Better Alone

A social butterfly
That’s how,
You remember me.
It was all a lie
And the people,
At the party
Used to laugh,
At my jokes
But now they only laugh at me…..

So, Fuck You!
When I don’t feel right
Hello! when I need to talk
Don’t, call me
On the telephone
Cause I’ll call you
When I want

Used to chat
For hours
When I still could
Forget that
Every time I speak
These days
Its hard to hear
Because it’s muffled
From the foot that’s in my mouth

So, Fuck You!
When I don’t feel right
Hello! when I need to talk
Don’t call me
On the telephone
Cause I’ll call you
When I want

I want to be alone
Just want to be alone
Because it’s easier
So easy…..to be…….me

Girl Reflecting

Infinite, Circle, Un-breaking, Continuous
Laying Eyelids Flicker
Under Heated Silenced, nothing
Not quite silent
Not really loud

White flakes of petals fall
Snowing under frozen ice
With the warmth of summer
Nothing heated
Nothing chilled

Cotton candy rolling hills
Casting blocks of shadows
Bands of light and dark
No lightness
No darkness

Blended, with red clay earth
Body lying deathly still
Faint pulse, a rise and fall
Really Alive

Nothing is everything
All is for none
Infinity is only Equal to one

Do you see me?

Lying next to you at night
Red brick wall between us
Driving in the car
A million things I wanna say
But I can’t share them
Won’t compete with the radio

When did I become,
Part of the scenery?
A piece of the furniture?
The background noise?
How did I become so obsolete?

I say your name so many times
Yet you don’t hear me
Too busy watching T.V
I call you on your cell phone
And all we do is argue
We used to talk for hours

When did I become,
Part of the scenery?
A piece of the furniture?
The background noise?
How did I become so obsolete?

What happened to us?
When did we fall
Out of the love we had,
Remember?
Instead of your arms
I fall to the floor when I’m crying
I never whisper your name anymore
Before I fall asleep
Just to hear it.

like yesterdays news
How did I become so obsolete?

I’ve got the Blues

Appropriate poem's will follow………

Trouble Maker

She lit up fire’s of destruction, Stole money from the blind beggar
And Thieving cars was just for fun

She got her thrills from breaking heart’s, Wore rejection like a trendy hat
Even the devil named her “dark”

She never knew what love was
Branded with the tortured soul
Of a trouble maker
Unloved little troublemaker

What a crazy sight she was, screaming silently into the night,
When the loneliness ate at her.
The talk of the town, when she’s gone she’ll never be forgotten

She never had a sense of peace
Branded with the tortured soul
Of a troublemaker
Born alone
Hated troublemaker

Know it all!

So, think you have all the answers?
Think you know it all
When someone tries to talk,
You have to disagree
The only voice you hear, your own
So confrontational,
Always fighting.
Have you stopped to listen?
There’s a person speaking,
But all you hear is you.
You push potential friends away
You make the world uncomfortable
If only you could see
That you’re not always right
When your buried in the ground
There, upon your gravestone
Engraved below your name
The written words will read..
…….“None the F**kin’ wiser”

Misunderstood

Beautiful Alana

When you saw her sleeping, unaware
Your heart grew very fond of her
Quite unexpected were your feelings
That you ran away to hide

Alana, with sunshine colored hair
Her green eyes lure you in
She’s as tempting as sin

You locked the door, closed the blinds
Wouldn’t answer the damn telephone
You did however surf the net
Accidentally there she was, left you breathless
Staring back, right through you
From a picture that you took
With a sudden need to see her sleep
You ran coatless, out into the rain

Alana, with sunshine colored hair
Her green eyes lure you in
She’s as tempting as sin

Standing there unsheltered from the storm
Shivering from the cold, she was
A vision surpassing any picture
You held her tight, unable to let go

She’s Alana, she’s lured you in
And now you’re the product of sin
Sweet Delicious sin.

Sadness Need Not Apply (not today)

Oh, to laugh
To laugh is to live!
Without laughter
I have nothing, to give.

Bacon (Poetry CAN be funny)

The Angry, was the bacon
Spitting at my eye
Biting into my flesh
Leaving a sting
Like something alive
I ceased making eye contact
Looked down at my feet, poking blindly
Forking the beast
Trying to resume
Some normality
In my morning