As if there aren't enough poems about breakups, etc.

[Veni Vidi Vici]

Here's the slew of shit I wrote months ago. lol. They're all dated.

"Blind Eyes" -- 1/5/09

Melting things will always leave traces
of memories lost, of people and places.
Better to burn it and scatter the ashes
Back in the oven, and whip out some matches

Don't pretend it's the end; know it, and go.
Burning it down in hopes something will grow.
This can't be fixed, this can't be mended.
To make a new start means this must be ended.

It's an ugly end to what could have been friends,
but this needs to happen before a chance at that ends.
A tabula rasa is the best place to start,
Blank it all out, kick it out of your heart.

Let seasons come and seasons go,
Let time wash it clean with its unending flow,
Let fate guide you back to someone you once knew,
Let life dictate then, what it is that you'll do.



"What would Happen?" -- 1/3/09

I've always made it so easy, so easy to tease
Never once asked for even a "please."
Too scared to hold back, make you have to work for it
Too proud to admit that I'm not keeping score
Too proud to admit that you wanted to have it
Too stubborn to think I might walk out the door.
I wish I could stop, and brush you aside
Instead of admitting what I hold inside
I wish I could shine it all on, just like you do
But I can't fake a smile when I look at you.
So what, I ask, happens when I won't play the game?
What happens when I stop trying in vain?
The answer is one only you can say.
What's going to happen when I walk away?

Will you scoff to save face? Love who's taken my place?
Are you too proud to jump ship, and just once give chase?

I won't be your puppet.
I won't be your toy.
I won't be a doormat when you pick a fight.
but
I will be your confidante.
I will be your backup.
I will be your friend, but only your friend.
but
I would be your heart song.
I would be your joy.
I would be your hero, your shining white knight.

The answer is one only you can say.
Think hard on this day, cause I'm walking away.



"Eyes Wide Open" -- 12/30/08

A iceberg of thought that serves little purpose,
and the tip always hides what's under the surface.
Drifting aimlessly, coming in from the side
what happens below when two icebergs collide?
They don't seem to touch, they just seem to shake
as the undersides strike, split and break.
You can't melt what's not frozen, when the two 'bergs fast closin
are made of chemical compounds that react on impact.
This won't just erode; it had to explode.
And no one can spot what's under the water.
They won't see the fire, they won't see the light.
Just a few errant bubbles from one fateful night.
When two volatile icebergs, adrift in the black
Saw what there could be if time was rolled back.

But the question remains, as the fragments drift
What happens after this paradigm shift?
What happens, happens. And nothing more.
The puzzle fragments as it strikes the floor.
Let's pick up the pieces, and see what we have here...
I don't remember what they make. Let's ask the New Year.


"Security Breach" -- 11/04/08

Call a code red
We have an intruder
Defenses compromised
LOCK DOWN, don't let it get through.
Chink in the armor betrayed a fatal flaw
I'm standing on the edge just watching the last straw
Fall
Break down the walls, reinforce and hold the line
Here we go, go again, maybe this is the last time
I will face
This adversity worsening its the universe versus me
This battle of attrition will be my final mission
Fighting alone for a chance to repeat this stupid dance
Tooth and nail for a spark or a second glance
Bar the doors, let it drown
Wait it out 'til the world burns down
Kill the lights, full stop. It's an a-bomb drop.
Break out the bub-a-ly, and get ready to mop up.
Drop to your knees, let the disease take its toll.
Let your mind go, that's right, let it weave and roll.

This battle was decided well before it begun.
What else is there to say except "This has been fun."



"A-buuh?" 10/23/08

I can't help but wonder how this took you off guard.
I can't help but question why you think it was hard.
I'm tempted to think its a knee-jerk reaction,
just a flare of confusion from my new found attraction.

You don't want me. It's not there. You said it, remember?
So why wait til now to seem to regret it?

Oh wait, forgot. You live for this.
You live to hurt to feel alive.
Go on, enjoy it. Order up.
You wanted it more than me.

The problem at hand that I can't seem to see,
is the nebulous notion of what you want from me.
You seemed at your best when I was my worst,
so why this reaction if we were "friends first"?

