Ordinary Life.

there's pain in our passion
continually coinciding
hope with every ration
with the feelings you insist on hiding

ready for the great
not for the mate
to proud of your fire
scared of what you desire

the world can be barren
if you imagine it to be
love is the same
between you an me

persistent but not pertaining
indescribable they say
i could tell you every flaw
just give me a day

inevitably and intentionally
everyone falls, when anyone calls
no one can hold their tongue
they just need thicker walls

the misuse, the abouse
do you have a plan
when you're unsure
will you hold your stand

Words.

draining, the passion
as it seeps from your soul
degrading, the compassion
you find it so dull

words can mean the world, if you want them to
significance, astray, un furled, seeing if their true

like lightning, here, then gone
they're the setting sun, morning, then dawn

your wake up call
your sweet goodnight
your lunch-time break
in the bright noon light

the comforting sway
in your hips when you're happy
the sound to break the day
when you're told to make it snappy

the constant reminder
that someone cares
the forever reminder
that your heart still tears

words are the shake
in your hands when you're scared

the crack in your voice
when you're nervous, unprepared

the secret that you kept
the truth from them, you spared

words are the blindfold
leaving you impaired

they kill
they cut
they scream
they gut

they wonder
they wreak
they want
they shriek

they are scripture
they are discussion
they are intelligence
they are percussion

the addiction
you crave to hate
the curvy road
you try to make straight

the essence to create
more than that,
they are fate

history in the making
as soon as they are spoke
the potential words contain
in nothing of a joke

sticks and stone
what a malefactor
it only applies
if you're a good actor

words can pierce the strongest heart
words are like a throwing dart
words can pull us together, apart
words distract us, from the most perfect art

control our deeps thought
persuade our inner being
leave us distraught
leave us disagreeing

weather full of passion
or passion less
filled with substance
or meaning less

the largest lie
or there to confess
there to save us
or continue distress

words are reason
words are grief
words are treason
words are relief

Just Like Me.

half the fun
is to plan the plan

we leave it where we started
and pick it back up again

the wonder of why
consumes us to die

if only i could fly

have a birds eye view
one foot in your shoe

the other on familiar ground
so i can turn around

when danger calls
i count my falls

rack my head, on hollow walls

it's all cowardice
accept this

you dont share
you're to scared

that's not bravery
you're pathetic, see

you're just like me

Komputer Kid

crowded classroom
humming and shaking
tech-inclined
like a nervous student
waiting for the test results
will he pass?
toes tapping
like the clickety clackaty
of the keyboard
it is constant
he gets his paper...
marked with an A
his eyes are now transparent
you can see the joy,
that fills his world
his mother puts it on the fridge
like a newly posted blog
she wants everyone to see
they play music
and dance around
its as if they are computers
they are modern
they are advanced
they are ready

If Hate Meant Love

so..invading
you think you're important.
but you never were

stand up, so you can stir
the pain
you inflict..

you're such a..prick..
charming in your ways
so vain

you're reign
long lived
it's welcome

caught numb
sigh, in your presence
laugh at your back

i hate you more
then white hates black
more than then the daughter
hates the dad
when he says no
when it comes to chad

more than the bike
hates the fat rider
more than the fly
hates the spider

more than the wife
that hates the husband
that cheats
she's a 'has been'

more than god
hates our sin
more than a winner
hates to not win

more than the step son
hates his step father
that steals his mom
and calls him a bother

i hate you more
than i ever could
more than i should
more than anyone would

more than I'm allowed
so it would seem
more than I'm permitted
you've made me mean

we put up with you
we're made to
forced to

have you had this feeling
have you felt this pressure

everything in this world
is a fallacy
you see...

its a joke
its a mockery
i, see...

build that bridge
over your tears
over your fears
can you see clear
so you can carry the gear
bring up the rear
this only mere

this chapter in life
should soon be over
when it is
I'll pick the clover
the lucky one
that every one wants
to keep in their pocket
everyone flaunts

did you know, i miss you?

this isnt my thing
it never has been
something has to be said
so to the paper im led...

did you know, i miss you?
did you think about that...
when you left to be different
right here's where i sat

i didnt cry, or complain
i said, that hasnt been my thing
but when i heard that song
i could hear you sing

my heart dropped, it skipped
my mind spun, it ripped
thoughts here, thoughts there
my feet, they just slipped

you almost had me
you almost did..
you almost fooled me
like some little kid

it doesnt surprise me
im use to it
people get up and leave
just leave me to sit

were you to good?
were you to cool?
if that's the case
go back to sunday school

i know who i am
i know who i'll be
i may not have you
but my god, will never leave me

