Another "Lovey" Poem, Cause That's What Poetry's All About

You claim to enjoy being "just friends"
So I try to think of something funny to say
You claim to be my friend
But you're not, 'cause you'd have to be that much more or less
To be hurting me this way
You claim to like playing this game
You play for fun, while I play to win (your heart)
Best friends, and miles apart
Angst is real, and so is the rain
And wind, snow, love and other things I can't explain

Let's try this one more time
I'll say will you? you say I do.
We'll go down in history, 'cause it'll be true
But I'm just looking at this scene through cracked glasses
Broken lenses, a rainy day
It must be the cold church, the raindrops on the windows
And the graveyard outside that makes me feel this way
I pray to God for a storm
I pray for losing myself in thunder and lightning
I pray for summer, I pray for love
I wonder where you go when you dream, my love
Arrogance never healed broken hearts
But it's the easy way out

If I don't hear some rock n'roll
I think I might go crazy
Real music is acoustic, electricity is just lazy
But guitars come in to save me
And being in a bad place just means that a better one is up ahead
I think this could work
I could make you happy
Unfortunately, I don't think I'm the only one
Just so you know, you're the song I know best
And thinking of you makes me forget the rest

For We Know…

The world spins with dirty fervor
And humans writhe in the mud
Blood is spilled, and wrath is poured
Sons hold guns up to the heads of their fathers
Daughters cry aloud with angry voices
Opposing their mothers, and the world that brought them up
Humanity spins with dirty lust
Abusing God's holy trust
The poets sob in quiet words
And whisper to themselves; how have we sunk so low?
While the rest of the people shout in loud exclamations
"We're the best, we'll kill the rest"
Always coming to blows

Ask us, the quiet children
Ask us, the ones who know
We hide in the corners, in the hallways and closets
We stay out of the spotlight, afraid to say
What we know; that the world spins on
And men sink low
Ask us, we'll tell, for we know, we know

You Make The Moves, I'll Aim The Spotlight

This is my written confession
And I can't get enough of you
But to continue; I'm always thinking of you
Day and night, sleeping or awake
I dedicate this chapter of my life to your memory
And hope you'll read it all
(In between the lines)
And outside them too

I writing my written confession,
But I need to get a little loose
Capitalization just limits my expression
And for the next stanza I'm borrowing e. e.'s punctuation

i; love; you
it's a summertime love, luv
and i cant get enough of you; i cant get enough of you:
i must have you
i must let you go
maybe it's just a fleeting-love
or just lust/infatuation
but i doubt it
when i see your face, hear your voice
and read your words
i get a second chance, straight from God
and ive been getting these 2nd chances
for a while now[you bring me back
to where i feel like i belong]
come on my pretty, powerful lady
let us dance, let us sing, let us act like buffoons
ive waited oh so long to be free from pain
and youre my paradise of novocain

It's good to get out
From under the rock of custom
But patterns are like a love affair
You can't let them go,
when the sunlight plays on her long smooth hair
And she tells you the way to go, and where
{I'm writing my written confession…}

Don't Forget, Or I Might Not Stop It

Maybe we'll all go down in history
And maybe we'll be the heroes that time forgot
And maybe this is all a lie
But don't blame me, this is who I am
And after all, however much a lie it is, you have to admit it looks nice
And after all, however big a liar you are
I can't help but admit you look nice

But if I am a lie
Maybe it isn't a good one
But I'm gonna say me again
And tell you me until you accept it all
Swallow me hook, line and sinker

But perhaps I can tell you
Maybe you're close enough
"I'm-"
I dunno, maybe you're not close enough
I can take you away
We can get in my car and drive away
And never see our families, this town or world again

I keep on trying
And somehow lying
I keep on trying
But I keep on falling behind
Some people say poetry is just a waste of words
Maybe they're right
And others say that seeing is just a waste of sight
And the pessimists can't always be right?
But I'm not looking forward to another lonely night
(The cold gets in through corners and cracks
Scalds poor boys with breaking backs)

So You Know, I'm The Best, Right?