Want me to be happy? Then say it and mean it.
Want me to be sad? Then don't lie. Admit it.
Want me to miss you? I do now and then.
Want me to want you? Try being a friend.

Is this the game you always play?
Do you always run when you want to stay?
WHAT is your problem?
What is your PROBLEM?

I'm not sure what you think this is,
like I'm not sure if you're really his.
I'm not in love, I just kinda like her.
Yeah, were dating. No rings on fingers.
There's no massive cake, no white wedding gown.
This isn't forever. You need to calm down.

But I'm happy. I am. It's not just a mask.
I'm free of my issues, free, free at last.
I need this. I do. I need someone else.
No promises, but it might end real fast.
Think it's a lie? Think what you want to.
I won't make it something you have to own up to.

Let's make a toast.
Oh wait... I'm confused.
What is it exactly that we're toasting to?
To friends?
To fate?
To love?
To the end?

Make up your FUCKING mind.


PS... (not my words but they're rather appropriate)

To Whom It May Concern: you're dead to me.
All the things we shared, all the things we did:
We never shared them; they're all yours;
We never did them; you did them by yourself.
Every time you come back crying, falling into your perfect little oblivion,
I'll be here enjoying every little moment of it as you feel my pain.

To Whom It May Concern: you murdered me as you walked away.
Your blade traced every inch of flesh as it peeled from my body.
When you say, "I'm happy now" I feel it dig inside,
and as it nicks my heart and scrapes against my lungs,
I see your face, and everything isn't ok.

To Whom It May Concern: I'm happy now.
She's not you, but she'll do.
All the things we share, all the things we do:
We share them every day; they're ours to keep;
We do them every day; we cherish every moment.
And when I come back crying, yearning to join you in your perfect little oblivion.
You'll be there enjoying every little moment of it as I feel your pain.

   


"Reborn" -- 9/29/08

I've been remiss.
Collared by this.
I laid myself down, and watched my walls hit the ground.
The fangs all fell out in this confidence drought.
Chased shadows for months, and burned myself out.
Now thunderclaps roll over this barren plain.
Here comes the storm.
Bring the noise.
Bring the rain.

Light falls from the sky and rips open my eyes.
I've run long enough from my own petty lies.
The wind bowls me over, and stands me upright.
White spears from the clouds set my body alight.

In seconds I know what's in store for me.
Who I am. Who I was? No, who I will be.
Forget all you knew about this mundane man.
Want to meet me now? Keep up, if you can.

I won't be that doormat.
No... more like a bear trap.
Still that soft-hearted singer,
but piss me off, and you'll lose fingers.

I'm no turning leaf, I'm a megaton bomb.
The hard side of me has been cooped up too long.
No more browbeating, no more being used,
I'm hard to set off, just don't smoke near my fuse.
A warning to those that aren't yet my friends.
Tread softly on me, or you wont walk again.

No more roll-over Rover, that boy got put down.
But that hopeless romantic? Nah, he's still in town.

I am so goddamn sick of lacking a spine.
From now on I get to go take what is mine.
From today, I am free.
From today, I live for me.

Suffice it to say, I'm a new man today.
Don't like it?  That's fine.
Get out of my way.




"Gag Order" 9/28/08

You're digging a grave, boy. Things just aren't the same.
Being sweet won't save you, it just puts you to shame.
Take her out of your phone, boy. She don't wanna hear you.
Delete all of her pictures. Get rid of that box, too.
You look like a fool now, just one more dumb boy.
You're done; Obsolete, like an out-dated toy.
The last bridge is burned, you dropped the last straw.
She's lost sight of you, all the things she once saw.
Stop this crusade, what you want is a myth.
You had a good run, but now its over and done with.
Amazing that you could kill the last ounce of fun.
It's back to the start, boy. You're back at square one.
You think you're laid back, that you're so fucking smart.
But someone else holds her eyes, her lips and her heart.
She won't ever tell you, but you know that it's true.
It aint hard to find someone that's better than you.
She's sick of you, boy... sick of seeing you call.
Sick of seeing your face, sick of you, overall.
You're the butt of her jokes when she just plays along.
Held that sad, sad delusion she'll one day prove you wrong.
This isn't a game, boy. The beat has been dropped.
So shut the FUCK up, boy. This shit needs to stop.
This shit isn't healthy, you can't make this right.
This shit is retarded. This shit ends tonight.




