Poetry Time #7

 The Morning After


You left me alone on my island to die
Friend
I said, no
You thought it was a passionate moment

I was passed out
He asked to be with me
I said, yes
You left me alone

When he said I could take it
I said, no
You thought it was a passionate moment

He flipped me over
You heard me too
I begged him, no
You left me

I passed out
The pain
The fear
You thought

I woke up
He was done
I thanked god
Passed out again
You left me on my island to die alone

He disappeared
Satisfied in my humiliation
Hours later
You come in
Its time to leave
I'm with you on my island dying alone

What a piece of work
I mumble
What do you mean?
I have no answers
You thought it was a passionate moment

When I tell you
You do not believe me
You leave me

Then you do
And choose to ignore it
You wanted it to be a passionate moment

I threw up all day
Scrubbed my body
A million different way
Stared at walls
I am left on my island to die alone


written in my mid 20's

Poetry Time #5

The Need for Speed


Satisfaction they look for
Love and drugs they need
They started off with four
Doing too much speed
Now there's even more
But some have done their deed
Something they didn't know before
The others gave their plead
In a stuffy, obnoxious court
Doesn't matter what creed
They're a circus horror
And so they start to bleed
From the twist of those swords
That closed mind disease
In their face a slamming door
No one there to believe
Down to those cold heart cores
That any of them would succeed
So came the blood and gore
And they started again with three


written when I was 16



I hope you know I love you


I forgot you
Missed the day
Three weeks later
Alone in tears
Life does go on
That is a gift and an injustice
You don't die to stop time
Time doesn't stop when taking a life
It steals and hordes in a corner
While we keep on moving
It's strangling each flame
That warmed our soul
I"m sorry sweet bother
I damaged you again
Like i did in life
I ask your forgiveness
With no memorial to salute you
No plot to place flowers
That day has become like any other
Leaves, sun, tide, keep falling, shining, and eroding
So along with those
You are left behind
It would be useless to fight
I am only human
Oh to error
Oh to you


written in college

Dont forget! Part 2 of Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll  will be next week. Have you read Part 1 yet?

Poetry time #4

The Snake In My Garden


You want to be in love
Cherry Wine
Walking down by the railroad tracks

It sounds so sweet
It sounds so fine

Your eyes look into me
Wanting to reveal every part
Perhaps you could love me

It sounds so sweet

I could talk
Or take off my clothes
You conclude

It sounds so fine

You love the way I taste
And what you touch
So please dont stop

It sounds so sweet
It sounds so fine

You hand me an apple
Laughing with such delight
Asking me to take a bite

It tastes so sweet
It tastes so fine

You're so evil
You're so divine

WOMAN in the dark is all i hear
It echos in my mind
Til i scream in a wild frenzy

It feels so sweet
It feels so fine

We have nothing in common
So it wont happen again
But as I run my lips down your neck
There is no refusal
Take no prisoners

I stare at the ceiling in the middle of night
You talk in your sleep of the poisoned mind

Everything good
I've look for and missed in you
All the bad I tried to avoid
But always enjoyed

Perhaps you are evil
Yet so divine


written when I was 20

Poetry Time #3

Split


Poor, tortured little me
No one loves a girl
No one needs to see
The pearl

Inside the dark
Hard shell
Something the ocean sparked
A little piece of hell

Jumbled in her head
Do they, dont they
As I sleep in bed
Asleep by the bay

Dream of blanket love
Warmth denied to long
We would like to be a dove
Sing a sweet song



Untitled

All illusions about myself tossed aside
I am stronger now
I will survive
Graduated baby steps and take it all in stride
No matter how many steps i take back
I can acknowledge my inabilities
Yet sometimes i get lost in me,me,me
I have learned to look beyond my victim
In need of apologies
I may go from green, orange, red and gold on the leaf
But my soul still floats
After the leaf crumbles under your feet
My brain may continue
To play tricks on me
That i am stupid,m ugly, and untalented
I am stronger now
I will survive
Living has made this all possible
Not sitting in defeat
Trying
Whether I accomplish or fail
Self confidence has built
Little victories each time
I stumble
I fall
Step out of time
I am stronger now
I will survive

written in college around 2000

Poetry Time

One Positive Thing About Me

I love to laugh
Feel it in my son
Make silly faces
Feel fingers on my toes
Fighting to escape them
Stupid jokes
Root beer out your nose
Impressions
Warm hugs
Tucked in
Soft stuffed animals
Sweet kisses on my head

My Own

It ain't that bad, found my key at the last minute
Received an award at work, it ain't that bad
It ain't that bed, only got off work an hour late
Attempted my homework, it ain't that bad
It ain't that bad, dad only lost his hearing for an hour and a half
Grandpa fell on his face again, it ain't that bad
My mom is starting Alzheimer's medication, she's only 50
It ain't that bad, I can leave the light off and cry in the shower
Its early morning no one will know, it is that bad
Found a note by my door, it ended love, your friend
It ain't so bad



both written in my 20s in college.