Play Revival, Pt. 2

Well, I guess this is good bye
Good lord, good riddance
Because this is the very worst thing of all
That I should have leave you here
When in reality it's you that's leaving me

But I know
There's nothing I can say
That'll sound sweet, and not like revenge
Because all the left (behind) part of my heart wants
Is to kiss you goodbye, and make you stay
But the right half of the blood pump in my chest
And the rest of my body, all it wants is to is watch you walk away
But make sure you don't get home

And the world is messing with my head
Making my teenage dreams rip themselves to shreds
Maybe its left you alone
But not me
So all I need is a heart to make mine
And then I'll be able to bury these young, (but still worn out) bones
And have them up in time to go to school
And learn how I'm supposed to carry on through life
Instead of how I've learned to survive

Can someone call a medical man?
Because our actor just fell down onstage
His lips are moving, and he seems to be ok
But we have to halt the show
For we want it all
A perfect act, and better lie
And our leading man is just that
A man, not a hero
So give him time to bleed
We'll have him on again in a little under an hour

Dandelion

It's a dandelion. It was one of the few in my yard when I took this picture; now they're everywhere.

My Heart Will Always Be The Understudy For My Hurt

I've got a feeling/And it feels like a threat/And the taste on my lips/Is one I'd rather forget/Because sleeping brings dreams/Which bring me back to you/And I hate to be reminded of the worst time for me to lose

Not tonight/Not ever/Because when light ceases/So does life, and love/And everything that gave us our flavor/Just leave me alone in the cold/I think you'd be doing me a favor

I've got a feeling/And it feels like regret/And the sound of your voice/Is what my heart bled/But the blood keeps flowing/Wettens my sheets like a flood of emotion/And stains floor, and creeps under the door

Not tonight/Never, forever/Because the light is dimming/And the victims of love/Are spitting their regrets in my face/And if they can't put them into my head/My heart is the only other place

That Summer Feeling (or) Sunshine, Memories and etc.

Tonight I'm getting that summer feeling. I carried my laptop outside to write, and I don't regret it. I didn't listen to any music, I turned the sound off on my comp. I just sat in the dark and typed. Without any movement, all my aches and pains from the day stood out. Without me making any sound, everything, from birds saying goodnight, to windows opening, to neighbors talking three doors down, everything stood out. There's a heavenly breeze; scented with all kinds of flowers. The temperature is just right; not too warm, not too cold, just a tiny bit cool.

And this is making me get my summer feeling. It's where I feel like I should just break free, go walking and visit my friends, even though it's late at night. I want to just forget about troubles and responsibilities, and live life happily. And carefree.

Maybe that'll happen someday, but not tonight. I have to get to bed. There's lots of work that still needs to be done, and I need my sleep.

Play Revival, Pt. 1

When I was a young boy
My father played piano
He was playing when I woke up in the morning
And he played all through my days
He calmed me in the evening
And from the dining room sung me to sleep at night
And when he died, and gave up his last breath
He was sitting, playing at the piano
And he told me, "Son, when you grow up
Remember, life isn't what it seems
Before you break down or they fade away
Remember to capture your dreams"

But the world just kept on wheeling
And kicking me along
Though I'm limping, breaking and bleeding
I still feel the bite of its boot, and it feels wrong
And visiting him on his anniversary of early goodbye
I can hear him playing
And he keeps playing, great enough to wake the dead
And he does, and they do
Wake, then die
Sleep, but don't take me
Because nothing can harm me in my dreams
But only when I let them slip away
That's when they frighten me in the dark
And tell me I was too late

Mask by Jillian K.

All of life is a performance
at least that's what they say
You make the props,
the scenery, the script,
but it's all improv and feeling.
But what happens when
you can't feel anything
How can you go on?
If all of an actor's talent
comes from the heart,
how are you supposed to
create the illusion for the audience?
Or do you have to retire
and be a spectator?
When feeling goes
what is left?
I'll tell you what is left,
A mask and nothing else.

