....finish last

 

"Your a good guy

 But I'm

 Just

 Not

 Interested.

 I want to be

 free.

 single."

 free?

 single?

 You gave him your heart

 so he can wrap it

 under his warmth?

 

The last time I checked,

 

It took too to make a couple...

 

 

Better left hidden

 

We follow the path

 

of dry blood

 

It ends.

The smell of death,

and the sewer where this tunnel begins in

hit the detectives and I.

 

"Oh my!"

"What an awful sight!"

I stare at the path, do I want to look up?

Slowly, I raise my head

 

 

All covered in maggots

 

eating away at his good soul

 

Lied the dead body of Timothy.

I fall on my knees

 

        Tears

 

                Fall

 

                    Down

 

                            My

 

                                  Face

 

He was better off hidden...

 

away

 

from life.

 

 

 A Dream Within A Dream (my response to the poem by Edgar Allen Poe)

 

 

Dreams,

The chirstmas wishlist of our minds

Goals we have to go chase.

 

Things we need to put our hearts,

 

and our souls on.

 

As I watch the shore,

The sand clutched in my fist.

I wish He didn't take you away!

I need you back!

 

 

Dreams,

The things we put our hearts

and souls on.

They are usually our wildest desires,

 

but the widlest desires

 

Never come true

 

 

Dreams,

The smile to our tears ,

 

A good way to hide the pain.

 

 

Untitled.

 True love

 Doesn't have to be perfect

  It doesn't have to fit perfectly

 Like a solved puzzle

 It just has to make people happy =]

 Love can be in the smallest of sizes,

 Different cultures

 Different backgrounds and ways of life

 Even mice can have find their better half

 

Mice,

 the test subject of the world

 They are seen as pests

 Nothing but a little thing cralwing around trash

 Picture two of them,

 in a glass case

 Together

 and a white glove pulling their love away by its tail

 Why should you care?

 Because just because your not smaller than your hand

 Doesn't mean your worth nothing

 True love,

 Doesn't have to be perfect,

 but shouldn't be messed with!

 

Intention: I think when two people love each other a lot there are some obstacles that get in the way of their relationship. Someone has to speak up and rain on their parade and break it up some how. That would be so cruel and unfair and nobody would want that to happen to them so, don't do it to somebody else! Even animals, like dogs or mice should be mistreated in anyway no matter how their seen, as little rats that don't have hears, minds or feelings, thats like animal crueilty.

 

 

 

Anger management

Something goes wrong

And strikes a nerve

I need to go away

Away, from life

For a while

I head for the door, the two ear phones

I put them in my ear

And I listen to the calming music

I don't have to say what I feel

I just have to escape,

Into the music

That extungushies the raging inferno

for another day.

 

Intention: This next poem was dedicated to a good friend of mine who has a crush on a girl, 5-7 months ago, he asked her out and he got rejected and is still feeling bad. I want him to move on and live life without regret and this poem is for him. 

 

This is your reality check!

 

Wake up!

Your asleep

In so deep.

This is your reality check.

 

Get out of fantasy land

You played your cards wrong

and you didn't stay strong

You broke apart into a puzzle

that only YOU can put back

together

This, is your reality check

 

We're in the middle of class

get of your ass!

You two will never hold hands

running, on the grass

This making you eat glass

This, is your reality check.

Months have passed

And she is the past

spreads your wings at last

This, is your reality check!

 

The Playground 

 

The playground,a tough place to be in 

There will always be a bully 

Trying to steal your animal crackers 

Or your PB&J w/o the crust 

 

There will be kids picking on you 

Or to give you the cooties 

 

If no one lets you play catch, 

Or tag with them, 

Or if they knock down your blocks 

Get off your diaper 

And be the bigger kid in the playground

 

 

Like Glass

 

Your a brick wall 

You have jokes 

You have "everything" 

Everyone knows your name, 

That's what you think 

Your seen as 

 

Your like glass 

The ones who are far back 

Can see right through you 

Glass so fargile 

 

Your just like glass, 

When you get over your head, 

You go crashing down 

Shattering, into sharp pieces 

Cause that's just what you are 

Broken pieces 

That will never be put back 

Together

 

Intention: I wanted to write this poem because I have recently dealt with people who I think have different sides to them and make them seem like they are something that they are not and I think, I'm reading their personalities like an open book and another idiom , or symbolism like this is glass. You can see right through it and has many characteristics I can relate to life.

 

What is, an emergency?

 

An emergency for one 

Isn't an emergency for some

An emergency for one can

be attended right away 

no worries

He or she wont have to stay

In a uncomfortable chair

Why should that person care?

 

An emergency for some

Is not treated as fast,

everyone is tie to be dead last

Everyone watches the TV until they time has come

They die of bordom, thats no fun.

Run! Run hands of the tick tock clock

When will these doctors attend to them?

The people will bust down the door

When the point comes

They can take any more!

 

 

Intention: Recently I had to go to the emergency room, it was so crowded, it was so crowded I felt better on the D train at 8 a.m. I waited 6 hours before I could be seen at felt at the doctor like nothing big was going on. If I was the onlt one there, they would have attended to me right away, but an emergency for 50 people is like waiting for a regular appointment. That was when I thought I wanted to write a poem about this, the idea behind this, I thought was interesting how emergencies could be placed in order of importance.