Can you hear it? 

        the sounds of notes

forever drifting?

        the call

of the sweet unknown?

can you hear

            the angels cry? 

                          your devils pray?

and the wails

of the past?

                     can you hear that?

distant drumming 

                never gone

can you hear

            all the people

  all the voices that

never quite leave? 

all those voices

that never stop thrumming

 never stop drumming

even if

no one is there to listen?

      can you hear all the poems? 

the ones that haven't been written?

               never

gone  

               never

here

                               if only we could

only hear

that is the poet

                        the ones who hear

they hear life

                        that gentle

                            thrum

that sound

                       of all things living 

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        I

would like you to know

 that happy ever after

doesn't happen

        and I

would like you to know

    that no one is ever 

completely happy

always 

       in the back of your head

         you worry

         you question

         and you always always 

doubt

not that we can help it.

       it's programmed.

not something we can change.

       we used to need it,

to be alert even while happy.

it saved some cavemans life probably.

        and now.

even though 

                   it's not needed

it's still there.

 

 

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the glass

      it's broken

in little crystals 

                 like snow

is that broken glass

soft?

     

or

will it cut me?

like

that time my hand slipped

           while cutting carrots?

I guess it's the second one

I mean

shards like that

get stuck in peoples feet

all the time

right? 

       everyone's yellin

I don't have a clue why

all it is

        is a car

( even though it is flipped over) so

why

is everyone

making such a fuss? 

            it's 8:30 am for god sakes!

and on a saturday too!

I got back late last night

later then I was supposed to

            so I'm tired

and want to sleep

                 so

I just wish that everyone

    would just

     shut their mouths

or something because 

because

    I'm sleepy 

INTENTION: I wrote this off a photograph of a car flipped over and I was thinking about what would it be like to be on the outside of this event looking in? and hence the poem.

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so much

for promises

     I can see now.

they're 

     broken

     rotten things

appealing

on the surface

                                  but hollow

inside 

they say 

              " everyone has a chance here"

" we do not discriminate"  

and most of all 

" you are welcome here" 

            no one

is welcome

        anywhere

      by nature 

           humans

alienate anyone

different

           in 

size 

     color

shape 

        ethnicity 

beliefs

and make their lives

        hell

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I wish

 

for peace

I wish

 

to end world hunger

I wish

 

people would just stop wishing. 

 

          because 

 

        it does nothing

such

 

useless things. 

a promise which in itself

to me seems

so rotten and broken

 

you know will not be kept

 

           even

 

                  before

 

                           it's made

 

you  wish

you didn't

have to

 

but

 

you do

anyways

 

       if

you actually meant it  

 

you would dream

 

        because 

 

those come true 

 

                        occasionally

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H ate 

A lone 

T ears

E verything

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S creams

C an

R each 

E veryone

M ostly 

         but never

        when

you

        need

them to 

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Why

do the good 

     die young?

                      is it because 

they recklessly

think

that old evils 

                  can be

defeated? 

                              or 

are they just

                 dumb?

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       I watch my life

pass me by

       I watch waves crash

but I do not swim

       I watch the sun shine

but I do not go out and play

       I watch my fingers drum on the desk

but I make no  comprehendible beat 

       I watch the clock tick late at night

but I do not sleep 

     because 

if  I sleep 

            who 

will watch? 

               or see?

   the stars

or the moon

or the sky

     turn blue

     come dawn? 

INTENTION:

when I wrote this I was actually thinking about a song that I had been listening to and the first couple lines really inspired me to say " who's watching the world?" and how I really thought that sometimes I hang back in the crowd, and look at things from the outside because it seems so much more easy to watch then to do and life seems so much simpler when your on the outside looking in, instead of being in the thick of it where everything is so personal and confusing. and it made me think about the past and how simple my life seemed then and how now looking back on it. I could've avoided so much of what i thoiught was pain. but now that I look back on it I can see that I don't understand pain. even when I look back which reminds me of another song. about how some things can't be expressed and how even with a clear veiw. some things just don't make sense until you go inside and experiance it.

 

PROCESS:as I said in intention I was listening to a song while I was doing this ansd the first couple of lines really stuck in my head. so much that I know them by heart and could write it down, you know what i will write it down.

watch my life

pass me by

in the rearveiw mirror

pictures frozen

in time

are becoming clearer

those are the lyrics that really stuck in my head and when I looked at them. I said. whoa whoa whoa. besides the fact that I LOVE the song these lyrics really made me think about me and how I interact with the world sometimes. the song went a different direction but I kept the first two lines and just wrote off of those. and the poem just sort of came out and now that I look at it. ( in the rearveiw mirror LOL)  I saw that even though the song was more about love and saying I love you and I'm coming to terms with it. that my poem became something completely different. I changed the spacing in this and I tried to make things that were simular line up because thats what they do in life. 

 

 

      if I see a bug I squish it

      if I fall I get back up

but  

when I hear

          " go get a consoler!"