If the world just got a little edgy
Maybe a little more hardcore
I can explain it; the guy over there just turned his amp up
And everybody's hitting the floor
We can try to stay out of the motion
Or jump right in, and which is the better choice?
Personally, I'm in favor of going home
But not alone, if you know what I mean (no, never alone)

Three days later and I keep kicking myself
'Cause I've forgotten how to be a friend
How to watch out for your best interests
But how was I to figure it out
I've made myself cut out for this speaker-pounding life
Give me three days and your heart
I'll make it all up to you
You can only scream into a microphone and shred on a guitar for a little while
Before the tears fall from your eyes for the life you're destorying
You say I'm a good listener
And I'm sure I could be if I took these headphones off

But we keep on trying, and we keep on dying
Widows and orphans keep on crying
But rock is just a synonym for breathing
And everyone deserves something
And I think I deserve you
Which is a shame 'cause you deserve everything but me
The best music always makes you feel worst
And yelling out the truth, you can't tell who it'll hurt
But everyone, every one person on their own
Deserves what they got coming to them
And I can't keep going crazy, cause the days just keep on flowing
I'm sure someday I'll confess it all, and I hope you'll be able to take the knowing

The Best Mistakes Are Only Fakes

It was never about being the best
It was just about laughing at myself and my mistakes
The goof-ups and outtakes
All the coincidences and lucky breaks
But they all joined in and turned the laughter sour
And I'm still making mistakes
But now I'm not even trying

Maybe this is just another mistake
But if the world keeps quiet, maybe he wouldn't find out
And I think it could, cause poets like me have lots of influence
Over the inscrutable workings of fate
But give twenty monkeys ten minutes
And they might get lucky and come up with sentiment
But I only try because I can't take laughing at myself anymore

I'm trying to say no
And trying to forget what the smell of failure tastes like
Oh, wishing for the same old story
Is just wishing for stagnation
And my best friends all say I'm great
Funny how I'm the one who makes mistakes
But again, I'm only trying 'cause I'm can't laugh at any more mistakes
And all we can strive for is trying

Say, Who's Reading This?

Well, who have we here? Who is reading this? I know I have a readership out there, but I just don't know who they are. If you read this, please introduce yourself! Leave a comment! Say Hello, My Name is etc! While hit counters can tell you people are listening, they can't tell you who the listeners are. I'd love to know who the people who've put the 300+ visits on my site, so, again, please introduce yourself! Well, that's all I really have to say right now. I'll look forward to writing more poetry and thoughts, and reading your comments.

Walter

Not The Last Poem, Just The Most Recent

It's seven o'clock and I'm thinking of you
Now eleven fourty-five and I'm still blue
Six A.M. and I'm getting rather restless
Nine twenty-three and I'm ready for bed and undressed
Twelve thirty-two and my hand is on the phone
'Cause I'm finding out how badly I deal with this so-called
"Being alone"

I claim to be a poet
And friends tell me, they know it
But poetry is more subtle than I thought
It's not a magic cureall
It doesn't show the way
Just where you've been
And where you are
But no one can say where you're going
This way, or that way?
The right way? or the wrong way?

I'm not sure, but I think the record of my life is skipping
And inside my reputation is all awry
I can't keep fighting an enemy that I can't see
Maybe it was never there at all………Baby, I'll fake I'm happy
To match everyone else around you
But this act is already getting old
And the world outside isn't snowy
But it's a sight too cold for me

I may have already said it
But you might not have understood
So I'll say it again
"This act is already getting old
And the world outside isn't snowy
But it's a sight too cold for me"
Looking at the sky
Alone with you, except for your lover boy
Who keeps hanging around beside me
I'll forget who I am eventually
And that'll be the best moment of my life
Until, of course, I realize what I've done
And just how much I've lost

I use words, nothing else
And I'm trying to make your heart swell and burst
Sting your eyes with tears
And when you realize how high in regard I hold you
I know you'll break down and cry
And if you haven't yet, then you haven't found out
But it's just a matter of time
Of seconds, minutes, hours, years
Before you finally take the ear buds out
And stop for a moment to really hear (what I've been saying all along)

