Words Are Cheap, So I'll Sell You A Line.

Words..

2012-03-15T20:01:00.002-07:00

I am not a writer. I am not a poet. I cannot conduct words to impress others and leave them breathless. I do not use words. They use me. They mutilate me and rip me to shreds, dissembling my parts. Words will follow me wherever I go, but I will never truly be more than an acquaintance with them. They will line the marble above my grave and rest on the lips of those who want to remember me. They lie as parcels in my mouth, knocking around between my teeth, slipping out clumsily to fall to the ground and never into ears that will listen and hear me.
Tonight there are words sitting as wet cement somewhere between my stomach and large intestine, slowly multiplying and I am sure that by the time a boy calls me tonight, they will have reached my mouth and hardened right up. This boy will throw his words at me, letting them fall heavily at my feet, clunkclunking like a car engines and plastic spoons. He will talk at me, but never with me. We will not share our words between us carefully and quietly, instead I will be bashed into my bedroom wall with words that don't mean anything to me.
The girl who called herself my best friend for years now likes to string words around her fingers and place them along the ridges of my back, pressing them into me and forcing me to listen. The words only dig deep holes, so I pick up words I find along the streets and at people's feet, shoving them into the corners of my spine.
I am prepared for the words that will assault me tonight. I know how they will peel back my edges. I can already feel them swelling so great in my room that they will soon break the windowpanes and crush me to death. I will hear words that sound something like, "This just isn't working out," maybe followed by the nice little phrase, "I just don't have enough time,". or maybe he will fish something out about how "You're too uptight for a guy like me," which can also be heard as, "You're not like me as much as I though,". The words will crash against my slender frame and follow me everywhere as a reminder that I can never conquer them.

Letters of Freedom.

2012-02-14T20:12:00.001-08:00

A young man,
Sat alone in a box,
Made of his own doubts and fears.

Each day he threw,
A paper plane outside,
Watching as the wind took it home.

The planes were,
Really letters he wrote,
To any voice that would listen.

One day a reply was sent,
In the same way his letters took flight,
And the message was by a young lass name Rem.

More letters took flight,
As back and forth the two spoke,
With wings formed from oak's bark.

Soon another girl,
Also added her letters,
To the flights sea of flow.

Her name was Ren,
And her friend Mary joined,
Each day the three sent the young man news.

How the city was,
How the sky was such a bright blue,
And how the water that rested by the city port looked so new.

One day as he threw the letter,
His step was one to far and with a slip,
The young man collided with the edge of his seal.

The wall did not kill,
The wall did not hurt,
The wall did not maim.

Instead the man's hands,
Met the greener grass's warmth,
And standing before him were three girls he did not know.

Each held a letter in his hands,
It was the first he had sent by paper wings,
All three spoke at once, "Free me, Know me, Forgive me."

In reply they flipped the paper over,
And began to speak in chilling tone,
"You are Free, You are Forgiven, and you must say Hello."

With a smile on his face,
He stood up from the grass,
And opened lips dry and chapped.

"Hello."

Better Than Pity.

2011-11-20T07:37:00.001-08:00

It appears in an immoral decision,
It's he's so terrible, how is it
that he seems to fix everything in his
lack of care?
And I know that the blue-eyed one knows,
he knows what I've done, he knows how
weak I am to that detached smile.
Is it okay to feel guilty?
When he was the one to be unfaithful first.
I can see it behind my eyes, addictive memories
that confuse me as to whether I should
be glad to remember them or not, whether I
should or should not smile when I see
grey eyes staring into my soul.
One says he's going to destroy me.
Another says he's going to help fix me.
And the truth is that, though I fear rejection,
it's the fear of being alone that hits
me the hardest. It's the fear that shadows
will spill from under my door and consume
me, the fear that if I'm left alone, my
mind will unravel and I'll be at the
mercy of a masked monster of hatred.
I'm scared of my own mind being left
to make up it's own horrors to kill me.
And I hate the look of pity those blue
eyes give me becuase of it. I hate it.
The only thing I get from that
emotionless one is mocking laughter.
Laughter that makes the fear give way to
shame for feeling so scared.
It's better than being pitied.

