Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Goodnight...

goodnight

there's a dog on the floor
talking on the phone
...and the TVs on

there's a phone in your hand,
dog on the floor,
and some cash on the nightstand

what should I do, little baby.
outside and dark, and i'm
...finally home now



Saturday, March 15, 2003

Private Thoughts

Remembering you
naked
joined to my half-covered self

bodies cooling
from the fire
chaos swimming in minds

skin tingling
yearning, burning
from the slightest touch

hearts beating
in a rhythm
called unison

sweat glistening
sheening, maybe
even blending

the future
could be seen

do opposites
still attract?

Nothing is more lonesome
than shadowed light
remembering

Saturday, January 11, 2003

I Wish That I Could Tell You

Unkown things
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.

I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To own

I wish that I could tell you

How do you tell someone
You’re letting go?
I wish that I could tell you.
But you’re asking me things
That I don’t know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say,
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside.
But the silence in between,
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.

I don’t know how you leave
It all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals
Itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt them with the truth
Or with a lie?
Where do you go?
To find the courage you know
I could never find.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me good-bye.

Where do you turn?
Where do you go?
When you’ve finally reached
The end of the road.
How do you say it?
I just don’t know.
When it comes to leaving,
You’re on your own.
I don’t know how to help you,
I wish that I could tell you,
How to tell me
Good-bye.

Sunday, January 5, 2003

Lost Trust

Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing left for you here

Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed

Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul

Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place

There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light

So stop knocking at my door

Stop knocking at my door
The lock has remained chained
The door has been sealed

Stop knocking at my door
There is nothing for you here
Just a scorned soul

Stop knocking at my door
I tell you there is no one
In this wretched place

There is nothing for you here
There is nothing but a
A broken light

So stop knocking at my door

Monday, August 10, 1998

Near You Always

Please don’t say, “I love you."
Those words touch me much too deeply.
And they make my core tremble.
Don’t think you realize the power you have over me.
And please don’t come so close,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.

Please don’t kiss me so sweet,
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please don’t touch me like that,
Makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow.
Please don’t look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.

Please don’t send me flowers,
They only whisper the sweet things you’d say.
Don’t try to understand me,
Your hands already know too much anyway.
It just makes me want to make you near me always.

And when you look into my eyes,
Please know my heart is in your hands.
It’s nothing that I understand, but when in your arms,
You have complete power over me.

So be gentle if you please,
Because your hands are in my hair,
But my heart is in your teeth.
And it makes me want to make you near me always.

Saturday, August 20, 1994

In The Park

I wonder what you’re doing,
In the night out there.
Is a sad summer breath,
Tangled in your hair?
Can you hear the lonely engines,
Screaming through the town?
There’s nowhere to run,
When the darkness comes down.

Is there a song inside of you,
That you tried to forget?
Like your fake I.D.,
Or your mom’s cigarettes.
Does it take you back?
Is the vision intense?
You and me in the park at night,
Trying to make some sense.

You were just seventeen,
But your laughter was mild.
You liked my dreams,
You thought I was wild.
Is there a rhythm in your step now,
That reminds you of a dance?
Do you push it all away?
Because you never took the chance.

You’d sneak out your window,
When I’d come for you.
I’d be waiting in the streetlight,
On chandler avenue.
You’d slip into my car,
We’d drive down past the fence.
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.

Did you feel like you were crazy,
When they sent you far away?
Did no one have the answers,
When you hung your head to pray?
You could not let yourself dream,
Never dare believe,
You could ever be more,
Than you were born to be.

Do you lock up your house,
Like you locked up your past?
If I were to call----
Could you free me at last?
Could you slip into my car?
Could we drive down past the fence?
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.

We moved!

  We have moved. Yep, you guessed it... to Las Vegas! So now I am back working at the flower shop I started my work journey with, but they h...