An Empty Stage And An Echo Are All That's Left Of The Greatest Show On Earth

I've changed my tune since you left me
Now I think I'm finally ready to give up on you
Instead of wondering
What's making you give up on me

But your eyes make it so hard
Even though neither of us want to be here
I can't stand the thought of "over"
So I'm asking myself
Can I give up on you?

Maybe not, maybe so
Possibly yes, and probably no
But I, I give up on you
And the love I could have had
Please, just let me give up
Because with a girl like you
It's just too hard to let you go

Untitled

Maybe we're all the one who's messed up
Dropping apologies like spoiled fruit on the ground
Or maybe we're all just forced attendees
Of a mix between a funeral, boot camp and masquerade ball
Where everyone lies
And everyone dies
To the beating of the marching drum
And the sound of the sergeant's cry

But this blood upon my palm
Reminds me that I'm still around
And so is everything else around me
That I can scrape and scratch my soul on
So come on you unbelievers
You shan't stand before this army
For we are armed with faith
Faith with the ground on which we walk
And the air with which we talk
And the God for which we speak
For all among us will die loved
From the quiet hero to the vocal freak
We are here

I will let my words enslave no one
But let them decide how they will
Make the truth contained in them.

I Saved This As A Draft And Published It As A Failure

It's been a long long time since I've felt this
But the heat of hate is almost comforting
Sort of like an anti-bliss
A cardiac amputation
That leaves me gasping and in pain
But reassures me that I'm still alive (for now)
Now isn't the time for apologies and talks
Just for running away without saying goodbye
Even though I don't like leaving under the stare
Of eyes that plainly say, "die"

Running through the forest and field
Back to the sweet dream I once knew
I fall down the hill to the river below
My hope comes true; you came here too
But so did he
Penetrating my dream, and me
And simply one of his looks has shook
And broken, and frozen
My heart

This is the last time
This is my very last time
I said, this is the very last time
I'll let someone take my life
Don't say no when I ask why
This is the way things had to be

If It Was Up To Me, I'd Be Right Up Next To You

The house is silent, as a grave
I walk slowly and carefully, reminding myself to behave
As I should in such esteemed company
I find the doorknob, turn it and run
As from out of the room floats "shut the ******* door!"
From my esteemed hosts, lying on the floor

Ohhh, oh oh
I can't believe it's true
But apparently I faked it
Because all the words were fired
But none of them hit true (hit you)
And isn't this exactly where I shouldn't be
Or maybe it's just where I ended up, and isn't good or bad at all
Although I'm probably just trying to justify making bad mistakes

I swore already in the courtroom
That I saw the narrator shot dead in the prologue
Yes, I know the protagonist found him in the second to last chapter
But I swore I saw him shot and killed before the story ever started
And can't I make any of these poems rhyme?
That irritates me to no end
You know, that the ending sounds of my lines never seem to blend
But, that doesn't matter tonight, my friend

Because no matter where you are
Or how stupid my words sound
I'm just going to softly sing you to sleep
With you lying like a little child in your big empty bed

Honestly, if I could I would make this right
And honestly, I wish I had heard your voice
Before I dropped off to sleep in this cold lonely bed

1st Ever Guest Poem! "I'm From", By Rachel E.

I'm from a Family that Teaches,
While my brother teaches me patience
My dog teaches me responsibility

I'm from my room
My practice place,
My guitar sits on my lap,
As I strum every chord as if they all
Had some sort of meaning

I am from the kitchen
Scavenging for food,
Opening the refrigerator searching for
Some food that looks satisfying at the time

I am from the softball diamond
I stand on the pitchers mound,
My turf, And of course
I pitch a perfect strike

I am from the computer,
iTunes, AIM, and Internet
are always open when
I am on the computer

I am from banana cream pie
Baked by my grandma
Topped with one extra scoop
Of whipped cream

I am from a camp ground,
A Warm fire, and smores
At night the chrickets chirp slowly
Puts you to sleep

I am from friends
We stick together like
Fruit kabobs
We’re always there for eachother

I am from Starbucks
That is where I live
A caramel latte with cinnamon cake
Is all I need

I am from the lake
Swimming until I can’t swim any longer
Maybe riding swiftly around in my grandpa’s boat
Or maybe being pulled on
A tube by a thin wire