Use Me.

2011-10-25T04:17:00.000-07:00

Use me completely,
And make me break as you see fit,
For I am trapped inside your wall for you alone.

Though hooks dig,
Into my limb words flow,
And one million truths I will speak.

One million things,
You'll need to know,
And so many you'll want to never hear.

With all of this,
I'll add a haunting warning,
As the blood drains into the floor.

"I will die someday,
And you will follow suit on another,
Yet both will shed tears of sapphire hue."

Use me completely,
And draw me thinner still,
For no god may enter here.

My soul protects this home,
With my blood drained into it's walls,
All lightning I reject from divine source to retort.

Spreading thinner,
The skin is worn tight,
And the hooks grow rusty.

Once more I repeat,
All the truths I can spill,
And the haunting hymn like warning

"I will die someday,
And you will follow suit on another,
Yet both will shed tears of sapphire hue."

Use me so fully,
That I cannot ever say no,
Even as the thread goes tighter than it should.

Hooks are scarlet,
Draining all that is me,
As the words flow so freely.

Break me so fully,
You alone are master,
And you alone are divine.

All who deny,
Are rejected from entry,
And may never hear the truth.

Snap the body falls,
And hands are stained,
With the smell of copper rust.

Once more,
With the final cord,
Do the words repeat.

"I will die someday,
And you will follow suit on another,
Yet both will shed tears of sapphire hue."

Breathe Like You Bleed.

2011-10-04T22:37:00.000-07:00

I want to feel his hands around my throat
Pressing me down until I finally choke
Prove to me that I don't need the air I breathe
Prove to me that all I really need is you to hold me
I want to feel his hands cutting off my air supply
Preventing me from telling even more lies
Prove to me that I don't need my voice to speak
Prove to me that you don't really even need me
I want to feel his hands strangling me
Protecting me from the toxins we all need
Prove to me that you can help me escape the idiocy
Prove to me that I can live somewhere above reality
I want to feel his hands around my throat
Pressing me down until I finally cease to choke

The Story of Us

2011-08-25T03:00:00.001-07:00

The story of us doesn't seem that long.
But that doesn't mean that it's meaning is lost.
Some people would say that this story is wrong.

But it's just so right. I just can't put down this book.
All the emotions in this story has me, well hooked.
As I turn each page and my eyes takes in all the words
I can't wait to know what happens next.

Where will this story take us to
A movie, a play or maybe even your place?
Or how about a beach were we can just enjoy the view.
This story is starting to make my heart race.

I don't want to finish this book too fast
So I guess I'll let the story of us take it's course.
I hope this will last.

Insomnia.

2011-08-25T02:40:00.000-07:00

I'm terrified,

To wait alone.

Here's the truth,

My cover blown.

I cannot sleep,

Or stay awake.

There's more caffeine,

And pills to take.

Up and down

Here I go.

Massive waves,

Pulled undertow.

Please release me,

Far from here.

From every loved one,

I once held dear.

Sleepless nights,

Spent alone.

Are no less scary,

When I'm grown.

Every monster,

Under my bed.

Was truly real,

I wasn't misled.

I wish you'd stay,

But I know you'll leave.

Another lie,

My heart deceived.

I'm too afraid,

To stay awake.

There's more caffeine,

And pills to take.

Death.

2011-08-18T22:26:00.000-07:00

"Do you fear death?"

The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute…because it will never ever be yours."

"Do you fear death?"

A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again…until it doesn't work anymore."

"Do you fear death?"

The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in the dark voice that came from the shadows. "They say we hide secrets under our pillows. The only secret my pillow hides are the stains of the tears I turn over every morning... just so no one can see I'm in pain."

"Do you fear death?"

There are two kinds of people who do not fear death. They neither laugh, nor cry, or make even a hint of a sound. They won't move, they won't try to protect themselves. They will meet death head on, maybe even with a hint of a smile on their lips. This time…I smiled. "There are only two kinds of people who do not fear death."

