason that we are all here;
Is to celebrate His only Son
Merry Christmas everyone!
No One Understands
Natalie
No one understands
they all look on
They lose the meaning
They laugh and cry
They don't know why
They don't understand
They won't look past
The shallow surface
Move on past
Into a deeper meaning
Their lives, never going on
Stuck in the sticky glue
Of society
I can see, so much deeper
The greatness we can all achieve
But they refuse to look and see
And they stay, stuck forever
No one understands
The Curse That Haunts Me
A fire that burned out long ago
the embers still remain
Leaving behind a blackened hole
my soul forever stained
A wound, I pray, will someday pass
and make me whole once more
But time has yet to heal this gash
It pains me to my very core
Allison, If you only knew,
for I never dared to say
the way my heart did burn for you
before you went away
Your sweet voice deafens me
your shining face blinds me
You are the joy of all my life
You are the curse haunts me
Difficulty
Why is it so hard
the things I want to say
The words form in my head
but they never escape
All that I want to tell you
words that refuse to pass my lips
I feel weakened by your presence
powerless when your near
to tell you how I truly feel
is a dream that I cannot fulfill
I am a prisoner of
my own device
depriving myself of what I need
depriving myself of you
A Teenage American
I am a teenage American
I live in the land of the free.
I listen to rock music, ignore authority
I make fun of others, because of my own insecurity
I drive too fast, I work too slow
I wear designer clothes everywhere I go
But I am an American
I weep for those lost to the tragedy
Of the terrorist attack on New York City
I donate my pints of American blood
I give away my designer American clothes
I share with those in need my American money
and help all I can even though you don't see
I may be spoiled, rotten, and disrespectful
But I live in the land of the free
And I am one of the brave
There's more to come but thats all i got for now...