Young
(Ain’t It Sad) How Things Turn Out to Be
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
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Highschool
Here I am again
Walking through these doors again
Just crawled out of the trash can
So pale. Let me tell you a tale
Highschool days
Say I am young so Its natural
But its not cause its cultural
Everyone in my family is cursed
That’s just factual.
In PE. This ball is uncatchable
Cant even catch. Its unfathomable
Got kicked out of Cross country
Cause I was actionable
Wrote a note and became habitable
Fashionable. But not applicable
Every girl that I like thinks I’m Unfashionable
It’s unimaginable how Im treated like GARBAGE
Trash cause I’m Charitable
Giving away money to Africa
They said I was phenomenal
That’s a lie. That money is navigable
Straight to your pockets. Unpalatable
These pastors on the television scamming
They are planning. Their piggy banks are incalculable
Their wife’s sit outside tanning cause you’re lazy
Crazy. You hand money to them because you’re hazy
You think their god will save you
I don’t blame you. I hate you.
My face is blue. Not red cause I have the flu.
That ebola flew over to our states and grew.
Dude. I don’t get it
This computer screen
I just want to put on my leather mits and hit it
I see my reflection. Correction. I see a connection
Ugly and negative cause I don’t get enough affection
If you have looks you get attention.
I need to go to the hammer section
So I can ram this nail in the imperfection
Disconnection. Ear buds in.
Music offering protection
I need a distraction
Before I blow up on this nation
Idiots voting for idiots during election
Put up a projection
We’re heading in the wrong direction
Stupidity is what’s going to get us
Its like an infection spreading
Headquarters
"The coffee shop,
where in the middle of the block,
it had started;
where they met.
Their headquarters,
where they rested
over iced drinks
after a long skate.
Old friends,
young men,
two, not the same blood
or kin
shake hands
and embrace the others grin,
a tight squeeze
given to each.
Brothers,
such a tight bond
with so little time,
sealed the deal
of interlocking
storylines,
adventures and shared
scrapes.
Escaping near death,
falling off boards onto wrists,
downhill descent
screaming past parked cars,
wherein that itself
is a rare occurance
when once was daily.
Temperature varied,
as did the places they'd
hunker down,
sweating,
stopping to have a drink.
Seperated by little,
attached at the hip,
it seemed. Until
life happened,
having sent the older
away for summmer,
the younger away for the rest,
testing himself and his brain.
Drumming away,
marching on by,
the two had lives
blur on by,
spiraling in different directions,
story arcs and sidequests,
conquests coloring the night,
but by and by,
when guest apperances
would transpire,
everything dropped
to meet one another,
the bond was made stronger
with the short time
it had to cure.
Not to say
neither were lost,
but both stepped in confidence.
Always looking ahead,
but once they were together,
unspoken,
to each love was gave.
Brotherly love,
concrete waves."
Little Boy
Little Boy
A little boy full of craze
Running through a maze
Lost with nowhere to go
Not knowing what to do
Crying for someone to help
But no one can hear him yelp
A little boy full of craze
With nowhere to go he stays
Wondering about his cause
As he grows with no pause
Trying to find his place
Feels like he is lost in space
A little boy full of craze
Counting down his days
Before he figures his life out
He has no clue with so much doubt
Wanting to grow up and know
What he doesn’t know is he will glow
The Heart of a Girl
When I made you cry
From the words that I tied
Around you so taut
Had only I known the heart of a girl,
When I told her I loved her
When I said I could trust her
By the sweet smiling beauty
Had only I known the heart of a girl,
I know that she hates me
Or at least she should
I planted the seed of trust deep inside of her
Crushed the walls of uncertainty
I layed new sidwalk onto streets she once shunned
I built new bars and comedy clubs up and down her busy main street
As I held her my hands looked young
You,
The one who always calls me on my birthday
You were a different story
I let myself be yours
It was you who painted that portrait of psychotic
Taught me the songs to sing
When you feel shame in your love
Is your house still crippled
From the rocks I threw at it
Hoping one would spotaneously catch
To burn that loose lipped commune,
I want to thank you
Because I've been taught how to love selflessly
I know my love will be courageous for anyone
Even those as reckless with it as you
You taught me true heartbreak
And for all the sweet girls that find me
I will know the heart of a girl
The Ticks and The Tocks
The land we are diverged by creates the bond that binds us,
literality, our spirits personify our painful excitement,
explained, but only comprehended as by being so close, yet so far.
Every tick of the clock empties another part of my soul,
but with every tock I am closer to you.
With others I put on the falsest of faces for I am not what I am.
I am secretly afflicted by the most infectious of diseases,
and it seems I have spread the epidemic through the linking of my heart to yours.
It is a malicious joy, and a hidden, self-inflicted pain to feel for you.
But, I admit to being a masochist, as my feelings for you will not waver.
There is not a second in the day I don't think of being with you,
though nor a second I am with you.
So we must appreciate every word exchanged,
until we can hear those words spoken unscripted and unedited, unfiltered with our own eager ears.
I love you, and cherish every moment we have,
but the whole in my heart, the pit in my stomach, will not be satisfied until more ticks and tocks go by with you than without you.
Young at Heart
No matter how aged you get,
How many days you have met,
Be young at heart,
Delight shall never part.
Even if the closer ones shun you,
You should perk yourself up anew,
Believing that you are the best,
From all the rest.
Enjoy life to the fullest time and again,
Let no angst knock at your brain.
Untitled
“how beautiful is the silence of growing things
in a place full of even deader things?
the soft roots of innocent herbs
poke through the rotten flesh
and curl around the dirty bones
of forgotten ancestors
that deserved better than this.” And
all of this underneath the rubber soles
of a young girl’s Sunday shoes,
scuffed white surrounding curled baby toes.
Her world watches as she jumps from rock to rock,
lining the winding road as it leads out.
And she laughs at herself,
dark curls bouncing with her. Again she wonders,
“how blind are the sunken eyes
of those who stopped looking? the flies buzz
and run their tiny feet all over
the stiff, unfeeling organs
of ancient lovers from a different land, different time.
if they could see now, they’d just see rotting wood,
the unsightly view we condemn all our expired kind to-
maybe that’s why they stopped looking, closed their eyes.”
She smiles, and the old breeze
chills her crooked teeth, stirs her Sunday dress,
black and white against her bony knees.
And she tells herself-
“It is just his body that lingers,
falling victim to natural defamation;
his soul floats on to a truer place,
full of grander memories.”
For she cannot afford to think in any other way.
The Chase
Fill up room with haze.
Morals are just a phase.
Trust is all the same.
Leave it to the waste.
Dreamt of all the ways.
Thoughts have passed away.
Scream til black and grey.
Faded with the days.
Everytime I've tried.
Your heart won't bugde a mile.
Just won't slip away.
I need it to behave.
Think of all the ways.
Your smile can make me go insane.
Whenever you call my name.
I'll send with so much haste.
I'd hope you'd do the same.