I freeze

          stuck in place

as she starts to cry

        because her arm is broken

      if I see a bug I squish it

      if I fall I get back up

but then

I froze

and did nothing 

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 Hang on for dear life

 

      on to that rope

 

  let go for dear life

 

             on the top of that arc 

 

feel your voice

 

feel your stomach lift,

 

as if

left behind

by your speed

 

let out a ear splitting scream

 

                            cause

 

                  well just cause

 

feel your feet skip

 

                     on solid water

 

        walk for a moment

 

                                     then plunge

plunge so deep

plunge down in the lake

and know it's deep

 

though you can't see

 

           cause you have no life jacket

 

                          cause

 

                well just cause 

 

then swim to the surface

 

cause your running out of air

 

swim with 

 

    yellow sweater arms

 

that make you go faster 

 

cause 

 

               well just cause 

         and shiver as it rains rubbing your arms

even though you realise that rubbing you arms just make the cold worse

cause

that cold water is just being put on you again. and that sweater refuses to dry

won't dry out

 

even though

 

you're

the one tending the fire ( you need it to help cook tonight's dinner)

and even though it's summer

cause

you're

so wet cause

you

didn't think

too hard about

the fact that

you are wearing a sweater. (to heavy to dry out quickly) because

you

needed something yellow

kinda how

you

didn't think

about how itchy that face paint is when

you

decided to use it

and how

you

never think it through

do

you?

you

thought before

god how stupid is he?

to go off a rope swing in his jeans

and backflop none the less

at least he had something to change into

but

you

are just stuck shivering

 

INTENTION: I wrote this off of a memory. and I still have the yellow sweater i was wearing that day. and I remeber thinking before I went off wow I'm an idiot and how stupid I was being but I pushed away the thought and I went off anyway. and then I realized after ( when I was cold and wet) how dumb it was. but I didn't really even care then because it was a really fun experiance. and the kid who went off in his jeans? none other then my older brother. I guess stupidity runs in the family! but on a more serious note I was really thinking about how some things look so dumb in retrospect and how now that your not in the moment attached to it that you can look at it so much more logically. and it made me think about what smartness really is and how I think that responsiblity is being able to detach yourself from the moment and look at it like it's already happened and how it might turn out. good or bad. and now I can see how people get sucked into things like drugs and smoking and gangs because now I can see that when you look a moment without attachment and think: " how will I look back on this moment?" is when the real concequences come through and how when your in the moment. it just doesn't mget through

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O ut and in

P laying and not

P laces and things

O pen and closed

S imple and complicated

I n and out

T ruth and lies 

E verything and nothing

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Eveyone says

" the rain ruined my day!"

not me

          I run out especially to see you

you clean my world of it's worst residue.

        population

I prefer deserted lands

to crowds

      pushing and shoving

     to see no one 

to leave just me  

me and you my dear pounding rain, 

just me and you? 

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L ong walks

O ver exaggerating

V ery overly obessed with anime!

E motion to the ocean

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L ove

I nterpretation

F orms 

E verything

 

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W ho? 

 

 

H ow?

 

 

O h god why me!?

 

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Mary 

       is a bright and energetic 4 year 9 month year old with big blue eyes and rosy cheeks

 

I was not energetic

          no one liked me and no one cared to do anything about it

I was not bright

 My writing was unreadable, even more so then the rest of my peers

and my talking wasn't so great either

 

 the T still drops sometimes

in words like

Character

( that remaining lisp making it sound more like cara-der instead of care-ac-ter)

and Elementry

(  more like ele-men-er-ry if you seperate the sounds)

as well as

Manhattan

( man-had-en Mary speech)

My eyes are

green

blue

and many other colors if you look close enough.

They observed me for so many months you'd think that they'd at least get my eye color right

her test scores  were good

but dropped as time went on

most likely due

                         to test anxiety.

I did not like

       people staring at me like that.

with

they're  bad

see through attempts

to make it seem like

        they

aren't looking

I still do not like such stares.

 a reason I hate proforming for family

 they stare way to much,

they stare

as if they are observing an obviously dumb child take an IQ test

knowing that they will fail.

 a reason I love art so much

    no stares

because if you see an artist at an art show

even if he/she is covered in ink, or paint or whatever shit

he/she was working with

        you do not stare

because you

are looking at art work.

 not the artist who makes the work.

     he/she is not doing anything to entertain you

he/she is not singing or dancing or putting on a play.

       you only look at the work.

not him/her because

that

would be rude. now

wouldn't it?

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I've been to many funerals in my years.

eight to be exact.

I know that atomostsphere of sorrow that makes even the most

squirmy and impatient child

quiet and still out of respect

I've been to eight funerals. 

I have seen so many people cry in despairing gasps.

but I have only been to one funeral

where I actually knew the person being buried personally, instead of being a distant realative whom they never spoke to. 

and even though I did not sob

those despairing sobs

tears do burn

but do not escape. 

I can not tell what's different about you 

you like like you did when you were alive to me 

but then again. 

I haven't seen you in years. 

I talked to you exactly 4 times. 

and I'm not sure you even remembered my name.

but then again

I'm not sure you remembered anybody

you after all die of a stroke 

and then again. I'm your great niece. 

not even a grandchild. 

another distant twig

from a tree

you are no longer a part of. 

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I don't see why you all scream

 

every single time 

 

you step near a grave. 

 

it is not all that scary

 

do you really think some spirit 

 

is going to come back from heaven 

 

just to take revenge on you 

 

for stepping on top of their final resting place. 

 

if you think about it 

 

highly unlikely 

 

if you do not like graves. 

 

keep it to yourself. 

 

I for one do not like cemetaries. 

 

I do not like the fact that I'm stepping over dead bodies. 

 

but do I scream? 

 

nope. 

 

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what a shame

it's such a shame

that he had to die so young

why did he die so young?

one word

War

shot in the chest 

blown to pieces by a bomb

it doesn't matter

in the history books

he will just be one part of a number.

because we don't care

to list every single name

in every textbook because that 

would waste

a holy hell load of ink.

 

INTENTION: I wrote this poem to say well that war is just a really messed up thing. I also wrote it to say that not everyone is remembered for what they did.

 

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