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