"And who are they?"

"The brave…and the broken."

How Did I Ever Let You Go?

2011-08-03T02:34:00.000-07:00

Dear Long Lost Friend,

I know you're not real; I know you don't breathe, but to me you're alive in every way possible.
Wherever you are, near or far, I miss you dearly; I truly do.
I know not what has happened, but I know you're not gone; you haven't left me forever.
I'm in despair for I've forgotten, there's a world somewhere where I used to be loved.
A world you used to show me, full of castles and dragons, towers and maidens; space rangers and starships; pirates and vast seas.
I really miss you; I truly do. I would never lie to you because you'd never lie to me, so this is why I must write this.
You taught me pain, happiness, empathy and so much more. You showed me how to cope with what I felt and you proved to me that forcing the end is never the answer.
Your honesty was what made me fall in love; your adventures never ending and stories always captivating.
You are truly a thing of beauty, a creature I will never understand.
Cover like a door, waiting to be opened so as to reveal the secrets hidden beyond.
Words like tiny black ants: plentiful; fascinating creatures forming an image, a story; a life.
Pages so crisp and thin fluttered like the wings of a monarch as they turned and turned countless times under countless hours.
Scent like a breath of fresh air and knowledge, always so addicting, exciting and complex.
Memories permanent like the ink forever sealed to your starch white pages, memories sewn into history, our history, now old and grey and yet still yearned for.
Different lights, different times; different moods and different places, everywhere and anywhere I'd go you'd take me there.
Stories I would never forget so long as you were there to stay open and never leave me.
I know I lost you, somewhere between the pile of excuses, the array of blips and blings made by late night texts, and the bright LED screens that clutter my life and now my conscience as I toss and turn in an endless nightmare; knowing that I have done wrong.
Void and empty, my imagination longs to find you, wherever you've hidden; wherever you've gone.
Through thick and thin we always stood together. To think that they scoffed at us and what we had: our relationship; our bond. To think that they'd try to take you away when story time ended or when class started; all because they couldn't see what you were to me.
I never wanted story time to end; I never wanted class to start; I never wanted us to disappear.
I never wanted to become addicted to your words when we first met under the florescent lights of my favorite book store, and yet here I am at your mercy, begging for you to return.
I will never truly understand how you make me feel the way I do; all I know is that at the end of the day, I know I need you there beside me to comfort me; to let me read your story once more.
You are irreplaceable, un-exchangeable, irresistible; irrevocable.
You know what they say: You never truly know what you had until it's gone. I know what I had now, and I know I want it back.
Please, I miss you, let me find you again. I promise, this time, that I will never let you go.

Sincerely,
The One That Misses You Most

Don't Leave..

2011-07-25T05:37:00.000-07:00

Please!
Don't leave me!

Isn't it enough?

Isn't my love enough?

Stay, darling, stay!
Don't leave me here,
Or I'll cry and cry and lose myself.
Don't leave me!

Please!

I love you more than the air I breathe,
I love you more than I love the earth I stand on!
Love should be enough for you stay!

Don't leave me!
Don't leave me...

Oh Poetry, How I've Missed You.

2011-05-26T19:32:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I've taken some time,
Written a piece, or even a rhyme.
Life seems to take you by the arm,
Enchant you with that wicked charm,
But in the end you come back to the start.
You can't always heal those broken hearts.
And with every cry and every laugh,
You'll be reminded of your craft.

A Flicker of Hope in a Dead Heart.

2011-05-26T19:31:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was just another day
A night with nothing to light the way
It's the same, you know?
No matter who you are, where you're from

This feeling though.. I don't want it to end
I don't know what you think or where you stand
But when it all comes to a close
I want you to know
You're everything I've ever wanted.

Down For the Count.

2011-05-26T19:27:00.001-07:00

One of those 'sick enough to lie down in the shower' kind of nights,
Where even the obvious doesn't feel quite right.
I'm sleeping under bridges, writing on the concrete walls.
This is all in my head, which is where it all falls.