Oh So Much

I'm oh so eager
To hear you tell me why boys like me
Are worth our weight in words
And I can't wait
To find out why someone like me
Isn't worth the surplus time that's yours
When you go to home, (where you no longer belong)
Can you call me and say you're happy with a straight face?
Cry my baby, cry
'Cause you'll never be able to tell how much I care
(Hint hint; I'm a liar)
Summon up your inner demons
And tell me where it hurts
I'll do my best, you do the rest
And maybe you won't come out in last
I have to laugh when I see you cry
Though it breaks my heart inside
Because you never admitted you had time for me
So I'll never admit I only leave time for you
We both love each other oh so much
But being shy like how we are (both of us won't accept it)
We act as if we hate it
Trying is hard when you try to look like you're not
And pushing closer to you is harder when
The world will kill me unless I pull away
No one hates the fact that I love you
Half as much as I hate it myself

It's Seven O'Clock...

It's seven o'clock and my heart is half-breaking
And I can't stop my limbs from shaking
I've got the words, and I've got the style
What I haven't got is the chance to live your life for a while
When I'm around, please
Restrain the love you feel for him
I love you too, and it feels like a sin
But how can I stand here with my half-broken heart
And not feel the pain when you shake me completely apart?

It was warm in the basement
And you're hot and on fire
(Well, you're always hot, but we're talking heat now, not desire)
So you take a nice long walk outside
Without a coat, so you can reflect on what happened inside
But the heat fades away
And the wind turns cold
You find yourself chilling
Outside my house, our old
Hangout, happy place, where nothing went wrong
Until that September day when you left me for a song
I see you outside, freezing to ice
My good side asks you in, my bad side says, "does it feel nice?"

We can't be ourselves when we don't know who we are
Life is a journey, and my tired feet say it's too far
But I'll keep on walking on
And nothing'll stop me now
But the memory of what I felt for you pulls on me
Trying to pull me back
And how!
How can I talk to you with a half-breaking heart
When the love in your eyes when you look at him tears me apart?

Would You Like To Hear My World?

Maybe, say
"Have it your way"
And I'll run off with everything that isn't nailed down
Sentimentality is a word I misspell
You're so pretty, it's like the sound of a bell
If I start to ramble, that's just who I am
And how fast I'm slipping
Oh, I feel obligated to make you mine
But the part of me who says everything quiet
Hopes that it's only some passing aroma of wine
Drifting through the banks of my memory
Oh, this life of mine
I need to share it with someone
'Cause, you must understand, I have everything in mind
Literally everything
You ask what that means? I'll tell you
I'll tell you when we're alone
And the sun is shining, birds are singing
And I'll take the key to my mind
From behind your ear
I'll tell you everything you need to know
I'll let you in on everything
Everything in my world
In all the worlds in my mind

I'm A Liability, Not Your Best Friend

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Don't watch out for my best interests/I ain't looking out for yours/And please avoid sentimentality/It'll amount to nothing more/Than a few extra tears at my funeral/Or ask for mine at yours

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Forget you ever met me/Forget we ever loved/You'll end up sacrificed/A poor, shot down dove/Put down the three red roses/I'll put down my gun/We'll both walk away from here/Without hurting anyone

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Darling I'd love to hate you/Then it wouldn't be this way/We wouldn't be parting at heart-point/I wouldn't be hurting you this way/Remember, don't get sentimental/It'll take you down/Maybe you won't accept it now/When you're dead you'll come around

When The Summer Ended?

