Hope is a thing with talons
That clutches to the soul,
And rips those from stable ground
And soars to a made-up place
And sweetest in the gale is heard
And senseless yet still is the sweet
That could merit the grip of a bird
That flies with such passion and fleet
It’s taken me from the chillest land,
And from the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in actuality
Has hope ever delivered me
I love living in MA, because gay marriage is legal here.
This means not only can gay and lesbian couples have the same rights as heterosexual couples (except for some of them), but also that atheism is taught in our schools.
That’s right, folks. Because gay marriage is legal here - fuck…
You make me dizzy in the worst of ways
Hot anger, searing rage boiling in
My blood, seething in my stomach
You are a fist inside my gullet
Clenching and unclenching and
Scraping fingernails down the blackboard
That is my heart. It’s not like I’ve
Erased you yet, you’re still an image
Preserved…
Misusing words
Making verbs out of nouns
I’m thinking up thoughts
I can’t seem to pronounce
While my message is straying
So far from the point
That the lines in this poem
Are becoming disjoint
Like my mind and my fingers
That compose and conflict
Arguing over a rhyme scheme
That still fails to depict
The contrast of uncaring
And still caring so much
About everything and nothing
And it’s just such…
such a waste of my time
And a waste of yours too
And yet here I am writing
Unsure of what else to do
Iron out my irony
Stitch me up with frilly twines
Patch over my metaphor
And mar the meaning of my lines
Pat me down for poems
Untie my riddled rhyme
Lather me up with pretense
And embellish me with slime
I stand here and I sparkle
With a meretricious shine
You’ve dressed me up in cliche
And stripped me of what’s mine
Six foot pile of scrapped shoddy cells
Stacked sloppy tissue and shot organelles
I’m spewing this sad song to see if it sells
I’m spitting this sorrow to sense if it quells
Sitting on your cold feet
You hope your body heat won’t stir
Resisting circulation
Although your veins still crave the surge
Conflicted, you’re constricting
Our potential with your clasp
But addicted, I’m afflicted
Holding back is something I can’t grasp
Sitting on your cold feet
You brood a constant mute demur
Suppressing motivation
Although your body’s got the urge
Tempted, you contempt it
The pressure pains you as it grows
Tormented, I’m demented
I curse my wretched blood that flows
That green orb next to your name
Haunts me with the opportunity
That you’ll fill the corner of this screen
And that green orb next to your name
Taunts me with the grave uncertainty
That I’ll make the proper choice between
The risk of facing your rejection
and the prospect of returned affection
but I’m afraid that my choice is
to just leave it up to question
‘Cause I see that you’re online now
and it hurts in the most hopeful way
and I know that you will leave soon
if I don’t just come right out and say
That you’re the reason that I’ve been here
And you’re the cause of that cryptic status
You’re what keeps that floating green sphere
From being the world our word inhabits
So I guess I’ll just keep waiting
My cursor blinking in this space
I guess I’ll write the story
Your wordlessness can’t preface
But when your green orb’s left my vision
I’ll take your silence as a presage
I’ll scrap this poem’s silly title
And decide that you’re not worth my message
I like to hide in big buildings
I like the twenty-third floor of this library
On top of everybody else
Where I feel high but also tiny
I’m just a one in a billion
Compared to students, books and bricks
I like to believe in dinosaurs
I like the past when humans weren’t people yet
Before our heads got inflated
Full of solipsistic thoughts
We’re approaching explosion and we’re to blame
I like to think about deep space
I like finding myself on google maps
Next to infinity and beyond
Where I see my problems don’t matter
My feelings are common and yours are too.
I’ve got a thing for ambiguity
or maybe it’s just got a thing for me
‘Cause when I ponder your words’ incongruity
I ponder the chance you’d believe
that we
we’d be better of as something
something more than poetry.
There’s warm beer in abandoned plastic cups on
The plexiglass table where we used to sit
And lay out all our skeletons
Before we sent them down to a watery grave
In my backyard pool that was a cemetery
For the egos of young neighborhood celebrities and
The leaves at the end of the summer
Because…
Another year older
The Earth’s gotten colder
And raw as it nibbles your skin
Another year wiser
Your ears and your eyes are
Opened by the curve of a grin
Another year older
Confined beliefs smolder
And extricate themselves from within
Another year wiser
You start to realize your
New life is about to begin
He who writes last leaves
Longer impressions on the mindless minds
He who tongue-ties rhymes has
Mastered his own native speech.And in all honesty there’s more than
Enough to say about the good kid in the
Front row, the one who garnered
Good looks from good people.Nineteen years of…
Go ahead and cry yourself a sip
Pity tastes sweet, but it only makes you sick.
Go ahead and sob yourself a song
Sorrow’s sounds sooth, but only for so long.
I saw the glass as half-full
until you spilled it.
But then I saw it as clean.
