The Cove

A majestic oak reaches into the sky,
Sticking out of the water at its base,
And yet it still cannot remove,
The tears embedded on my face.
Water drips from the leaves of the oak,
Landing lightly on my hair,
And yet they cannot wash away,
My feelings of great despair.
The music of this mighty tree,
Unites in a pure, sweet hum,
And yet it cannot drown out,
My screams that are yet to come.
I sit in a world of dignified beauty,
Where a peaceful aura resides,
My family’s bond hangs in the balance,
My life;
About to collide.

For Conversation’s Sake

For Conversation’s Sake

Please don’t stand there awkwardly,
With an uncertainty written on your face,
Don’t babble on incessantly,
At an undeterminable pace,
Don’t fix your eyes on the heavens,
Nor glue your stare on me,
Don’t keep changing positions,
Or constantly shaking your knee,
Don't leave an empty silence,
But don’t be saying it all,
Don’t always talk about the crushes,
‘Bout dating boys or basketball,
Don’t keep attempting to be someone else,
Don’t insist on being fake,
Please, oh please don't do these things,
For conversation’s sake.

Practical Time

Lying in bed, barely awake,
I don’t want to start the day.
It’s too much effort to get up,
Plus it’s already nine anyway.
I’d finally get up at quarter past nine,
And take my time getting ready.
And once I’m finally presentable,
It’s practically past 10:30.
By the time I finish my breakfast,
It’s practically time for lunch,
And then it’s practically 2 o’clock,
And I’ll need something else to munch.
So then it’s practically 3 o’clock,
And my computer still hasn’t been fixed,
So then I’ll have to “work” on it,
Until its half past six.
Then I’d have to prepare my supper,
And take some time to dine,
And after all the cleaning’s done,
It’s already practically nine.
Then I’ll watch my two favourite shows,
And view the setting sun,
So by the time I finally get up,
The day will be practically done.

Relationships

Beneath each lover
There is a hater
The struggle is
To bring out the greater.

Each Solemn Droplet

My eyes wander to the window
To the scenery screaming by
Depressingly distorted
By rain falling from the sky
With each solemn droplet
Comes a feeling of despair
A gloomy thought, depression
Almost more then I can bear
My heart is full of leadened rock
As visions of my family, friends
Pass through me; separation
I just want it all to end
As each solemn droplet
Shatters on the ground
So do my hopes, my passions
I do not make a sound
As I dwell on my solitude
A figure catches my eye
A determined streak of feathers
A flash against the sky
Hovering outside my window
This figure pushes hard
Resisting, refusing
This sorrow from the stars
I can only stare intently
At it’s somewhat futile goal
It’s determination coming in
It’s strength touching my soul
As each solemn droplet
Is swept off of its wing
It falls into my open hand
Onto each tear I cling
My car keeps driving faster
The bird struggles to keep up
My heart is wrenching, tearing
Like an overflowing cup
My car is rocked into the air
And settles on the lawn
Followed by the truck I hit
The bird keeps flying on

An Exchange

Before he drove away down the dark and
dusty street.
Before he stood there gasping with a shovel
at his feet.
Before the heavy burden dragged an imprint
through the wheat.
Before the body dropped as a lifeless
piece of meat.
A demon shreiked
A young soul counted its thirty silver pieces
And a trigger was pulled

A Creepy, Frustrating, Intoxicating, Honest, Suppressed Love Poem

In the spirit of Valentine's Day I have decided (against better judgement I might add) to post this poem. I wrote it about a year ago and it could quite possibly be the cheesiest poem I've ever written, but it was unavoidable. And for all of you who know me and are trying to guess who I was writing about: your wrong, so stop guessing.

I turned my head and out of the corner of my eye
I see a tiny shimmer of something passing by
To get a better glimpse I turn and look
Then there I see her; my shield is my book.
Her hair like a stream, flowing and glistening
She doesn’t notice me watching, doesn’t notice me listening
Her smile is astounding; each tooth in perfect place
There is no flaw or imperfection on her golden face.
I can’t help but smile because she is smiling too
Her diamond-like eyes see me and I don’t know what to do
So I flash her a smile; make a sly, witty joke
My heart is a sponge for her laughter, every note I soak.
I make random conversation while studying her face
Just seeing that smile makes my heart race

I know it sounds shallow, even creepy at times
But I really can’t help it; will you please be mine?

The Musician

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
He walks with such confidence, such poise
As his thin white stick guides him on
His feeble commander
His leader
Yet he will never be able to see the snow
Web itself across the road

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
Unaware, he taps a beggar sitting on the sidewalk
He passes on for it is just another obstacle
But then again so does everyone else
So does everyone else
And he will never be able to see the rain melt
Into itself on the window

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
He carries a smile beneath his dark glasses
He swings again, again, and again
And no one seems to notice
And no one seems to mind
Yet he will never be able to dodge fog
On a cool winter’s night

A Monumental Alteration

A shift
A tiny, but monumental transition that changes your life as a whole
A snap from a whip like a quick shot of cold
A rift
A separation that opens your eyes to the parting of your ways
A thumping heartbeat like a clue to a maze
A gift
A fragment of consideration that brings you out of your gloom
A generous smile like a flower in bloom

It will find you and bind you and tear at your heart
It will display itself before you like a great work of art
It will be subtle at first then grow deeper with time
Until it has dug through your thick, ugly slime.

You will blink, and smile, and your heart will grow louder
You can accept it, embrace it, or just watch it flounder
You can choose to alter, shift, and clean up that rift
Or just quietly observe your life swiftly drift

I pray
For a shift
For an eye-opening
For a realization of how shallow we live
For an understanding of honesty between each person
For a change in perspective that allows for the humility of self
For an epiphany that alters our life’s goals and purposes
For a permanent agreement of equality
For an alteration
For a change
I pray