i love you poetry

how you are always there when i am down
so close to me

its the the sober side of my split
personality

the side of me that writes music
is a new sense compared to you

i have tried to leave you

only i keep comming back

and each time i abandon you
i have no remorse

of course
i love you poetry

and even though my lyrics
try to take me away from you

you always know what is best
for me

when i am
trying to be

REAL

HELP ? ? ?



You want a hand out

You want anyone but you
to ease the tension

you want a connection
without having to make
the relation

you Want what
you Want
what You want

WITHOUT

taking the initiation

perhaps untold
at the first interview

how
the hell can this
motivate someone
to not want to quit

there is a
supervisor
explaining
a company
game to me

it

goes

like

this

end
of the day
business office
meeting challenge
review

suits and dresses
slapping eachother


I can't belive
the highest sales
numbers wouldnt
want to slap
someone

but if you are
that one

your gonna get slapped!

This week!
Bologna Slaps

Last week

it

was

Fish

the
fish at the bottom of
the barrel get there
faces slapped

ME?

forget that work!

I got more class!

I won't take THAT

humiliatin Situation

i made it ^ about a guy who tells a girl a cheesy line thinking he cant get no play anyway and than she hits on him suprising him.

i

blink in
not think in
an outer way
i step back
inside the
box


eating soup
with a fork


sorry i will
not apologize
for being a
dork

this is my behavior
the mask
that hides the anger

where?

I know you are

but what am i?

i know you were

but where am i?

i show you fur
to cover your
skin

really
i am a nice guy
for a mad scientist

gone sane

got fangs?

your weird
im strange

lets swap
those names

thank god
he gave us
eyes formost
at this moment

why not?

blink in
not think in
an otter sways
with the waves
and the wind

once again

blink in
not think in
an OUTER way
i step back
inside the
box




























































MAN HANDLED

a story of masturbation
where the victim
has little say

A girl walks up to me
and i tell her
her zipper
is up


she walks up to me


first off
this doesn't happen
to me too often


more rather seldom
i would not just walk away
as if
she tells me something
i cant remember
to forge
or conjure
up a reply
with

besides
more than the wink
of an eye
with a click click


so i slide


down the pool ladder
face first with a zinger

"Hey!! your zipper is up!!"

she laughs
ironically
cute for a
not so cute
girl

i throw out another ZINGER

she nibbles
sighs yawns whatever

time stops

two minutes later
she is bringing me over a frosty mug
dripping with sarcasm

the tainted smile sign
as she leans like the neck of a crane
i mischeviously notice her white teeth
and
open zipper

and of course
her nipples


said the rest

i always see
a rose









opening

Distinguished


Despite enormous discomfort


Experiencing pretensed pleasures


Tickled about by oil drenched feathers


Efforts less likely treasured



Buried accordingly



despite enormously


oh gorgeous, me

the gore is just
not in me



a bitter sweet tart
sour face disgraced

a look that -

deee
tear
EEEE
OOOR
Ates


the older the face


bitter
rather than
better

all around
devourings

towering over
sour things

providing intimacy

enlightening
visually

somethings off

unattended forums

a distant ambiguity



abandoned



captured



released


inner
outer
peace



flowers

pollen

bees


heavy gloomy leafs

shady blooming trees


the grass
mushrooms
and weeds


a summer minded
winds reminds
us
chilled things
wing
when breezed

most excellent!

two years ago i was given
a gift

an amount i was not used too.

i starting getting an itch.

the itch turned into a scab.

never satisfied, i'd scratch.

stress picking...

whenver i thought about
this gift i was given,
using, and losing.

stress picking both
in the physical
and financial sense....

i can only compare it to a drug addict
who wins a lottery suitable enough
to live on and have fun with
until the drugs are all gone.

gambling and knowing that
no matter what happens
this is it.

letting it,
it being me, ride.

rambling, this is it.

in all the obviousness
the drugs out lasted, the ends.

the ends had no good means.

it all worked against me.

taking the good side of life
and becomming that guy.

the one you pull your little kids
closer to

when i pass by you
in the same grocery aisle.

the guy who showers and shaves
whenever
he feels like it.

the guy who dresses half his age
and starts to realize its not as cool
as it used to be to fit out when i was
trying to fit in when i didnt want to have
any part in this structured society of
waxed teeth
smiley faces.