Ice upon my head and I can't feel a thing;
Not the ache in my stomach nor the familiar sting.
The tears in my eyes are painfully clear.
Just wish that I knew someone was here.

Now..

2011-05-26T19:22:00.000-07:00

I'm growing stronger without you by my side
But it's still harder to keep saying goodbye to you

It almost feels like desperation without end
But I guess we'll stick to never happy ending
and move on with our lives
Without each other on our side

I'm growing stronger without you by my side
But it's still harder to say goodbye

You made me who I am
For now, I'll see you.. Never...
Goodbye.

No more.

2011-05-26T19:20:00.000-07:00

Our relationship is unlike most
It can't be held with the tips of our fingers
For all it can touch is the keyboard
And the feelings we hold, at least mine, are told in whispers
You know and have been told how vital you are to me
When I come home, I desperately hope to see you
And when I can't, it grieves me
It's to be expected from a love-sick fool, huh?
Each time I try to overcome this dependency
All that transpires is a feeble attempt that amounts to rubble
My mind crafts it well-versed tales
As my heart deteriorates and crumbles
Finally, when I cannot bear it for another moment more
I possibly bid my last adieu
And with one click of the mouse
I've blocked and deleted you,
Relinquishing all our ties
It’s a fragile game we play with
What could be magic, could only be goodbye
It’s to be expected from your passionate sycophant.

Bring Me to Another One Night Stand...

2011-05-26T19:18:00.000-07:00

I'll break your heart; Come on, break mine.
I know you can't, but you should try.
You were just a fuck to me;
Honey, that's all you'll ever be.
But pledge to me your love and faith;
Leaves on my lips such a nasty taste.
I write to you about trust and pain,
But, honestly, I'm just too vain,
To be brought down by a man,
Even though he thinks he can.
You think I'm wrapped around your arm;
In reality, all I bring is harm.
Do I mind? No, not close.
Behind your back I sit and boast.
Why? Because you're just a fuck to me,
And, Baby, that's all you'll ever be.

Music

2011-01-03T03:14:00.000-08:00

Dear You,

I'm still going through my poems, but here's a good one. An optimistic one for you. :D
Here goes:

A simple gaze, a longing look over your shoulders
In the eyes of these two strangers held the ability to move boulders
Out of old boredom and instinct, these two lives intertwined
Linking themselves together with words of bread and wine
In just a few clicks, the enchantment began.
Though love was already banned
But, both had a brain and heart
To step up and take a part
Minutes turned to days, both spoke so freely
Talking about anything to utter silliness
While in their abyss, they became something
Both learned to fly, in the grips of nothing
Lost, forgotten, and uncared for was what they were
Till they met each other in the heat of a blur
Their heart so pure, captivated by the intent to save
They took a hold of each other and learned to behave
Names maybe unfamiliar to their tongues
But both need each other's words to fill up their lungs
Darkness may have taken control of their lives
That they would have resorted to taking a hold of knives
And have sown themselves in the seams of darkness' glove
For what is known in this world as love
Neither felt until the sight of a dove
All both needed is someone to start over with
Though distance is the one thing that separates them
They have learned to abide by the rules of realism
Who can say what both are truly in search for
When they might have just needed another open door
With compassion and wit,
The answer to their worries, this may be it!

One Night Stands.

2011-01-02T09:13:00.000-08:00

So I was looking through my old note books, and found a ton of old poems, I'll eventually post most of them on here.. But for now here is one...

Here, you are
Half-naked or fully clothed
Submerged in a nostalgic mode
-- Basking in the feeling of being wanted,
Enjoying all that's shared.

Again, here, you are
Behind closed doors
Lying in bed -- someone's or yours
In the comforting arms of no one
Yet someone?

Now, here, we are
Alone and trying to kid yourself
That intoxication justified your actions,
And that all can be easily omitted,
Especially whatever you felt.

And, for awhile,
That reasoning solidified,
Requiring no retraction
Until you realize that no one insisted
To care for whatever that lied within
-- How much you bleed for the world, yet persisted

And to realise so,
You can finally say, "Fin."

