poems I wrote

May 27, 2005 07:59

'No Satisfaction'

Unquenchable satisfaction
Unknown desire
Who
What
Why
Am I...

Here in this particular place
At this particular time
Taking up
Space
Oxygen
Time,
I waste...

Everything I touch
Everyone
Every time
Every damn time
Is disappointing,
Even with my low expectations...

I try not to
Hope
Want
Feel
But efforts are fleeting
Unquenchable satisfaction
Is all I got.


'Track 9 on Repeat'

Driving around at 3am
Tears escape
And run into my mouth
Their salty taste
Reminds me of your skin

And the way you smelled
Completly made me melt
Right into your arms
My cozy little haven

When I hear that one song
Nostolgia creeps
Beckoning me
To let myself remember

The chords and lyrics burned in my mind
Trigger painful
And wonderful
Thoughts of your infectious laugh
Your soft pale body
Brushing your long hair
That tiny freckle on your palm
Those old black boots
With the scuff on the tip of the left shoe

But now the song has just ended
I need to hit repeat
Just a little while longer
In my cozy haven

'Blessed & Damned'

Blessed and damned
Condemned to be
Both forever
They struggle
In me

Sweet and sour
Oil and water
Opposites collide
Back and forth like the tide

My bipolar magnets
Refuse to unite
Resisting eachother
They make me fight

To stay afloat
And not go down
But sometimes I feel
Like I'm going to drown

Locked in my head
I'm at my worst
Numb but not dead
This is my curse

But at times it's sublime
My sins of seven
Make my soul feel as if
It's been sent to heaven

Not a care in the world
I'm finally free
A frenzy of bliss
Submerges me

Then all at once
The angels kiss
I take a step back,
Hear demons hiss

Blessed and damned
Condemned to be
Both forever
They struggle
In me

'Late Fall' (haiku)

Soggy leaves don't crunch
Mosh smash smush, sauter to ground
Rot in a gutter

'no title'

Sometimes its hard
for me to express
The feelings I feel
because they feel like a mess
I've confused myself
and I don't see why
Still I open my mouth
but it was only a sigh

I have no religion
I have no style
I think that I'm happy
but I'm just in denial
I can't find myself
What's in my soul
I want to be me
I want to be whole

My soul is a secret
but not by choice
I'm not too articulate
but I still have a voice
Rhymes are cheap
but so are words
Maybe if I rhyme
my words will be heard
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