this revolting person who i want to be but i really dont want to be
because no one really likes me, pisses me off....daily...i get so pissed
with a self conflicting, ever so torturing, jealous-ness....

i dont want it to be this way, i say.

i didnt want what i thought to end.

what i thought i would do changed.

outrunning a rerun, reran.

watching the commercials and
buying into what i was doing was
relaxing.

proof that 'killing time' is
a negative outlook on
life.

i thought it wouldnt matter.

that i am just going to die anyhow
so why try for something you cannot
get back.

like writing nothing
conveying something
of disinterest.

what then
when i could have easily started
typing with two fingers knowing
i am making this work.

its, not perfect, but its me.

and me here is better
off

then me there
or anywhere
where i have no say....
.......................
.................

i am......
ready.

Thank You for the replies



RowBaby
2KM
Mystique
kc
isaac

it seems



it always seems



the right time
is always right
and the wrong
is always wrong
no matter how
you
view this
it always
seems to be

not
long
enough

for example

fat chicks

i love these woman

they have their own issues

skinny chicks without curves
can relate too their cries of
distress from the opposite spectrum
relating to the same issue regarding



weight


"i dont think we should do this"
she says
sighfully




where as long hairs care less

they have other issues

like life or size

or something else simplistic enough
to remind ourselves what we don't like
about ourselves

over and over and over again



we do this in our own ways


convinced
and unconvinced

we are
blue

too blue

or
not too blue

we are red
and then blue again

or purple
or whatever it is that says

hey,
dont forget about your (fill in the blank problem)



because life never lets us
settle for
living every moment
happy as can be
if we lived HERE forever

as if we
the people
the society
the humanity
our existence
and thoughts of expirations
are all too blame



we are complex in war

yet so simple in love

we live to feel all
the world has to offer at times

living with the consequences

later
in life



where as
the negativity of this world creates
disasters that destroy natural happiness
without the use of drugs and alcohol
to take us away from us to give that sense
of us not being who we are.... happier

as is a life, loving

a live troubling is
still living

for something

because life is life

and in my opinion,
it is, not long enough

There are people in search who look for that certain someone they can say completes them.

I can honestly say i have not found that person in my life that i could say does this for me.

If i did, I am not sure what it would consist of that would make me feel this way until i find it.

If i wanted someone who enjoyed everything i do, then I am not sure this would complete me.

I used to think this was what i was in search for until i have realized i enjoy my alone time.

Maybe it is because i have never had anyone who loves to do all the same things i do.

I would love to meet a responsible stoner. A woman who shares the same interests as me.

I could detail exactly what it is that makes me tick as long as she tocks.

Telling me how she loves video games and poetry as i sit toes grounded leaning toward her.

I want someone that makes me feel just as comfortable as I make her feel.

Someone i could share the rest of my life with, happily.

A woman I can look at everyday and say, she completes me.

one girls tells another girl she sucks then the other girl lashed out
with you blow.

it was great.

they pulled my pants down.


w
a
a
a
a
a
a
y

d
o
o
o
o
o
o
w
n



I laughed.



they proceeded.

you had me. except you lost me.



all for a better cause.


for you. for us.


us for you.



oh tou'che



an

old

cli'che



i know this now.




two and a half years ago

i would have no idea



what

or who

i was.


married to you.


thinking...

of him...

and why... you were thinking of him

.................when you were with me.






...i know

why now.



.......appauled.......


by my own applause.




things are better. much better.





i am over the want of having you.




i thought you were a need.




as if my life could be any less fun

without you.




funny how we laugh at what we

think is funny.




you had me. and i am glad i had you.




now without you i can appreciate

those fears of losing you i have had to



...........



.................................

.....



overcome.




this took time.


as they always say.

usually.

nice write gurl!

This is one of those poems
that should not be about i

so i

will refrain
from using

i

by speaking to

i

CAPTILIZED

USING MY

THIRD PERSONS POINT OF
PERSPECTIVE


SUCH SILLY RESTRAINTS
HE LAID HARBORED
UNUSED

TO LIMIT HIS INSANITIES
BLASPHEMIES UNSCREWED

she was my

butterfly


no wonder why

she had to fly



she was my

better side


none other than

my butterfly



she was

another side


i could not hide

yet wonder why



she was

my butterfly


the better side

that had to fly