Writer to Reader.

2011-01-02T09:06:00.000-08:00

I recall those instances,
When I would go off in my little corner,
Scribbling profusely to understand my circumstances
Rather than becoming the next visitor of the corner.

At times, my aimless verbiages
Were simply written recollections.
Yet, what seemed like garbage
Turned to an enlightening composition.

Truly, a sense of satisfaction exists in creativity,
Despite how difficult it is to be original.
Each stanza portrayed my personality
- Honest yet implicit
empowering yet condescending,
light-hearted yet cynical.

And, though, I would usually challenge my readers
To pose their judgments and to chip away at my innuendos
Now, I ask you to take on the craft, to be a writer
And to eternally preserve your woes.

Playing Catching Up.

2010-10-14T17:08:00.000-07:00

Pull away from the norm

And jump into the cellar hold

Watch your world form

From the dreary bleak
to a colourful streak

Though the void may rip and tear
That you’re reminded of the loneliness

Know it’s okay to feel the world’s stare

You have a certain loveliness

Incomparable is who you are

A radiant, twinkling star

So, soak up this moment

If you need the space

It’s alright to pace

To find your supplement

It’s your time to sit back and relax

Maybe, it’s what you needed all along

To keep yourself intact

Winter is coming soon enough

Just hang in there, no matter how rough

The tide will thrust into the reef

It’s your life to keep

Babbling.

2010-05-31T22:10:00.000-07:00

Pedestals aren't meant for anyone
For once complete faith is placed on another,
It can be easily lost as it was to gain.
Disappointment spreads rapidly
As the progression of the night to day.
From now on,
It'll be best not to be so inclined to someone,
To give so freely, a heart.
Weakness shouldn't be felt nor should it be shown.
This mask will be placed back on,
As if to dare the world to scare me to death,
While I patiently hope for someone to save me once again.
Like they say the world is better with your smile
than your constant whine
There's bound to be a happy ending somewhere,
if not a slow disintegration.
Truly, I can't accept your words whether sincere or not
Don't take it to offense,
They just weren't meant to be heard with these ears of mine.
Thankful that I am for every encounter
With those who tore down barricades
And those who constructed them
Seeking thy refugee is over;
However, my mind is my own compartment
As my body is that of which is the prison itself
Gesticulations and speeches can bring so much harm
Despite its own comfort and warmth, besides our whelps.

Menagerie.

2010-05-11T12:20:00.000-07:00

As I get off my car and wave my mother goodbye, I realise where I am-- the place of my mediocre experiences; where I had spawned in circles, where I screamed at the top of my lungs despite the hoards emerging and where I fought through with such vitality and naivety in their wake. And, as I am about to take my first step back into this circus, I turn around and make a dash for it. I run into the parking lot to find a living souvenir of this horrid place.

He stands about six feet tall with his vibrant red hair not as haywire as before, but neatly trimmed. In such scenes in a movie, it would be expected for me to slowly gait my way to him, caress his face and accept him into my arms; instead, my feet drag me swiftly to his passenger seat without a wave of hi or hello. In turn, he gets into the drivers seat, turns on the ignition, and within a few seconds, we are on the road again, just the two of us, like that one night a few years ago.

And, while he drives us to what I would call uncharted territory, I make no sound throughout the trip, not even a whimper or a sign of curiosity. Though he would normally yell at me for my silence, he does not utter a word to instigate a conversation, merely drives past buildings until we reach scattered houses and a mesh of green.

Finally, we find ourselves at this spot. He parks the car and gets out. And, I follow. Still, with no eye contact. No interlocking hands. Nothing but silence.

We made our way to the depths of uncertainty. Wherever he had left his mark on the ground, I covered it with mine. What most would perceive as mere seconds, we found endless with this grueling anticipation in our hearts. Suddenly, everything accelerated, and then stopped. With a whisper from the past, in this hammock, where the clock ticked away in its own realm, we laid and said our regrets of the menagerie we had left behind.

2010-03-20T06:17:00.001-07:00