Kids, Get ready for some free verse poetry!

Here’s another one I dug out of a notebook from a few years back.

Everything they said is driving me crazy, I don’t know what to do
All the words, all the lies that they prophesy did you know it’s about you?
After it all blends together, smooth like good weather, there’s no unencumbered truth
Distracting me from the books with a word or a look
Really how long is this gonna take
Why don’t you just break the ice to water ’cause lemons make lemonade
And standing under an umbrella in the rain with me
While it rains cats and dogs and they follow me
Barking and scratching and trying to make me see
That life’s insanity
Keeping up a melody
Burning me like fire, got me caught up in desire
Pathological liars telling me how to be liberated
Rights become wrong and the truth’s overrated
And a new chapter’s started
Turn a page to a maze and the results leave me me amazed
Hearts turned into question marks and a sharpie makes it permanent
On an army jacket made of office supplies
Got me hypnotized
And I’m being pursued for a poloroid
Then I fell but was it for the boy?
Last chance for a dance but it’s over too fast
Missed an opportunity, what happens next
Does it end in a wreck
Stay tuned for an epilogue.

Untitled?

I’m trying to move away from the generic song titles, so for now, this one has none.

I don’t need
You here
Anymore
I don’t need
To hear
Your lies no more
All I want I have
I’m happy on my own
I’m doing fine
Better than before
Before you left me

I don’t need
the time
you wouldn’t give me
I don’t need
the life
I didn’t have with you
There’s better people out there
Better than you
Whose hearts are true
I didn’t know what I was missing
Before you left me

Or rather i should say
Before you freed me
From your own damn chains

I need
what you
couldn’t give me
I need
someone
who is here for me
you gotta give respect to get it
you don’t understand
it’s not hard to comprehend
I’m stronger than I was
Before you left me

7:14

And after a week of 0 views, I post a song. Come on people.

I’m so sick of this little town
Tired of tractors slowin’ me down
I pass a fruit stand on the corner
Now entering, now leaving downtown
And I know that something just isn’t right
It always keeps me awake at night
A single visit so long ago
Where I lost the past, found who I am
where my dreams began

Back to california
Back to the place that is my own
Back to california
Back to where I belong
Back to where I belong

I’ll just bring my guitar
And a suitcase full of my dreams
It’s crazy, I’m throwing all I know away
But intuition’s never been wrong before
I think that I will run away
Got a chance to make my great escape
the life I know, I’m gonna leave it behind
I don’t want a chance at a normal life
Gotta make it now cause this one’s mine
My flight departs at 7:14

Back to california
Back to the place I call my home
Back to california
Back to where i belong
Back to where I belong

[SCAT! ]

Back to California [etc.]

The end.

Everything

A fictional poetic short story I dug out of a notebook from a year or two ago.

The fragile world came tumbling down
Coming down around her
all the perfection
all of it meant nothing
All she thought was everything
Had finally flown away
When her little world was gone
What did she have left?
Her idea of perfection was gone
She shaped her life around it
the goal that flew higher and higher
farther out of reach
Until it was gone
Having nothing was everything
No astronomical expectations
She began to find herself
she found herself when everything was gone
She let herself be free
Nothing turned to joy
Nothing turned to life
She didn’t want to win
She didn’t even try
She wanted to lose
She wanted to be wrong
She was within her all along the way
She began to love her life
She took time to remember every moment
she became the person others wanted to be
and with

He didn’t se her before
He saw her lost in attaining impossible
He was the first to see her change
He thought he knew her before
There wasn’t much to know
but there was so much more
Than he could have even imagined
He became intrgues
He met a new girl
One he wanted to be around
and with

She saw him too
She would have never seen him before
But she discovered herself
She couldn’t lie to herself
She liked him
And he her
they found each other
Because sometimes in losing Everything
We find more than Everything
Was ever worth

I really like this one.

Grab your guitar and gather ’round the campfire… or fireplace at this time of year. It’s time for another song.

This one has some E-G#m7-A-B action going on.

I remember how your face was a smile when mine was a frown
I remember all my bad times and you turned them around
Every time I saw you was like a piece of heaven
And every perfect thing you did was sunshine in the rain

CHORUS
But there was never an “us” and there never will be
Doesn’t matter what we were supposed to be
All I want to remember now Is when there was you and me

You whispered in my ear and held on to me tight
God give me back the days when everything was right
You told me everything about you, how I turned your life around
I’m the one who set you free melted all the clouds
I remember sitting with you and staring at the moon
and you said that you’re in love with everything I do

But there was never an us and there never will be
Doesn’t matter what we were supposed to be
All I want to remember
All I can remember
There was never an us and there never will be
Doesn’t matter what We were supposed to be
All I want to remember now
Is when there was you and me

You and me
Here we are
There we were
Now here I am

A Stream of Consciousness

Creeping….
I’m rather feeling stalkerish right now, not cool.
Is it bad to friend request someone you’ve just met?
I’m rather feeling like such a fool.
But I did it; so now I can’t forget.

