this is what i heard,
playing on the radio-oh:

"ive got my suit case
ive got my mu sic
you dun remember
you dun
rememba mah na-ame, oh

"this not the last time
this not
the last time, no..."

and this is what she told me,
naked and crying on my bedsheets:

"ive lost control.
ive lost everything that i built my dreams upon.

"i lived to love you,
and when you were gone, i just couldnt
~slice
the bread anymore."

LOOKAT ME!
look in my eyes-
the way they twist and writhe
when you pass by, oh...

"You've always had the most
beautiful hands, you know."

Running my own over them like
i knew how to play guitar.
I knew that she could play me.

She looked up to me like a
Michaelangelo centerfold,
though not so carved in stone.

"Wake up, Davie."
~
And yet again,
the alarm clock cuts me off right before the
happily
ever after.

wow, thanks jimmy.

and yeah, it is kind of bull; the status quo is our eternal enemy.

thanks artgurl. :D

and i agree. best way to write.

so true. writing isnt a goal or an accomplisment; its just another way to get there.

thanks pkd.

one of my favorite:

To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason, but not a reason to surrender.

math is the only way to do all that wonderful counting!

ya know.
Days till the weekend.
...how long since you slept.

rent.

um.
okay, math is evil.

one of my favorite verses ever.
there ARE intelligent rappers, i promise!

[Chorus]
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
And the last shall be...
First to the curb with the mad cow meat
Face in the bars of a regular cell
When he woke up high in collectible hell
Boom town kid who was taught by the binge
That a man who expire with the most **** win
That's warpy American nonsense penned by the rich
Not a routine friend in a pinch
Still not used to the stench
How it throws off, otherwise, lucid events
In the case the afraid observe
I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman's terms
It goes, "Hey! Peace! Pray for the plagued!
Major relief and capacious rains."
But just 'cause I don't want to war with you
It don't mean go warm up the barbecue
I'm like, "Pardon you! "
Sawed off limit
My high noon is a quick little minute
I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
Who simply isn't going to ever really get it
This HQ is alive and alone
No driveway no sign of a home
No dial tone, no line for the phone
No "World's Tiniest Violin Song."
And I might just lie to them all
Lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored;
Fighting a smile, highly annoyed
When the timing is right I will rise and record
Call for the monster beats
And Blockhead got animal drums, like he's Doctor Teeth
It goes red light, green light, one, two, three
One large coffee, **** you, peace

frozen growth.
revolution in stasis.

always great. <3

very nice!

thanks pkd. <3

"looking up in surprise at my demise"

great great great line.

"just a gurl whose voice trembles when she sings"

mine too! except for the girl part.

great write. very smooth. good ending.

wow, man. very articulate. i liked it much.

keep penning!

good poets almost always lead tough lives.

makes sense that your best stuff comes when you are having the worst times.

thanks a lot guys. this one was definitely something special, just like she was.

yeah, i like the ending of this one too.

takes it from being a pretty love poem to being sort of crude and very human.

differentkindofwench: probably a stream-of-thought rant, because thats how i wrote it.

thanks jimz. :D

three years.
it would have been three years today.

ill never forget the way you looked.
i know. I've tried.
and when you kiss the back of your hand
so lightly against my cheek
your eyes still the closest thing I've known to god
driving, always driving,
sitting helpless by your side
wishing i never knew the meaning
of forgiveness.

Yet, they came, and you went
you praised me to the last
hands feet set in concrete
smiling through a sea of blood

i bet you wished i would have looked away.
i bet you wanted me to smile.


I'm still trying,
love.


it gets so hard;
falling behind when i remember your face
falling over so many times
shining black candy drawing me back
to the shrine i built in the closet.

Though id never light a candle for you.
i distaste the smell of redemption.
i knew you did too.

God, it hurts.
Oh, God, i loved you.

thanks palindrome. :D

caps make me hurt. :(

!

haha, oh man. so true.

and i do agree, that might be nice.