And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Feeling dark and articulate. Recently read a lot of Poe. So I guess I'll call this a...
POE-m(I'm such a loser.)

I met a little boy this morning
walking through the park this spring
as he played he looked so carefree
happy as any child should be
climbing trees just like a monkey
dreaming of racing in the grand prix
An old man sat on a bench not far
Some information he did not bar
"He will not want to drive a race car
when he falls and gets his scar."
Mostly I remember his finger
Looked like the index of the grim reaper

I had lunch with a friend of mine
eating in while it was hot outside
he takes care of his work daily
mature as all adults should be
carrying out responsibility
analyzing every degree
The old man sat at a table not far
Placed his icy hand on my shoulder
"He will love to drive his sports car
when he is close to being a beggar."
Mostly I remember the man's finger
Grippingly cold like the grim reaper

I talked with my father in the evening
remembering the lovely springs
He looked in his place to me
settled as old men should be
worried of senility
only to some degree
The old man came from my father
taking away, guilt no bother
"He was taken out of hunger
for it grows forever larger."
Mostly I remember the man's finger
Felt like the touch of the grim reaper

blahg
Why do I come off as a freak?

Loya doesn't like me. The debacle is over. Waste of my money. OH WELL.

Don't know what this is about. It was about something then turned into sucky teachers then it went to wherever. But it's not supposed to be good, is it? It's my barf, a mixture of whatever emotions I was feeling in the past 18 hours(I heard somewhere it takes your body six days to digest food.) I don't even think upheaval is a word.
Up Chuck Ya Fuck

I wish they could hurl me across the stars
Into my dreams and way past Mars
I've got potnetial that's what they say
Don't care where I am after '0-5 May
"Get rid of this stuff" "Just trim the fat"
I'll give you an A if this is that
Cut out the spirit you free thinker

This is an upheaval of phlegm that's infectual
Give it time and it will talk dicatating it's will

I wish I'd hurl this from my weak heart
Keeping my soul and body apart
This ink is my blood run my veins dry
Can't stand it in this body of mine
It screams for release, has to be seen
Hope I convey its message real keen
Out of this prison will it fly free?
Soar like an eagle and ease my sleep?

This is an upheaval of phlegm that's infectual
I hope that I get well won't rot in the pits of hell

Just a thought

Since when do girls know anything about guy's feelings? They think a guy's brain is filled with testosterone 24/7. That's only when we've got boners and believe me that's far from all the time with these hos who think they're godesses walking around.

Sometimes: Excerpts from the Mind of a Madman

Sometimes, I wonder why God gave a good male rib to make women. It is all God's fault that sin entered the world. Along with pain, suffering, and bloody vaginas(What the fuck was he thinking on that last one?). No one can understand women. Women can't even understand women, supposedly I mean. Whenever I ask girls if they like me, they say "I don't know." How the fuck do you not know? Emotions don't need to be thoroughly examined. It's not a science, at least not yet. I wish they were more decisive, at least. If you have to put your feelings through questioning, do it quickly.
I hate when they lead you on the most. Act like they are completely enamored with you, just to say two days later that it was a mistake and they think you would be a real great friend. I WAS IN IT FOR TITS IN THE FIRST PLACE. So why's it hurt so much after if there was no real emotion in it from my part?

"I wonder is there anything I'm going to miss."

Another "experimental" poem. This one won a place somewhere in the top 30 of a poetry contest and is published in some book.
To Get the Sense of Things

I wish you knew what it was
what it is to be burdened
to feel the pain of responsibility
to taste the sourness of forgetfulness
to see the devastation of procrastination
to hear the screams of authority
to smell the stink of life

Do you think I enjoy the sick S&M games of the world?
I don't want to be bound to a chair while worrying about my hairline
I want to feel the happiness of the meadow
I want to taste the nectar of the bees
I want to see the brightness of life
I want to hear the laughter of children
I want to smell the lilies of the field
I want to escape
I need to be free

What if.......