We keep pounding away at everything
In the sunshine of a remembered summer
Where the colors are brighter,
The whites are whiter
And the night has that cool-air smell
When you're small and safe
And have no fear
When you sit outside and watch the moon appear
Nostalgia appears at a surprisingly young age
When the culture claims memory loss is all the rage

I keep pounding away at life
With scenery calculated to cause strife
But I ask you: rip down the curtains
Let in the light
Let the whole world fill up with that luminous night
I'll keep on wishing you were here
Inside my memories
And I'll keep on wish I could be there
In my memories
Come on in, the water's fine
It has a heady smell, like ancient wine
Spill the passion, enter the play
In my scientific braincells lie the key
To paradise: to memory

The Oldest Tree In The Forest Bleeds Our Bloody Initials

Somehow a distant hill calls me
With a literary reference
But the house across the street shouts out
With one heck of a party
The lies you weave are oh so intricATE
Burn up in the sun of a dark moon
And you forget where you stole your life from too darn soon
Soundless bullets hurt the worst
Your lead will lie in my heart for eternity
Nothing is real, nothing to get hung about
But everything still hurts the worst
Read between the lines
Of the next stanza to come

Blow yourself up
(Hearts are painful, yes?)
With a French grenade
(Caught the first one I threw, are you up to catching another?)
The players sweat, and drink Gatorade
(You'll be buried under the yew tree, in pleasant shade)
How ye been, the old man says
(He's a killer in disguise)
Whenever I think of you, two songs play on repeat
(One's called love, the other's called lust)
See above line when you see the one below
(Don't ask me which is stronger, they're siamese twins)
I'm watching when you sleep
(Holding your dreams and watching your body)
Oh so now you're in charge of your life
(I don't think so, missy)
Apparently you forgot who got you where you are today
(Just where I want you)

If you read between the lines
In above stanza
Remember what I didn't directly tell you
Face to pretty face
Can be a lie or mud
Or perhaps a bottle of blood
Put your ear to the ceiling
You can hear the vampires singing
And we all love you
Or the person who tells us pretty lies
And sneaks and tells us we've won the prize
But it's just a consolation one
Maybe if I played lead guitar, you'd love me
But electric ukulele never got the babes
The most important word in this song is the only one you missed
And I'm gonna take my life tax from you
Alone, in a dark room
When you're outside alone, the only light for your autobiography
Is that cold blueish moon

Spinning With ?Madness?

Don't say you're crazy
You know nothing of madness
Spinning red, in my head
We're all oh so intricate
Complex puzzles, smashed to pieces
Oh, oh, oh, (headaches, breaking me to pieces)
Shake the world, wake them up
Then vomit into the street (you can't survive here, but you don't fit into anywhere else)
Look at your feet
Look at the bullet lodged in your head
Teef ruoy ta kool
Deah ruoy ni degdol tellub eht ta kool
That's just ducky, 'cause I only work here
Don't forget what you came here for
Don't forget who you are
I did a long time ago (oh, oh oh)
Angels, demons, arms dealers and health inspectors crowd around
Put my ear to the ground, I ask for it back
Wow! question for the teacher; why are we testing you?
And why am I crazy? I gotta broken brain
And and and and I would be put to death for what I think
Except that it's only my "condition"
Oh so darn intricate is the universe
I think I may have broken it
I can't help thinking in lines and colors,
Humans are oh so intricate (funny how mad men know everything)

Misread By The CD Player Of Society

When we go down/We're not catching fire, we're putting ourselves out/And we aren't goth/Just a little dark on the insides/The ones we keep so close inside

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We don't listen to your music/We don't buy your favorite brands of clothes or philosophy/And we have the means, just not the inclination to make our greatest wishes come true/We're too lazy to rule the world

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We love too hard to be on of you/Unlike you, we can only tolerate the truth/You're fed on lies and styrofoam/While we manage to get by on life