"A Gamble" 9/22/08

Odds are against me. It's a tough game, Roulette.
Got my eyes on double-zeros, got my hand on my bet.
I know this is a long shot, just a small chance in hell,
its a huge risk, but I'll come out big if this goes well.
The house calls for the placements, and my heart starts to race.
I can feel its beat quicken as its set in it's place.

This is it.
Here we go.
Just a spin of the wheel.
The ball goes round in circles... my head starts to reel.

Every memory of you, that little ball goin' round,
starts to lose its small momentum, and it starts to roll down.

I can't watch.
I can't breathe.
I can't choose.
I can't LOSE.

Why do I want you back this bad?
Why can't I stop thinking about what we had?
Why can't I let you go?
Why can't I fully move on?
Why can't I stop missing you, even now that you're gone?

I'm so damn conflicted, I'm tied up in knots.
One half says just forget what the other half wants.
You were everything to me and I let you get away.
I want to hear your voice, but I've got nothing to say.
I wish you could see the man I've become.
What I've turned into now that the hurt is undone.
You made me immortal, a god among men.
A shining example of what you wanted then.
I didn't do it for you, it just happened this way.
Only thing that didn't change is I still miss you each day.

So, there it is. You win. I still miss you.
Holy shit, do I hope you feel the way I do.

The ball hangs in air, just a hairsbreadth from impact.
Time is frozen for me and I wish you could see that.
I'm walking on eggshells, but its hard to keep cool
when everything I say makes me look more the fool.

Odds are against me. It's a tough game, Roulette.
Got my eyes on double-zeros, used my heart for my bet.
Lady Luck best be with me on this mile-long shot.
It's a small chance in hell, but it's all that I've got.





"Trailblazing" 8/20/08

The days of our lives are the strangest of things.
We dance in the moonlight and play our heartstrings.
Armed with a candle, a stick and our wits,
we're expected to wade through a forest of shit.
Our fond memories of times well spent fade,
as we all simply look for ways to get paid.
When it's time to grow up, its time to grow bold.
Time to start heeding things many times told.
Can't hack it? Start packin'. Go on, hit the road.
Start reaching inside 'til it's all been shortsold.
We make our excuses, say we aren't ready,
when reality is we're scared of something steady.
Steady means constant, and constant means boring.
Which means if you're steady, you're constantly snoring.
No one wants to grow up when life moves so fast,
The problem is that nothing you want ever lasts.
when you want something strong, you gotta slow down,
you can't keep on flitting, can't run outta town.
Not a permanent change to the tempo of things,
just a good solid pause to secure our shoestrings.
If you rush it, you'll trip, fall flat on your face.
  And where what you want was you'll find dust in it's place.
So bring it on back, take the reigns, hold on tight.
Ride hard and ride long through the dark stormy night.
The sun will rise high, like it did yesterday,
so give 'em that smile, kid, and fly, fly away.

[Veni Vidi Vici]

"The Beat Goes On" 8/07/08
About goddamn time I get this out of my system.

He sits in his room wondering what the hell happened, how someone who loved him could now be so vapid.
He sifts through the box of their shared memories and smiles at stupid things, like how she crosses her T's.
He's nearly at the point of tears.
He's truly found the sum of all fears.

But then he stops.

She threw you away, boy, she threw you away.
She thinks she's got it better when she goes off to play.
She threw you away, boy, she threw you away.
She told you not to wait, but she knows that you'll stay.

You made a mistake, boy, you made a mistake.
You ran through all the steps that you thought you should take.
You made a mistake, boy, you made a mistake.
You never once imagined that this much was stake.

The presents, the phone calls, the texts, the crying,
The absolutely creepy-crazy thought of spying,
The weeks you burned on this long lost crusade,
The piper's been paid, boy, the piper's been paid.

Why is it that heartbreak only happened to you?
Why did this disaster come to something so true?
Why are you alone now that she's drawn the line?
Why are you still missing her and wasting your time?

She made the mistake, boy, she made the mistake.
She says that she still loves you, but it sounds so damn fake.
She made the mistake, boy, she made the mistake.
She dropped you for one slip-up; It was all she could take.

