Free

too tired to make any promises
but i swear that i'll think of you all night
i'll keep you in my head til morning
and murmur your name instead of cursing the too early light

and we're free as birds that are locked in a cage
free as two tigers in a zoo
free as the wind that can't make it into space
free as an ocean painted blue

i'll love you til the sands of time blow away
i'll still love you at the end of the next line
if you touch me at all i'll collapse in your arms
i really think that right now that'd be fine

we're free as the water that's froze in a pipe
as free as a couple eloping from life
who haven't yet come of age

as free as a tree in the path of axes
as free as a man with nothing to do but die
i'm caged in this life but my freedom increases
when i'm holding you close
and staring into your eye

Experimenting

which came first, the heartbreak or the heart attack
which came second, the chicken or the egg
who killed the professor, and with what in which room
why is my head so full of mysteries and questions
they won't leave me alone, even though i know they're trivial and pointless
and irrelevant to my situation
i don't even know what it is any more

is a sacrifice love or is it just self inflicted pain
is alcohol a drink or just a drinkable poison
am i a person you can trust or just one you can trust to be untrustworthy
is love the miracle drug or is it the miracle that breaks past drugs

The emo poem.

another day is just another trip through the mud
another piece of daylight with which to write emo poems
all about lonely children looking for their homes
looking for a hero, and looking for their hearts
looking for something that will put them back together after being blown apart
by the natural explosiveness of life

another love is just another hammer that breaks
something else to smash my heart to pieces with
breaking is easy if it's all that you do
i broke myself with an education, religion and video games
and now you
breaking is fun if you get a kick out of being blue

another depression is just a mood swing that doesn't come up
just another one of those ups and downs of life that turns out to only be a down
it's part of all the pressures and part of all the fears
an ingredient in pain and a spice in stress
the background to your life, behind the happiness and color
drop every bad moment in your life and make the impression upon yourself
it's a good thing after all

that message works wherever you want, if you push it in hard enough