This is where I’m from

When I Woke Up, I Was Willing To Take My Chances On You (But Now I Don't Believe In Happy Endings)

There's three thousand people standing in my bedroom
Telling me that I'm looking for comfort where hearts
Shouldn't dare sleep
"Well, damn you all" I say as I slink
Out to the bathroom, and stick my head in the sink
I shower with the faucet, and wish for a longer reprieve
From the corpses of my past mistakes and the consciences
Of all the other people in my life

Have you been reading the news?
'Cause recently it's just been about how I always lose
Hidden inbetween the lines, yes, that's true
But you know I'd never ever lie to you
About the things my heart told me last night
Because that, of course, just wouldn't be right
Now I have to admit, I've hid behind romantic words
But now the long haul of my friends is slowly
Dragging me out

Keep quiet, they're coming round the corner
And we're both in a compromised position
I thought you wanted to keep your first big mistake a secret
So stuff my heart underneath the sheets
And pretend we never even liked each other at all
Because obviously you can't live with a boy for a friend
So this is something I'm going to have to have the strength to end

But there's the appeal
Of lying in the dark
And wondering if you'll believe any of the words at all

Six A.M. In The Morning Was Too Late For Yesterday

Sun sets down
Town starts up
Gunshots echo; the party's started
Knives flash; the party's getting going
The way your girlfriend does it
I can't get enough

This town's alive
Living with the dead
And the inbetweens, not to sound mean
This event looks like it's going just fine
The music is so loud
No one heard me meet her at the back door

The lights are flashing
And I don't know if anyone else can tell
That those sirens aren't part of the song
I'm thinking we all better get ready to do some heavy duty running

With the way your girl does it
I honestly can't get enough

Why Do People Burn Liars?

The sun sets, the light fades
From this jungle of purple and violet
The animals dream, some of them prowl
And eat each other in crunching bites
While angels drift overhead
Watching life turn more life dead
Drifting like clouds, floating like mist
This world explodes as the sun races back up
Pursued by an angry moon
With teeth of stars it snaps at the golden globe
Awards, He deems, are necessary for everyone involved
This is such a passionate play
With mixing of life and death, of night and day
Without pause, without end
But then He thinks and works his thoughts
Allknowningly guessing what shall be "accidentally" wrought
Behold, comes Man

A prey at first, but sticks and stones come to hand
Hand comes to mind
And the world is changed
Man has come, as He sees
Persecuting all animals, from the great mammoths
To bees
Nothing shall stand in this creature's way
For He has authored it today
It's another act in a passionate play

Untitled, Except For This

In my very own way
I'm totally insane
I'm unique, precious and trashy, despite everything they say
They're still just "they"
The people no one knows
And the truth that no one shows
Here's a heavy metal remix of the sadness that you felt
Until the sound fades out
And we all fall asleep in the silence

Here's a myth that I have to believe in
You love me half as much I love you
Because I'm sitting here waiting for the world to keep on ticking
And I'm not sure if I'll know when it does
Oh, I really don't know if I can find a place
In your diary, in your life
As a friend, as something else
That I don't recognize

But I can tell, it's something that's
Very new, impossibly new, considering how old it is
So new, to these four eyes

I'm Soaring On Broken Wings

We're the people who hide behind these words
Lurking in the dark, loving the light
When it happens to shine our way
And the door just closed on all chances of returning to the things we hated before
So light a match to light up the room
And burn up the oxygen

The sound of your fingers on the keys
Is sultry, unbelievable
As is the warning it gives me
The notes hang in the air like vipers or scorpions
Scorning me and the love I thought to bring

So I step outside and find a whole new life
A girl who smells like summer night as I bury my face in her hair
Instead of a girl who stinks of perfume and high living
And it was love, Love, who tore us apart
Love made me do it, "it was the devil!" she cries
I can see the desperation in her eyes
And feel from here the jolt of her heart
As she tries to grab me back again
But Love, love tore us apart
And is the one that has sewn me and her together
My summer girl as we sleep under a bridge
The night air cold but sweet
As we turn our backs to the city
And our hearts to the concrete