Alliteration Accessed Amazingly

poem patters passing time
latte' lifts, leading the mind
music magic making it flow

i've nothing to do,
i've nowhere to go.

reading rescues, rescue me
tap tap tap, tempting me
Sweeney songs swaying through

how was that,
will that do?

crunchy cashews, creating a beat
quite questions ,quest the air
water wetting wishful lips

my back hurts,
but not my hips.

born beautifully bashful, i was
not needing numbers, needing words
existential experiments exist through me

im ready to become,
what i was meant to be.

yount.

we're bored and we're tired
brought forward, undisired

annoying, underminding
controlling, and binding

endless hours about nothing
come on guys..
give us something

teach from the heart
not from the book
teach what you see
dont give me that look

the look of dissapointment:
because we dont care
the look of defeat:
you would'nt dare

we want to learn
we really do
but what we know
you cant compare too

fresh out of college
you just got your start
but with each passing moment
you're slipping into the dark

I Will Wait For My Beloved

I'm not to skinny
I'm not that pretty
I'm not blond, I'm not tan
my legs don't have a ten foot span
if you ask in a nice way
that doesn't mean I'll do what you say
but enough of what I'm not
slander is not what i was taught
I'm pure I'm proud
not part of the crowd
my body will become
part of the ground
but my soul will not
because I'm heaven bound
unlike a lovesick pup
that rolls around on any floor
my beloved
is who I'll wait for
a beacon of true love
a constant bearer
one that's nearly perfect
one without any error
respect is demanded
in the case when that lacks
then they'll be reprimanded

whoabuddy.com

i thought this was amazingly clever.

and, it really made me laugh.

i got it from: http://www.whoabuddy.com/2008/01/20/the-magic-of-the-mac-eject-button-o/

there.

that place is so neat.

Ever noticed the eject button the new MacBook Air? The eject button proves to be no use, since there is no disc drive on the computer, but is there anyways. Something must pop out when you press the button though. A list was created as the potential actions that the eject button could be capable of doing. Eject Random F-15 Eagle National Guard Pilot. Activate road speed bumps. Launch Inter-Continental Missiles. Launch giant dildos. Launches squirrels into oblivion. Activates self-destruction function in a Manila envelope. Forces internal battery to self-destruct. The picture is obviously a smokescreen, setting another rumor on the right path. Here is a Greater list:

• Ejects random F-15 Eagle National Guard pilot currently flying over the US.

• Activates road speed bump.

• Launches Inter-Continental Ballistic Missiles while playing War Games with demented mainframes.

• Don’t make war, make love and launch giant dildos instead. (NSFW)

• Fires up the farter-burner in jet-propelled toilet.

• Ejects Blu-ray and HD DVD players and turn TVs off at boring consumer electronics conventions.

• Launches space fighters in the middle of the desert. Then press again to see them self-destruct mid-flight.• Kicks bad Imperial fake rock bands off the stage.

• Remotely makes Steve Jobs said “Boom!” at will during keynotes and events.

• Launches squirrels into oblivion.

• Activates self-destruction function in Manila envelope.

• Triggers portable secret RDF unit, making everyone 1.5 miles around you to fall in love and go to the store to buy one.

• Provoques fanboy orgasm. (NSFW)

• Provoques Slut Machine an orgasm. (NSFW)

• Provoques Slut Machine’s fanboys an orgasm. (NSFW)

• Forces internal battery to self-destruct, eliminating the need to change it

to jess love david.

Praise for the girl with bows in her hair
Praise for her compassion which is always near
Praise for her beauty which is alway there
Praise for her friendship may she always care
Oh how I praise the girl with bows in her hair
Praise for her words which are nothing but fair
Praise for her persistence as strong as a bear
Praise for her heart and praise that its I she cares

Hate, Is a Terrible Thing to Waste.

perished in existence
retracted from reform
prosecuted for free will
exiled inside your dorm

society's pet
mocked! shocked! worn! torn!
trapped to the sanctions of your own mind
sweat drips, it drops, it plops

the unwanted child
with a whore for a mother
no father! no father!
you're just a big bother

you're never cared for
never loved, never hugged
set in the corner
jet to the floor
met with your maker
now you are no more

its not like it matters
that you're even dead
the only thing you loved
were the sounds in your head

cough, cough: you're better off
wink, wink: next time you'll think
ahem, ahem: you choke on your flem
um, um: you were always to dumb

im glad you're gone
i hate to say it
you were a burden, to hard to bare
sinking further and further, into a pit of dispair

your words were thick
the stick like paste
they're deep, they're dark
your hate did not waste

