Sunday, May 29, 2011


Raise your hand if you've ever felt like you don't belong
Raise your hand if you've ever felt like the world is against you
Raise it if you've ever felt like you can't do anything
Or if you stay up at night thinking about how you'll be able to make it
Raise your hand if you still cry sometimes
If you've ever had someone tell you they've been thinking about ending it
Raise your hand if you've ever gone a whole day without talking
Not to see if you could do it, but because you didn't have anything to say
Raise your hand if you've ever seen a loved one die too early
Raise your hand if you want to say goodbye
Raise your hand if you want to say hello again
If you've ever wanted to turn back time
If you've ever saved someone
A friend or a stranger
Because you never know who might be in danger
Raise your hand if you've taken the time to really notice what's around you
It's worth it
Are you raising your hand yet?
If not, you will soon

Monday, May 16, 2011


Would you be mad if I left tomorrow morning to go off and live my lifelong dream?
Surely nobody would forgive me if I came back in six months and told them that my lifelong dream didn't work out
Would you be mad if I didn't come back in six months?
If my lifelong dream was to make you happy and the only way to do that is to leave
Would you be mad if I told you what I think all the time?
If you ask my opinion you must want it, right?
Would you be mad if I told you I'm not ready?
Not ready for anything
Better off waiting
Better off being alone
Would you be mad if I left your side because I think it's best for you?
If I think I'm holding you back from your full potential
Would you be mad if I never amounted to anything?
A poem is a tricky thing
You can either spill your guts or barely say anything
What I'm trying to say is..
Are you mad?

Angry Poem

Put them in my ears
I don't give a fuck if the left is on the left or the right on the right
I need an injection of notes and rhythm before this lethal injection takes its toll on me
A blast of inharmony and cacophonous waves rips through my flesh
It's too loud but I don't care
I need it more than ever right now
I'm home
I feel like I've been trekking across the desert and I've been given my first taste of water for days
I'm home

Saturday, May 7, 2011


The first falls gently
Then one is taken away by an absorbent piece of cotton
One rolls down a soft pale hill
Like an owl at midday they shouldn't be coming out
You don't give a typical "something in my eye"
For the one you're with is no fool
You've known that since day one
Hell, you've known that since before day one
No, she's different
Able to sense your emotions before you even realize you have any
She can read you, not like a book
But like a billboard
Big arial lettering scattered across
Deception is not something she takes
You're not sure what's wrong so what can you tell her?
The common "it's nothing" will do
She knows you'll come around so she says nothing
You'd think her to be an FBI agent the way she reads you
You're just a criminal and she's the one hired to figure out how the gears turn
She watches
You talk
She listens
You stay silent
That seems like the best thing to do at a time like this

Monday, May 2, 2011