Don't forget to flash that smile when you tell her goodbye.
Don't you dare make a scene, or let a tear come to eye.
Don't make this any harder than it has to be.
Don't pretend to lock the box and throw away the key.

You're gonna be sad, boy, you're gonna be sad.
She was the very best thing that you ever had.
You're gonna be glad, boy, you're gonna be glad.
She just might regret it, giving up what she had.

Now get that chin up, boy, cause she's missing out.
Now pick yourself up, boy, its not worth it to pout.
Now dust yourself off, boy, and get back on track.
Now turn on your heel, boy, and never look back.





"The Dance" 7/20/08
I don't feel THIS strongly, but there's certainly a twinge in m'brain in this direction.

This bittersweet dance is the strangest of things,
to a song where the words contradict.
It's a masqerade tango, and your mask is sublime,
but I burn for a glance underneath it.

But then the music... it changes.

The crowd rearranges.

And I find myself dancing alone.

I can't recognize you in this sea of faces.
There's too many people in too many places.
Did you lose yourself, too?
Or was I not privy to view
you dancing with somebody else?

Now, my steps aren't so perfect and neither are yours,
but together we tore up the floor.
Do you just need a moment to do your dance solo?
Or will you, arm in his, disappear out the door?

I'm happy for you if he spins you better,
if your steps rise and fall with the grace of a feather.
It takes two for this dance, its the hardest there is.
So if he does it better -- Well, there it is.




"Dark" 7/12/08
No idea where this came from... lol. Kinda like it though. Blatantly lifted the last two lines from Robert Jordan... which should be pretty obvious considering they're the best lines in the whole thing.


Watch the sky with mournful eyes,
as black blots out the sun.
Scream your pleas to the jet-hued heavens,
rendered deaf by obfuscation.

The stars will fall and oceans rise
and your plagues will take the land.
Wails of the dying and the dead
Will cling like blood on your hands.

For your suspicion and spies, your sins and your lies,
Your blood will slick the Earth.
A timeless reminder for ages to come
of the price of hollow worth.

Cry you sheep, you mortal men
of every house and nation.
Let tears flow, O sons of God.
Weep for your salvation.





"In Memoriam" 6/28/08
This is a super dramatic ranting thing. You know the phrase "the night is always darkest before the dawn"...? Lol. Take a guess where I was when this got written. I realize how overdramatized the messages are, lol deal with it. I was in a glass case of emotion!


Waiting is a simple task,
easier said than done.

For every night I laid awake,
wondering what direction you'd take,
the fire I had began to sway.
It sputtered, choked, and faded away.

I fought for my life, not just mine but ours,
and you were out living, days passing like hours.
It pains me to know now I never matched pace,
but the race was rigged -- my best was third place.

You flow through me like the blood in my veins,
but now you're a poison, leaving rancid black stains.
I'll never be over this, I'll never be free.
Never forgetting what you once meant to me.

Time heals all wounds, its sad but it's true,
and all I hold now is the scar left by you.
It's nothing so jagged, or ragged or raw,
just a deep, aching mark from that one final straw.

How things came to this, I may never know.
The silence you held simply let the void grow.
Fault is not only yours, it belongs to me too.
We both made mistakes, which at least I admit to.

You say we're all mirrors -- "all men are the same."
 Did you ever consider that its you that should change?
I hated it when you watched me cry,
because the simple truth is... you were watching me die.

So go; have your fun.

The damage is done.

My fire for you dwindles with June's setting sun.





"The Ties That Bind" 5/25/08

What is love worth?

Quantify my feelings.
Judge the value of my heart.
Appraise the sensations I feel around her,
and so carefully weigh my will to please her,
that you might find its worth in gold.

Though this would be a biased transaction,
for the world's riches are only a fraction
of what I would need to fill the void
of separation by my own inaction.

Wars are fought for land and oil,
I'd forefit all and choose to toil
til my body breaks in desperate feat
to find its heart -- its soul, complete.

Behind all precious gems, there is effort.
Flaws, be they big or small, obvious or hidden in the deepest recesses, are cut away to unlock the luminesence and perfection that lies beneath.