What if I turned this page into a diary? That would make it a lot easier to sleep at night. Putting out(heehee I said putting out) all my ideas helps me with that. I'm seriously thinking about dropping out of school so I can let out all my creative energies. Faulkner didn't need school, why should I?
This whole Loya situation is driving me crazy. I had this idea for a movie about it, though. "It's hard to explain." and "It would ruin the suprise." are excuses I could put, but frankly I'm just too lazy. If I wrote this movie, I bet I could sleep ten hours consecutively! I think it's more my real life than my creative "cock blocks" that are keeping me from my much needed beauty sleep. That Loya girl really encompasses my concentration, in that normal non-rapist way I guess you'd say.

Bivi is the best....

..FOR ME TO POOP ON.

One of the poems I wrote while "experimenting" with different writing styles.
True Friend

It seems they've lost something important
Or maybe it's not important to them at all
Just a toy of the past that broke
Broke from jealousy of new toys coming in and being loved
Broke from the weight of all the other toys
It was stuffed at the bottom of the chest
The pressure of all the others being pushed upon it while having to keep from imploding under it's own weight.

They're throwing it to ground, covering it with dirt
Or maybe it is more than a toy for they are burying it
Their faces look the same
Trying to remember something
Trying to find a reason for using their time to bury it
It was always there for them
But they never needed it, they wished it would go away and now that it has what is the point of wasting their time.

It might have been a loved one
Or maybe just a pet frog
Look at the ugliness and weariness on its face
Weary from putting up with them
Weary from never geting anything back
It would have died for them, couldn't they see?
But now that it is dead, could they care? Do they understand the definition of what it is to be a TRUE FRIEND.

Just a thought

Isn't it strange how high schools and insane asylums are both called institutions and how both "help" you?

blahg
Not quite as high on life as usual
(Homecoming's overrated. Had to throw that in here. Read away.)

What's the point of writing anymore? Nobody in their right mind would bother reading any of this. To add on to that, what's the point of existence? Why did God bother to create galaxies and then, after giving us a few guidlines, let us go at it ourselves? All organisms are just a massive version of "The Sims".(Maybe we are just characters in a future game called "The Sims Retro" and we all are able to process our own thoughts because we are running on a super-supercomputer. Imagine if we were all a huge gambling game and the more famous we get here, the more money people who bet on us on the "outside" win. A bit Matrixy there.) God created us so we could worship him. Were the myriads of angels he had not enough? Did he want to see how much he could put pressure on us until we denouced HIM? Or were we created as recruiting stock in His war against Lucifer? Why didn't He just get rid of Lucifer in the first place? He didn't kill him for not loving Him, but He lets my cousin die for being in love? My oldest cousin got shot on his front porch in front of his brothers and sisters because some jealous fuck was mad that my cousin stole his girlfriend. Where the fuck was God then? Where is he now? People lie to themselves saying Job was a fictional book, but look out on the street and Job is alive in so many people it's sad.
Maybe the atheists are right. We are all just a big accident.

As a Great Sage Once Said...

"All you skin trees are the same. You and your idiotic fears and irrational attitudes towards micro-organisms!! Trying to destroy what you can't see!! Well you are fools."
-Dustmite(Strange thing to quote, huh?)

Sometimes: Excerpts from the Mind of a Madman

Sometimes, I wonder how many people would be dead if cyanide could be bought at Walgreen's prescription-free. In many cases, people have to go out of their way to get the deadly drug(or gun or access to the roof of a tall-enough building,) but if it was available on the open market people could kill themselves on the spur of the moment. Would people have to fill out a form and pin it to themselves so that whoever finds the body knows who to get in contact with? I wonder if people would even bother leaving the parking lot after taking it. What if people change their minds after taking it and before it works? Would there be an antidote inside they could get? The company could make that high-priced as fuck. That's supply and demand for you, ladies and gentlemen.

"Life's a joke, but not a laughing matter."