And All Along, It Was Just The Intermission, Not A Failure

Waking up at night
There's a face pressed against your window glass
But it vanishes, it just can't last
Cause I can't make myself get you back
For keeping your love from me
But the bile still rises to my throat
When I feel so trapped and alone
I need friends, I need enemies
To talk to, to fight with all the time
Because living your life under bedsheets sucks

I made a wish at 11:11
But it never left the safety of my tongue
And I wish for love ever moment of when I do
The memories of times alone and together blend and blur
And mix together in to you
If you just put your hand in mine
And I, mine in yours
Then we could block out this aching world
I'm waiting for your reply, but it isn't coming
So we sit, and stare at the stars from the roof of your parents house
Where our hearts used to talk

I'll Try To Hold You In, Even Though You're Mostly Just A Beautiful Feeling

No matter what words I choose
They never work out right
Because none of them ever say
Anything about how I'm thinking about you all night
I'm praying for love
And maybe a little more
Than "just friends"

I'm afraid to say
That I wouldn't be caught dead in a graveyard like this
But that doesn't stop me now
Not after last night
Not after the sound of your voice
And the sound of my heart coming back together
There never was a more beautiful collision

There isn't much between you and me
Just some doubt, and one or two vague wishes
I'm so tired of writing poems for someone who doesn't realize it
And it's such a problem when my inspiration is not getting what
I want
Just say "one more night"
I'll try to make it up to you one very last time
Cause, see, you're just like a sunrise to me
Only sweeter

It's Funny How You Look In The Mirror And Talk To Yourself, Saying "She Looks Just Like You..."

[This poem is dedicated to my friend Dani]

The lights come on
And so do you
Then the rest of us file out on stage
To entertain for the night in our own special way
And I swear, this whole world never seemed so alive
With the moon shining down and the people all around

You get chills in the dark
'Cause there's someone waiting by the backdoor of the building
You can't make who it is out through the dark
But that doesn't matter, 'cause it's me
And I leave before you can notice that it's me
Oh, there shouldn't have been any turning back that night
I hope you understand that that whole thing was an accident
Only caused by sentiment and instinct
But there shouldn't have been any turning back last night
Because I've always been told that the hard thing is what's right

I hope that this is whole thing isn't just a dream
Or maybe a sweet nightmare
I just need to break out and wake up
And look out the window and find out if out there lies disaster
Or paradise
Which ever it is, I'll just laugh
Because after sleeping for so long, any reality is a relief

You're not who you think you are
And neither am I
Again, I just have to laugh at the disaster outside
Maybe I'll take my bike out for a ride
Just to see if I can outrace myself for a little while
I didn't think that you'd need to escape too
But that could be the only reason to make you ride so fast
And maybe the realization wouldn't have hurt so much
If it hadn't come so swiftly around that corner

(All your friends say you're too far gone
But I say not, unless they're afraid of walking at night
Because I prowl the streets looking for someone
And it could be anyone, especially you)

She's Not My Girlfriend, But This Is Too Good A Love Poem For A Single Boy

Can you tell me with a straight face
That this isn't what you wanted?
Because I'd change for you (in fact, I already have)
Just to be who you want your boy to be
(But I have a feeling you just want me to be who I want to be)
Here's a question for all the sharp minds out there
How can I be what she wants me to be? and still be the perfect boy?
'Cause what she wants for me and what she wants for herself are two seperate things
I feel bad, because the shock sets in
And I don't know what to do

Now here's a dilemma
I can be the perfect me
Which can be the perfect boy
For I've got a quicker wit
A more tender touch and a way better love
Than any of those blonde-haired, blue-eyed, ten girls a minute men
For brown and quiet is a poet's soul
And all poets are lovers in some deep, sensual way
This is a poem and a song
To you, my valentine that I never sent
And the road that I never went
Traveling down. that lonely sound
Haunts me when I sleep
The sound of happiness
And the scent of someone else on your mind
Can we just get together
And find out who we really are?

(I love you. Honestly. I do.
Even from a million miles away
From the darkest night through the brightest day
You and your memory is never far away)