Many of these were written during my math class; I'm not sure why, but it seemed a scenario conducive to writing. I'd be happy to let anyone use my poetry, as long as they ask and give me credit. Thanks for visiting!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Why Don't I Work

I procrastinate.

I run away.

I refuse to let me think.

Why don't I work?

I fired that clerk

who brought me to the brink.

In destruction,

in perdition

my schooling ship did sink.

I lost my goal

and stared like foal

at failure and I blinked.


My whole crew was

within my head;

my ship was one-man-manned.

I sailed her forth

to college north

and found no gleaming sand.

In this arctic waste

myself i've faced

against me I've made my stand.

This divided crew

does search for truth

and lonesome ships rebranded.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Destruction Ergo Destruction

When your mind's a mess
you try to find a space
where you can save some face
and rectify post-haste

from all the crap they do
that makes you so confused
and it's not at all conducive
to your unfound muse, but

now you are the one that's
pulling that fucking crap
and there' no where in hat
of your magical rabbit

you can find at all where
you can't find your mind there
so you win o'er some mare
and stick your tongue in there where

you can pull out some shit
like fuckin' type class-B Hep.
but when they do the blood test
you get the 'sults and have wept

'cuz your whole life's done
you've gone and had your fun
and when you're twenty some
shit older, have a son

who grows up knowin', dude,
what you're goin' through
which brings about in you
a change in your mood

but you can't figure out
what he is on about
so you bring a bout out
and you start to shout

and pull away from him
whi is your only friend
and so you try to sim-
ulate upon a whim

a better life for y'all
where all your strife, you can handle,
and so your life just falls
short of all you want, and are.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Why Dont I Work?

I procrastinate.
I run away.
I refuse to let me think.
Why don't I work?
I fired that clerk
who brought me to the brink.
In destruction;
in perdition,
my schooling ship did sink.
I lost my goal
and stared like foal
at failure and I blinked.

My whole crew was
within my head;
my ship was one-man manned.
I sailed her forth
to college north
and found no gleaming sand.
In this arctic waste
myself I've faced
against myself I've made my stand.
This divided crew
does search for truth
and lonesome ships remanded.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

To Find Love

The wherewithall
in this land of fate
gives nothing towards
a sauntering gait
until the steps of what you do
lead you to a different you.

So, go forth now,
and sow your loving.
Leave it not in ancient covens.
for all the work and anything
go forth along for soul to sing.

Please, this trail though long...
just hike until your death you'll find
a love lost lest
you move your body toward it.
Your one true love... you'll find it.
It's love itself.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Writing Down My Dreams

In my head,

a flow of ideas

of fabulously fictional escapes,


and so I said,

"well, paper, here's

a run through for the fates."


And once I started,

I could not stop it

and wrote out Morphean lies.


I wrote bitches, cold hearted,

who went out and fought it.

Now, their bodies are lieing piled.


So, gruesome and gory,

but broken, distorted, her

feelings bursting at the seams


for a story, see,

of truths distorted, sure

just writing down my dreams.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Physics

An incompetant teacher of a high school class
should not be offended when his students usurp;
he should accept the decline from teacher to bystander
with the humility of a just slander.

To laugh at your students for not understanding your words
is unforgivable when not one understands your thoughts.
You say something once, ridiculing those who don't understand.
You say something once, trying to move on.
You say something once, and no one understands.
You move on to a different topic with the foundations unset,
and your wonderful explanations are lost to the class
as you ridicule your students and move too fast.
The building you're building of knowledge is falling
My attempt at education are only a stalling
of what comes to place when you fail your students.
You lose you job, there should be no alternative.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Emo Limerick

When even the platypi sing I cry

and as the bells tolling I sigh.

Never truly getting better,

damn this f*ing weather.

Living. Dieing. Lie.