Jess <3 David

this was written for my by a fellow poet :]
he's mazing, his name is David
he's my new best friend, and i love him. <3


So Stylish, So sweet
Can't wait until we meet
I have heard all about your hugs
Been a witness to your love
You kindly took me in
And made me a friend
So wise in your ways
Spread joy with the things you say
It's hard to write a poem for the best
You really are that talented Jess
Cheer me up when I am down
Jess turns my moods right around
With pretty eyes and a run way smile
Shes got heart and I dig the style
So kind, funny, pretty and neat
One of the two people in Arkansas I cant wait to meet

David

dont worry, i'll always except you
weather you're gay or straight, a catholic or a jew
true love is selfless, and i practice it
i give and give and give, until it's my time to get

and with being my new friend
love is what you'll get around the bend
just stay true to me
dont leave my side, dont flee

my friends are so dear to my heart
and in my heart, is where you'll start.
if you'll stick with it, then i will
we'll stand pround and strong, on friendship hill

to Joni Mitchell we'll laugh and sing
dance and prace, twirl and fling
what's to happen next
will there be phone calls, will there be text

or maybe it will stop after this
if that's to happen, you'll be deeply missed
i really dont see that in our future though
i think we'll be friends, you wont be my foe

here's your poem, and a smile too
i love meeting new people, and i love you."

Our Prayer Hand

for his glory, we stand
putting together, our prayer hand
safe and sound, under his command

promised a heaven, with streets of gold
if we are saved, that's what we are told
ready and willing, we're an easy mold

not for strength, not for power
not to control, not to devourer
i am his, and he is ours

our potential is quaint
but, our feelings are faint
we complain and complain, we're one big compliant

will we change, will we remain
this simple dull, plain old Jane
or his love, will we gain

only by striving, studying, and staying
loyal to him, that's the price we are paying
if we do not, we are only betraying

his love and his care
forever they are there
through the death and the prayer

his commitment is strong
never-ending and long
always with him, is where we belong

Their Sins

sectioned off, cut in half

torn apart, pulled away

living life, day to day

vicious, sadistic

corrupted, and unclean

simply cruel, simply mean

born like this, no

made into this, yes

take one.. wild..guess

you, you did this

you, and your ways

it's the way, that you were raised

grown to change

created to convertt

with only one blurt

you get in the minds

deep in there

a ravage bear

to cause commotion

that's your job

you make it throb

it's an icepick, in the heart

a knife in the back

you're stuffed in the sack

caught, for good

to be made new

into someone not you

never to go back

you're stuck in your mind

controlled, and confined

this wont stop

until we force it to

it's not up to me, it's only up to you

can you do it

can and will you win

can you show them, all their sin

it takes only one shot

then you're done

I'll be waiting here, to see if you won

At It's Best

do you realize, do you finally see
what selfisness can do to me
it preys at my soul
with only one goal
to kill and destroy
but, you're a big boy
you can see, you can hear
if im far, if im near
you know when im around
and when i've hit the ground
ignorance is bliss,
but, stupidity, is never missed
over years, that's what you've become
no longer a person, beating to his own drum
not bright, just beige
in a book, just another page
the white wall, in a white house
the black thread, on a black blouse
the red pedal, on a red rose
the green rubber, on a green hose
the same old storys, the same old tales
the routine note, that never fails
im disappointed now
i just cant see how
that same boy, who would sing aloud
just sits and stares, along with the crowd
i'll get over it, im sure you will too
but as for now, im over you

Is It? Was It? Are We? Should We?

is it me, or is it you
is it false, or is it true
are there many, are there few
are you to sit, or are you to do


was it your fault, or was it mine
are we now pigs, that awful swine
or perhaps, a special kind of devine
one that's not fantastic, only fine


are we to sit, are we to cry
made to sulk, and wonder why
to walk and talk, and one day die
to watch the clouds got by and by


are we to look, and not to stare
to constantly care, about what to wear
weather or not, we'll make a perfect pair
or if we'll die, because life's not fair


should we get out, of the old routineto
go against, every gene
would that be wrong, would that be mean
is it to much, what we've all seen


is it them, or is it us
is it worry, or is it fuss
will we shut up, will we cuss
just long enough, to catch this bus