Posts tagged poetry
Posts tagged poetry
You see beauty where there is none:
Some shitty old photos
That I would have gotten rid of,
Well, you cut them up
And made them to something new.
You could see their potential,
And I could see only what I failed to do
Is love nothing more
Than a photo on the floor?
Crawl under the desk
For you to find it:
Two Lovers, arms around eachother
Folded down the center
A crease between their shoulders,
where their bodies meet.
But I always thought
It lasted longer
And spoke volumes above
A photo on the floor.
And is this silence worth more
Than a year spent at sea?
Never feeling home,
Pulled between countries
Well, I always cared more for it
Than a weekly pay check or
A ticket to the lottery.
if you didn’t see my other posts.
this may seem harsh, but it’s actually one of my fondest memories
Said, “I don’t give a damn
What you think of my songs,
Didn’t write them for you,
Or for anyone”
Do you remember
When I stormed out?
When I slammed the door,
To our broken house?
Do you remember,
How we built it up?
Later that night
Your tire went out:
You called me up
Said, “I could use some help”
I came on down
And I showed you how,
To fix it yourself.
And we fought,
All night long:
"Were you listening?
I said ‘I don’t give a damn’
Or were you just not listening
To me again?”
You probably don’t remember
That night much at all
But I’m sure you won’t forget
How to change a tire.
My dear Niagara,
You broke my heart,
And I won’t ever recover.
I had romantic notions
Of seeing your natural beauty,
With no make up,
The day after sleeping in my car,
Just outside of the city.
I drove all night to get to you,
And you had no appreciation.
There was no romance in the streets:
A woman was selling her love
Down on the corner;
I walked by her on my way to you:
I didn’t stop to talk,
My eyes fixed on our meeting spot.
When my eyes met you
You hadn’t noticed me yet.
There were people all around
Your back drop was a filthy casino.
You had no love for me,
And as the rainbows began
To form in the morning light,
I felt myself beginning to cry.
Well we wrecked our fucking boat:
Now we’re suck out in the cold!
And we popped our rubber raft,
In the middle of a shark attack!
And what I worry about most
Is when we get home,
How will I pay my student loans?
I can’t turn around
Not sure that I want to
Like driving down the street
With the lines on the passenger side
Down on the corner
A man with a billboard on his chest
Politely tells me
That I’m going to Hell.
But at least he was polite.
I laugh and I smile,
And I try to get out of bed:
But like tears of blood
That cry from a stone,
It’s all just smoke and mirrors.
So give me the blue notes,
Give me a gospel choir:
Give me a church full of soul
Not afraid to sing out-
Then tell me that feeling’s not real.
When I force myself out of bed
And take my vitamins
And tell myself I’m alright
Is it all for nothing?
Or is it somehow more important
Than what logic can create?
Lawyers; bankers; business gurus:
Self importance all around me-
As I sit next to a
Twenty-something year old with
Autism; terrets; and a laundry list
Of other issues, and a bag
Full of medication:
He desperately tries
To fight off his ticks
On the “Quiet Car”.
Suddenly I feel connected to him
In a way that I never have:
Like a father taking his son
Out to hunt wolves.
I have a friend that failed
The Bell Jar challenge,
I know it’s not right,
But I can’t help but crack a smile
When I think back on that.
He would say,
“every song I like
Is a good traveling song,
And I don’t think that’s coincidence;
I find it hard to put my feet down
On solid ground,
And not feel bad about it.”
I grew up with patches and jackets,
Nintendo and Rock and Roll,
And on my way home from dropping off
A friend I had made within the year,
I listened to a country song and smiled:
I know a girl that loves this song
She has a darkness in her that’s flooded with light:
She is one of the brightest people I know.
Her understanding weighs down her body
with the burden of human existence.
And as I thought about her complexity
I smiled to myself slightly and sang along,
And as the song ended, FuncoLand came to mind-
And the smile faded with the melody. I thought,
Change is an unstoppable force.
That blood clot didn’t stopAt your capillaries mom,
No, it moved its way to your brain. -
You are the strongest working person I’ve ever seen
And the irony is, your blood works much the same:
Tenacious, unrelenting, unbending:
That blood clot didn’t stop at the cuts on your legs
or the cuts on your arms, or the open blisters on your hands:No, it worked its way up, up, up to your brain.
And now one arm don’t work so good
And you have a hard time talking
And if you walk for too long
You have a hard time not stopping-
But you are the hardest working person I’ve ever seen
And if you let a little lack of oxygen stop you,
Then what kind of example are you setting for me?
You don’t want your boy to grow up weak, do you?
So we’re going to go for a walk every day:
And when you need time to stop,
We’ll talk and work on your arm.
Without you I wouldn’t be half the man I am today,
So if your body wants to give up
I owe it to you to get it working again
That’s what you did for me.
You’ll be the rocket
And I’ll be the fuel.
You’ll be the speaker
I’ll be the Scribner.
Whatever you want to do,
I’ll do it for you.