Sunday, February 14, 2010

I...


Hi Carrie
I wrote this short poem for you
Stumbling on weak words
That I’d only want to say
On Valentine’s Day
I wonder if that’s okay

Everyday
I get nervous around you
Like a little boy
With his first Valentine gram
Maybe after class
We can walk home hand in hand

Well you know
I’d bring happiness to you
My sunniest days
Coincide your darkest gray
And I’d find a way
To bring light in place of rain

And Carrie
I planned this night out for you
These hearts do their best
To stay steady in our chests
I wanted to say…
But my mouth keeps it in check.



Friday, November 13, 2009

Reinvention



My optimism misleads me
Especially with memories
I was in lecture taking down equations
About how pencil-lined structures should have been
If designed properly

In the hour I fell asleep
Opening the doors to this dream
Well what if the world was how I imagined
These textbook equations I would understand
And breed new beginnings

And reinvention would occur
On all fronts that we're aware of
Science, society, responsibility
Fresh air carries conversation
I let you speak while I wait
Your soft words come out right when said

And reinvention would occur
Retroactive to four years past
As if though I was a senior and asked you to prom
The midnight dark conceals our hearts
I would have this last dance with you
Because this dance was overdue

My optimism misleads me
Especially with memories
This life never follows this story I write
No fairy tale endings on this hope tonight
Little dreams mean nothing

But reinvention would occur
Even with the days we have now
I still built this friendship on foundations of love
Even if our hearts never meet
Underneath my dark blue bedsheets
My life requests your company

And reinvention would occur
Where we need it the very most
Because I fear what will happen when we’re in dark
One day we’ll find a better way
With what we really mean to say

Sparking the bulb for brighter days.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

Apartment Door


I could not keep Hope
Tied to the end of this twisted rope
I found only Fear
Selling ideas to our children here

I searched far for Love
I heard she only stayed a few months
Rumors in my head
And I’d lie awake waiting for her
To come comfort me while in bed

Like all rumors this one must be true
A lesson taught ever since grade school

This place has ill will
And every truth whispers the largest lie
Some bad alibi
I became Courage, but just for a day
Cause the heart dies in that time anyway

Well midnight black is shining down on me
But I want a light brighter than this night

I asked directions to the nearest church
And ended up at your apartment door
Where my best sins add up to such distrust
I swear I only wanted to find Love
In the absence of Truth we merely touch
And then it's lost but I want this answer

Because you’re easy
Easy to talk to
Spin me words that may or may not be true
But now it's too hard
Yeah your heart is hard
Will I be your friend even in the end?

I want this answer.



Thursday, August 6, 2009

Anytown 2


1. Cover Letter


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Cover Letter

Dear Miss

Enclosed is a resume of writings
Of some poems, of my heart, through these lines
Are events I’ve noticed for months
The experience should be enough

I am seeking a permanent job
Unwilling for the temporary life
If you cannot contact the references
It is because they do not live in the present

Well they are still waiting
For something to happen
And look forward to the day
When their lives will be great

I hope you find everything is in order
I hope I am someone you remember
I hope to hear from you soon
I hope you make me someone new

Sincerely,

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Anytown 1


This Is Your Life

The calendar page flips from
July to August
The kids buy supplies for school
Old friends enter work brand new
But still you’re sleeping in
The alarm was ringing, ringing off

Ringing, ringing, ringing..

And curse the daylight
Torching your weary eyes
Beers last night were healthy
Rids you of pain so easily

And waste the weekday
When the weekend can’t wait
Asleep this afternoon
Tired from nothing real to do

Now he questions himself:
Why is there nothing else?

This is your life, you must know
That these streets signs failed
At telling you where to go
Missing the red traffic light
Caused this crippling car crash
The sirens were ringing, ringing off

Ringing, losing, falling...

And fall from the sky
A bird who lost his flight
Wings too tired to rise
Extinguished from this burned out life

And die at the scene
Making this a ghost town
Where you’ll linger around
Until your lost soul hunts you down

And die at the scene...

Ladies, Gentlemen, this is the life
Of a man stuck somewhere inbetween
And if we remember him
At least for a day
Maybe he’d be on his way
His soul finds his ghost
Takes him away from the world of gray
He’s a man stuck somewhere inbetween


This is your life, or so it was
Tell me if who and when you loved
This is your heart, it went missing
Tell me if that means anything

This is your life, god it’s your life
No the years never did suffice
Now you question yourself:
Wasn’t there something else?

---

Plastic on Couches

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting

From the outside I touch it
But without comfort
That comes from cotton fabric

So let me in, let me in
I have stared at this couch much too long
Take this plastic skin off

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting.


---My Blue Sheets

I have you
As nature intended
Near naked on my bed
With my blue sheets
Oh almost perfect

We're underneath this miniature sun
That provides us light for now
I think it’s time for a sunset
On this ocean blue foreground

So turn off the switch.

As if though we’d hide.

It’s dark in this studio room.
I’m still trying to find you.


Well we’ll find it soon.


Friday, July 3, 2009

Transamerica


I found love
As a passenger in a pickup truck
I found peace
As the asphalt flowed underneath my feet

And I know
There’s nothing better than the open road
I’m not lost
As long as I have somewhere to go, oh...

Leaving the coast of California
Breathing the air of Alabama
I thought about you once or twice

But your words left me
After each state line.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Dear Kate


Dear Kate
I know we don’t talk but do you
Still hate....
My poems I know it’s not helpful to say
You will be the topic here anyway

Dear Kate
I know you don’t care but I would
Still wait...
For you I know it’s not helpful to say
You define beauty to me to this day

And it’s a hassle
No I’m a fighter
I wrote this poem because I know
My ghosts can’t keep you here for long
I know one day you’ll soon be gone

Dear Kate
I know it’s been weeks but am I
Still late...
On this I know it’s not helpful to say
You know me too well for my hope to stay.