Future

Future is fearless
But I am not
And still it comes.

Lonelinium

(Note - I wrote this from the point of view of an imaginary element located somewhere in the 8s orbital on the periodic table.)

I am an unstable isotope
I lose parts of myself for no reason at all.
Sometimes, I lose so much of myself that all of me that has been cast off becomes me again
A smaller me
A hidden me.

I long for a nuclear fusion
To bond so deeply with another that we are no longer he and me but us
One entity that is bigger and stronger than all of our nucleons combined.

It is not meant to be, for he is stable and stronger than all of the rest
An iron diamond amongst the bits of broken graphite scattered atop the lab notebook.
I break apart the moment there is pressure.

We are not meant to be.

In the Dark

The world is scarier in the dark
There could be evil demons lurking in the bushes that surround the school
Eerie and empty after hours but for the possibility of holding a sea of monsters
Streetlights illuminate patches of ground
Waiting quietly for a shadow to steal out of the blackness and into your dreams
And every crackle under your feet could alert the creatures of the night that you are there
Just waiting to be found
Alone
In the dark.

Falling Apart

We humans are unstable
We're all falling apart in one way or another
Because we're only made of flesh and blood
And the likes of tendons and ligaments cannot hold together
A body, mind, soul, hopes, dreams, wishes, fears
And the moment we let go
To try something new
To help someone put themselves back together
We fall apart

Comeuppance

If there is any such thing as comeuppance
One day I'll get my I-told-you-so
You'll have ignored me time and time again
And it will finally catch up to you
They'll have left you
He'll have left you
(Whoever "he" is)
I'll still be right here
Doing what I always do
Taking out the trash
Sweeping up the debris
And cleaning up the devastation in your wake
And I'll stand there
Amongst the burnt out cigarette butts and broken dreams
And I'll let it rip
What's been due to me all these years
I'll say it across the empty junkyard
(Your rats of friends will have long since disappeared.)
And you'll look up at me with tears in your eyes
"Do you need me?"
And you'll come running
And I'll still be right there
And I'll whisper it to myself at night
Rolling it around on my tongue
Letting it ghost past my lips
"I told you so."

Unicorns

Depressing blogs suck
So instead I'll write about
Rainbow unicorns.

Rainbow unicorns
Are extremely colorful
And each have a horn.

They can grant wishes
And frolic through green meadows
And tap-dance on stilts.

Well, they can't tap-dance
But they bring light to the world
With their shiny horns.

Their horns are pretty
Pretty freaking sharp, that is
They slice men in two.

Evil unicorns
Murderous and rampaging
Blood and gore and guts

Run away, children!
Before they kill and eat you
Slow, merciless deaths

...

I apologize
For destroying your childhood
Beware unicorns.

Backwards

Splatter on the ground
Hurl yourself out the window
And live life backwards

Can I Get Another Amen?

Clasp your hands together and revel in your glory
Your steepled temple, clean and warm, remains forever holy
Send up prayers to angels whom are imprisoned as pained ghosts
With blessed wine and bread stride forward and make a faithless toast
Listen to your leader pure, for it is your cross to bear
Or else surrender virtue and follow devils to despair
Speak with the men in robes whom they say are heaven-sent
And justify your faith which you have never believed in.

Poetry - Apology of a Heartbreaker

His heart was in my hands
It looked shiny and pretty and sweet
I was a toddling child, young and innocent
I didn't want to break it, to hurt him
But I did
I couldn't see what he saw
And now he's left in the dust
I'm sorry.

Service With a Smile

Plaster on your pretty grin
No one knows about your sin
Or all the trouble that you're in
Hide it away and smile

Joke and laugh and play and run
No one knows the things you've done
But for the sake of everyone
You just shut up and smile

Never show that you are shy
No one knows how much you lie
And time's started to pass you by
Yet all you do is smile

Leave your heart and lock the door
No one knows you anymore
But it's not you that this is for
It's service with a smile

Insomnia

Late nights
Insomnia
Dark circles
Empty rooms
Muted silence
Solitary lights
Unhealthy glow
No purpose
Wandering thoughts
Untouched blankets
Tempting bed
Tired eyes
Lonely nights
Good night.

That Girl

Hey, mister .
Yeah, you.
You read the paper today?
Yeah? Which one? The New York Times?
Doesn’t matter.
Did you see that story? About the girl who jumped off that bridge?
“Oh, that girl,” you say. Just that girl? Do you even know her name?
No?

Well, let me tell you something about that girl.
That girl’s name was Kimberly Ann, and she was only 18.
Oh, now you’re looking at me funny. No, I ain’t hitting you up for money. I just want to tell a story.
Where was I?
She was only 18, fresh outta high school.
She had her whole life ahead of her.
“Then why’d she jump?” you ask. I’ll tell you why.
Kimberly Ann, she had no hopes or dreams.
From the day she was born, to the day she died
Nobody told her to dream.
Nobody told her to hope.
Nobody was there for Kimberly Ann except for her lonely old self, or so it seemed.
Well, I guess I was wrong. She did have one dream.
Kimberly Ann wanted to be a fashion designer
And make clothes for all them girls
And she’d spend hours at that sewing machine, making all sorts of pretty things.
But things never seemed to go right for Kimberly Ann.
Her daddy came home drunk one night
And smashed her baby to bits
Ripped up her masterpieces
And stomped on her dreams.
Poor, sad Kimberly Ann.

Kimberly Ann liked watching movies, though, and music.
Her favorite color was yellow, because it reminded her of the sun.









She was my best friend.




I’m sorry for taking up your time, mister. As I said, I’m not hitting you up for money.
I just want you to help me remember that girl.