Shadow of Someone I Once Knew...

Thou art handsome as the stag in the valley,

Upright as the oak.

For thine affections I rally,

Thy cheek I wish to stroke.

If thou reciprocate, my dear,

If thou love me too,

My soul sings, and thou shalt hear,

Envelope me in you.

Dry Erase Board Musings

It's not really a dry erase board, b/c with the pen I have, you have to wet a piece of paper to wipe stuff off. Hey, at least my poetry can't be easily lost due to drunk ppl wandering around wiping notes off, or stuff getting hastily erased.

Bah! To all.

Cast out on torn wings,

and with ones newly grown,

fly

fly away

and return anew,

back to grass that is green,

sky which is blue.

A Melancholy AIM away message

Quietly into the darkness she went
Spoketh not a word.
And into a pool of blood
she glided like a bird.
Wallowing in her own lost hopes and dreams,
dead and slaughtered as the artery she severed.
And all her soul flowing red before her on the floor,
like all the memories of yesterday too far gone away...

Feeling like I'm about to burst

feeling like im about to burst

again

feeling like i need to smoke

again

feeling all of life's impossibilities

again

ponderng what, when, where, why

again.

 

sometimes i think it should all go away

and wish to fade

in a pool of nirvana

of blissful nothingness

 

Broken

So this is the profile of a broken person...

 

Scars on the arms.

Deeper lesions in the heart.

A soul trying to freeze over

but thawed constantly by the angst

of never-ending wants,

and the memories of what once was.

 

Memories...that's all I've got...

 

 

And blood.

 

Swirling around

I wrote this on shrooms.....not bad, eh?

 

Swirling around

the beat goes on

spinning and spinning

turning and turning

lights aglow

colors aflow

love abound

arms tangled round

and there is nothing more I want than this.

And nothing more to life than this kiss

So hold me now

and tell me how

and look into my eyes

where there lay no lies

and be with me.

And make this moment forever.

 

Raising Chaos for Years to Come

Me and Heather driving back from a concert

Or  some smoky bar

Or a  club

Or bowling

Or Denny’s

Or wherever we felt the urge to roam that night.

 

Her sleek black Malibu.

Hair blowing cold in the wind.

Smoke seeping out the window

I flick an ash

And the cherry flares up.

 

Lick it up, lick it up,

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhya!

Me and Heather screaming

In a horribly out of tune harmony

over the stereo

which pulsates from deep inside the car like a murmurous heartbeat.

Our singing mostly sucks,

But it makes us happy all the same.

Our heads rocking back and forth to the beat,

Flying back with laughter and whoops,

Devil horns out the moonroof

(or an occasional middle finger)

in the defiant, energetic happiness of the young.

The exhilarating post-midnight chill perpetually blasting by,

Making us free, making us  fly,

Exhalting us

in our joyful ecstasy.

 

Heather steering down the highway with one hand

Flying past gas stations,

Random stores,

Restaurants,

Suburbs.

Beautifully lit up

Silent and content in the soft yellow streetlamps

Of 3, 4, 5AM.

 

Smiles.

Friendship.

Happiness.

Not letting the fun end.

Driving around and making our own party ,

In the dead of the night,

out of the silent streets

Which are now ours.

 

Freedom.

Knowing that my ass is gonna get busted for staying out till all hours

And not caring one bit

Cause im having fun

And I don’t want it to stop

Maybe I am abusing my privilege

Maybe I am abusing her kindness

But if she felt like I feel

She wouldn’t stop either

She’d ride on till near dawn too.

 

Ride on till near dawn

And now and then till past the sun comes up

So many countless memories of cruising in her car

After whatever fun night we’ve had.

A little exhausted,

A little sweaty from all the excitements of the night

But never happier.

And still riding on…

 

We will ride on still

And till the day we die.

And even after then

I’m sure you’ll see our specters flying down the streets

Screaming over the rock music blasting in the car

Smoke blowing out the windows

Smiles that never end

Syncopated laughter that doesn’t run out…

And the unmistakable, inexplicable aura that is us.

 

“Here’s to Heather and Maeve…raising chaos for years to come!”