Poems from the Dark Recesses of my Mind
A little exhibition of some of my work. Don't expect to understand it all...
Melancholy Sunset
Waves crash,
Seagulls cry,
Dark clouds move
Across the sky.
Chill rains fall,
Cold tides rise,
As silently
Another day dies...
Seagulls cry,
Dark clouds move
Across the sky.
Chill rains fall,
Cold tides rise,
As silently
Another day dies...
Endless Knot
Lives entangled,
Seeming as many,
But really just one.
Twisting, turning
Every which way;
Always ending up
At the beginning
Just to repeat
Once again.
Seeming as many,
But really just one.
Twisting, turning
Every which way;
Always ending up
At the beginning
Just to repeat
Once again.
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Here I go again,
Back where I began.
I get hurt,
I suffer,
I end up hurting someone,
I recover,
I regret,
I meet someone else,
I'm hurt once again.
A never ending circle...
When will it end?
Back where I began.
I get hurt,
I suffer,
I end up hurting someone,
I recover,
I regret,
I meet someone else,
I'm hurt once again.
A never ending circle...
When will it end?
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Every time
I think it's different,
It ends up the same.
Do I do this to myself?
Or is God playing a cruel trick?
Cruel trick...
Otherwise known as a test...
God tests me,
And somehow I fail again.
And again.
Is it all my fault?
I think it's different,
It ends up the same.
Do I do this to myself?
Or is God playing a cruel trick?
Cruel trick...
Otherwise known as a test...
God tests me,
And somehow I fail again.
And again.
Is it all my fault?
Self Destructive Apathy
Why do I do the things I do?
I know they're bad;
I do them anyway.
Drive recklessly,
Smoke a pack a day,
Drink too much,
Stay up too late,
Allow myself to get out of shape,
Eat unhealthily,
Smoke weed,
Shroom occasionally...
I realize I'm self-destructive
But the sad thing is,
I really don't give a fuck.
I know they're bad;
I do them anyway.
Drive recklessly,
Smoke a pack a day,
Drink too much,
Stay up too late,
Allow myself to get out of shape,
Eat unhealthily,
Smoke weed,
Shroom occasionally...
I realize I'm self-destructive
But the sad thing is,
I really don't give a fuck.
Circle of Friends
I used to have
A circle of friends.
In some ways
I still do,
But in other ways
It's lost
Forever...
A circle of friends.
In some ways
I still do,
But in other ways
It's lost
Forever...
Beatnik
Staring at the wall,
Bottle nearby;
Leaning forward,
Elbow on his knee,
Strokes his goatee;
Analyzing the stone
As if the secrets of God
Are locked within.
Bottle nearby;
Leaning forward,
Elbow on his knee,
Strokes his goatee;
Analyzing the stone
As if the secrets of God
Are locked within.
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The universe is vast,
Yet, so is my mind.
As both are vast,
Are they one and the same?
Are the secrets of the everything
Locked within my head?
Or is everything I think is real
really just all in my head?
Yet, so is my mind.
As both are vast,
Are they one and the same?
Are the secrets of the everything
Locked within my head?
Or is everything I think is real
really just all in my head?
First
You never forget your
First of anything...
First love,
First car,
First ballgame,
First crush,
First rejection...
Erin was beautiful,
no, more than beautiful:
She was angellic,
With golden hair,
As if it was woven from the sun,
And fair skin,
Unblemished,
And gorgeous eyes,
Oh, what eyes!
I could lose myself
In them
For days...
I wrote the most beaustiful poetry for her,
Became her secret admirer,
But I was ugly back then,
With a bad haircut,
Bad clothes,
Big glasses,
And a bad reputation
For being the school's
Biggest nerd...
So, of course,
When she found out it was me,
She rejected me,
After toying with me...
Just emerging from my shell,
I figured she was a bitch,
And tried not to think of her...
Then, at the end of the year,
I asked her,
"Should I continue writing?"
She said,
"Yes... It's wonderful..."
Then she told me that
She'd kept my letters,
Despite having a boyfriend for so long
(Some Asshole)...
See, I look back, and I smile;
She may be a bitch,
But it's because of her
That I still write...
Erin,
This one's for you...
First of anything...
First love,
First car,
First ballgame,
First crush,
First rejection...
Erin was beautiful,
no, more than beautiful:
She was angellic,
With golden hair,
As if it was woven from the sun,
And fair skin,
Unblemished,
And gorgeous eyes,
Oh, what eyes!
I could lose myself
In them
For days...
I wrote the most beaustiful poetry for her,
Became her secret admirer,
But I was ugly back then,
With a bad haircut,
Bad clothes,
Big glasses,
And a bad reputation
For being the school's
Biggest nerd...
So, of course,
When she found out it was me,
She rejected me,
After toying with me...
Just emerging from my shell,
I figured she was a bitch,
And tried not to think of her...
Then, at the end of the year,
I asked her,
"Should I continue writing?"
She said,
"Yes... It's wonderful..."
Then she told me that
She'd kept my letters,
Despite having a boyfriend for so long
(Some Asshole)...
See, I look back, and I smile;
She may be a bitch,
But it's because of her
That I still write...
Erin,
This one's for you...
Unexplainable
So,
You want to know me,
Want to know what I think,
What I feel...
Feel free to try...
Many have in the past...
Good luck,
You'll need it...
I don't even know,
Not really.
I act on whims,
Random feelings,
And instinct...
My life, head,
And heart
Are sporadic,
Chaotic,
Confusing...
Inexplicably
Unexplainable...
You want to know me,
Want to know what I think,
What I feel...
Feel free to try...
Many have in the past...
Good luck,
You'll need it...
I don't even know,
Not really.
I act on whims,
Random feelings,
And instinct...
My life, head,
And heart
Are sporadic,
Chaotic,
Confusing...
Inexplicably
Unexplainable...
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