Category: Poetry

I don’t want to be the way out

but even more so

I don’t want to be on the way out

I don’t get
what you see in me
I’mm not a hunk or buff
or drunk stupid crazy
I’m not an athlete or musician
doctor or mathematician
I’m a skinny white nerd
I write to be heard
I play to impress
but it’s usually in jest
I don’t care to be in
as I don’t care what’s out
I’m proud of who I am
I’m just me being me
but maybe that’s exactly what you see

3-4-07

I might of found her
and never knew
passed her by
and away she flew

others all compete
in their own little way
but none of them can see

cuz i can’t calm down
whenever i see her around
and it’s all i can do
to try and get over you

2-14-2006

it’s always 6 months difference thats how i remember it
but for a while i had forgotten
not by my own choice, but by certian events
still left unexplained
not even sure if known
anyway
happy birthday

i cant see anything
for these eyes thats sparkling
this nighttime syndiciate
has all the reasoning
cold air the warm breath feels
my time is not worth leaving
my time is not worth giving
every love
seems to pass this by
even though my mind is tingling
my thoughs are worry worth having
my reply to a well spoken being
cant quite always look
this seemingly repeating hook
all out and none to have
this time i’m coming back

this napkin would be great
in the hands of someone famous
found one day in a little box
treasure under wooden locks
and while this time is passing by
i write these words and wonder why
everyone’s staring
in my direction
haven’t they ever seen someone
making that first napkin?

11-19-2005

you’re where you shouldn’t
eyesight and sundrop
to encase this glass between us
around us
and these seals wouldn’t break

5-26-2005

from here my chances are slim
no lines between them
only a few holding away
taking a beating now
cant seem to find the sign
from your other side
from that other me
it was said
you said
you’d find me here
even in the dark you could see
I can see your lips uncurl
as i’m circling through these
scenery and clouds
I know you’re waiting
but you’ve been waiting too long

a glimpse of a touch, a meet of an eye
this lady in waiting that I’m passing by