I ask you, my artisan-in-heart, to not give up on this most valued of jewels. The flaws can be fixed, with your help. I'll make the cuts, if you'll assist with the polish. Let's make this something perfect, something immaculate -- something to be jealous of.

I love you.




"Pearls Before Swine" 5/17/08

I'm incredibly apt at setting traps,
and painting myself into corners.
I'm a man with a plan, but I can't understand
why I can't read the fucking directions.
A naive little boy with some intricate toy
I fiddle and dabble and play.
And when the trigger is sprung,
I found myself hung by the neck at the end of the day.

An incredible feat to be sure,
to muddy up something so pure.
With a fistful of hope
I might hope to grope
at a chance for something called redemption.

To err is human, to forgive; divine.
Its a simple but sad little plea.
Do take your time that I might re-align
my brain most meticulously.

For time, I need too.
So I might prove to you
that your love be not pearls before swine.





"Waking Up" 11/7/07

What a puzzling twist of fate
that echoes in my mind,
that night when we stayed out so late
when we had barely met; had not yet come to find...

that...

The events that followed next would be like a hurricane that swept my universe -- everything I thought I knew -- into a chaos that I couldn't help but love.

Never had something felt so insanely real.

Never once have I been able to
feel the pain I caused another.

Never had my indecisions
caused such repercussions.

I couldn't let go of crutches I had long leaned on
something to keep me close but at a distance.

I was scared.
I was stupid.
I didn't understand.
Up became down.
Black became white.
What I thought was real became transparent.
And all I could see was you.

Crying. Screaming. Cursing your heart.
You pretended to be strong as we both fell apart.

And it took that sharpest pain to wake me up.

The dream that was? Gone for good
back to the fantasy it was rooted in.

My waking eyes saw a world anew.
I fell hard and fast into love with you.

Ironic.
I woke up from a dream to find myself in another.
Thing is... this one was coming true.
And all I could see was you.

Smiling. Laughing. Kissing my lips.
Your hands on my arms, my hands on your hips.

I never knew happiness could be this carefree.
Never felt love that raised the hairs on my neck.
I didn't know anyone could mean this much to me.
That I would die to protect you, that you might be happy without me.

There's something in the air around us.
there's something in the air.
I couldn't tell you what it is, but breathe deep --
I guarantee the memory will rob you of sleep.

My waking eyes see a world anew,
as I continue to fall in love with you.

[Amari]

OMG I'd read that but there's just too much at once.
I have a serious fear of long messages x_x

...

I really will try to read that later... I love reading things that people write from their heart! =) xD

[Veni Vidi Vici]

hahaha its something like a dozen different poems /xd

[nergal]

did u study peotry cuz i noticed the fonzaz or tonzaz or wut ever thos things r cald yer peotry skillz r amazing i have 2 admit and just a lil bit of critisism and i hate critisising being a musician myself but i notic u useds werds over and over near the end but u r an amazing writer man

[Veni Vidi Vici]

did u study peotry cuz i noticed the fonzaz or tonzaz or wut ever thos things r cald yer peotry skillz r amazing i have 2 admit and just a lil bit of critisism and i hate critisising being a musician myself but i notic u useds werds over and over near the end but u r an amazing writer man

Stanzas? lol. No, I didn't study poetry -- just kinda start writing, then I go back and tweak things until it the sound of it flows better. Which one uses repetitive words? It might have been cause I couldn't think of a better way to fit the phrasing... but thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it.

And I LOVE criticism, so long as its constructive -- feel free to fire away.

[nergal]

dude yer gona make me look thru the hole thing again.....and u can call me ...pop shot

[nekrozaku]

dis nukka got rhymes i tellz ya

[Amari]

OMG I JUST REALIZED! The title of the thread is grammatically correct! "there aren't enough poems"
!!! That's AMAZING!!!

Everyone that I know says "there isn't <insert plural noun here>" and OMG it bugs me so bad...

[Veni Vidi Vici]

lol yeah... I'm generally a spelling / grammar nazi.

I learn to keep it under wraps online though... some people get reeeeaaallly fuckin' touchy when you correct them

[nergal]

o shit i gess that makes me da fu*** jew here then     or the russians wich ever u prfer