The Sharp Smell Of Magic

The smell of you on me makes my head swell
And the lights blink; magic
Oh, everyone deserves a friend like you
Or at the very best, an enemy
Because the Christmas lights hung from your head
Remind me that you're the last person to know me
For who I really am (or was before you)
Get up, stand up, drop up
Dancing on the wall, forgetting who is home
And the scent of your hair makes my head spin
You have know idea how much trouble I could be in
If I remember that I live in the smell of hairspray
And the sound of good girls, anti-you's
The ones that don't know how to party or how to forget
But the lights blink; magic
And out of all the hundreds of people currently interfering with my life
You're the only one I can see (or touch)
This has, gone on, far too long for me to hit restart
I can only love you from backstage
'Cause I keep the show running
While your reputation should be running me into the ground
Tonight, you keep me up with concrete pillars
Just being friends is too unfriendly, how about you come with me
And we can go love each other underneath the highway
And watch the river flow and the city lights glimmer
And fight off questions about where we've been
Everyone who writes poetry like mine
They deserve awards and a lover like you could be (if you kissed me)
Keep on driving me lazy, I'm too crazy
To pull myself out of the magic back to where I came from
Well, I'm offended you consider me your friend
Because I consider you my reason for living
And my life with reason
When all's said and done, you feel too good
And your hair smells too nice for me to call it a sin

Our Self-Made Tragedy

We try act happy over the snow you brought me
But I can tell from the fake smile on your face
It's only rain
So when we lock ourselves up in ice
We only have each other for warmth
And only each other to blame
But I keep my anger and frustration close in tight
Because it's all you won't steal from me
Come sleep, come sleep all day
I'll be running, far away
Nothing's as good as you (or as painful)
You look so blue
Freezing in your own rain
Shower us in your numbing pain
Come on, please let a cliche come between us
And block out the scent of the cold kerosene
The flammable substances wrapped in slush
The car hits, as the audience hushes
People stare, our life rushes
Rushing through the motions of this never-ending dream
Have we broken up again, I can never tell
Because if we have or if we haven't you keep nailing shut my coffin
But if you say it makes you happy
You're either a liar or a sadist
My diary lies unused
Because to stop myself from being a failure every day
I swallow the ink from my pen
You're my only regret and my biggest mistake
And all I need is someone
Who looks, acts and thinks nothing like you
The man with the shotgun killed the cat
And the world's best secret is that you cut out my heart
And keep it in a hat, hung up in your closet
You couldn't even hide it well, because the part of me that loves
Isn't what you value, or want to keep around
Take that

[part two]

I'm keeping quiet
Not even breathing
Let no one know I'm here
Angel, demon or woman
I don't know which I fear
Staring up at the lid of my coffin
Feeling the words you carved there, and the luscious dark wood
And the thick air
Hiding underground, where you put me
And where you'll leave me be
Sometime I'll just stop breathing
And I hope you choke on the cool night air
Let your conscience fasten itself around your neck
I'll gladly watch you sink and choke
If only to have the hurt laid bare

Bigger And Better At Being Worse

Oh, don't be sarcastic
Please I'm asking you
Because you're making a complete mess of it
I should let you know, we're playing on a level plain
'Cause now I match you pound for pound in substance, style
And cynicism
You just like him so much don't you?
The blond pretty boy, I could make him look blue
And I would, just for to hurt you
But he can't help who he is
A pretty looking boy with a pretty empty head
And a laugh that sounds like something's about to be dead
He's just a cardboard prop to me
I could break him, just to hurt you
As you can tell, I'm not your old polite little yes-boy
Your executive toy
Your wind up, throw away action figure
Now I'm a little bit older
A little bit colder
And a little less naive
You can't control me anymore
I'm not chaining myself to anyone anymore
I've come back from the grave you put me in
And I have something to tell you
And it isn't going to be pretty
Ah, for Christmas Eve
It sure is chilly

Hide Within My Rock

Don't yell at me for who I am
That's wrong, but don't expect to find out from me what's right
I only know that if I still talked to you
I'd still be crying every night
And if you never love you never cry
And never have to watch her die
Broken in your arms
So that's why I have my walls
My caller i.d. and deadbolts
So I never have to love, or cry, or wonder why?
Why?
It's a paradise, I tell myself
And after all
I have my poetry and books to protect me from outside thoughts
And my music to talk to and guide me
I never will see you again
We'll never be anything, not even friends
So don't talk to me again
My perfect life has no room for lovers, or friends