Thinking….
Look, I apologize if I’ve creeped you out.
Just hit ignore and I’ll go on with my life
Or be nice and accept to relieve my doubt.
Was I melodramatic? Or do you really think I’m nice?

Waiting…
Okay so what I cracked a note
And you laughed at me.
I get the feeling you have my friends’ vote.
Do I have yours? I guess I’ll wait and see.

Better Than This

Yes that’s right, it’s time for another song.

I’m taking a chance on freedom
And I’m trying to let go
I tired of all your reasons
And I’m sick of all your lies

So I’m trying to find a reason
Why I let you treat me this way
Because I’m better than this
Oh I am better than this

Oooh Oooh Oh Oh

You told me you are perfect
Now it’s perfectly clear
There ain’t no such thing as perfection
I’ve got news for you, dear

Don’t try to apologize
Because I’m sick of your “sorries”
They’re worth as much as you are
Which ain’t nothing much at all

So I’m trying to find a reason
Why I let you get the best of me
Because I’m better than this
Oh I am better than this

Oooh Ooh oh oh

They say that love is blind
Because it gouged out both my eyes
I couldn’t see through your facade
I couldn’t tell everything was wrong

Now I’m taking a stand
I’m making my demands
You’re doing this my way
And my way is you on the highway

There’s no logical reason
Why I let let you trample on me
Because I’m better than this
I am better than this

I am better than this
I am better than this

The Box: Part 2

I waited, my eyes still fixed on the blank wall.  I got up, and briskly, purposefully walked across the café and out the door.  I looked right and saw Rob a hundred feet off walking quickly and determinedly away.  I walked toward him.  I broke into a run.  Rob looked behind him as he heard my footsteps, and looked immediately away.  He began to walk faster.

“Rob!” I shouted to him. Finally he stopped, but didn’t turn to face me.

“Rob I have to tell you something before you do this.”

He turned around. “Just say it Storm.”

“I’ll probably regret this but…” another car passed, I heard a bird singing from the tree across the street.

“Storm I don’t have time for this.”  He turned away from me again and continued on his way down the sidewalk.

“Rob,” I shouted, “I just wanted to say… that I love you.”

He stopped.  He reached into his pocket and retrieved the box, still facing away from me.  He held it for a moment.   He threw the box onto the street, kicked it into the storm drain, and turned around to face me.

The Box

I clutched my cup of coffee with both hands as he spoke.

“Storm, I have to show you something.”  He reached into the pocket of his jacket, and from it pulled a small, black, velvet box.  He placed it on the table and held it much like I held my coffee.  He looked down at the box for a moment.  Finally, Rob opened the box and showed its contents to me.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

He placed it on my side of the table and I picked up the silver silk-lined box.  The delicate gold band inside was intricately engraved with small diamonds all around it.  A large clear stone protruded from the top.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll love it.”  I gave my most sincere smile as I closed the box and pushed it back across the table.  “You really think Caroline is the one?”

He nodded. “I’m pretty sure.”  Rob traced the box with his finger.  And then half-heartedly, “I love her.”

“So… when are you going to pop the question?”

“Tonight.” It was 4:37.  “I’m taking her out to dinner.”

I pushed my hair behind my ear.  “You don’t sound as if you’re completely into this.”

Rob clutched the box until his knuckles turned white. “I’m just nervous, okay?  This isn’t some minor thing I’m talking about. This is the rest of my life at stake.  You don’t know what I’m going through.”

“Why are you wound up all of a sudden?  Do you think she’s going to turn you down?  Anyone who sees her with you… It’s undeniable that she’s madly in love, Rob.”

“I know that, Storm.  It’s just a lot to have to think about.”  He released the box.  We both looked at the little hinged container sitting between us.  I reached out and touched it.

“Look, Storm.  I really need to go and get ready now.”  He snatched the box away from me and stuffed it into the pocket from whence it came and started to stand up.

“Wait.” He sat back down.

“What?!”

I took a deep breath.  “Just… Good luck.”

Rob gave me a curt nod and got up to leave the small café.  I stared at the wall as I heard his footsteps move away from me, toward his future.  I heard him stop and pull open the front door handle.  A car passed outside as he paused with it open.  He stepped outside and began to make his way down the sidewalk as the door gently swung shut again.

To be continued…

Reminisce.

March 2009:

The applause died down as he walked onto the stage.  I was expected something decent, quite honestly.  I’d heard him sing before, and even before that, I’d heard him play guitar.  That was when I fell for him. Stupid, stupid me. I took a deep breath and prepared myself while he fiddled with the microphone and put on his guitar.  Finally he was ready and began.

His voice sounded whiny, like himself.  Free Falling by Tom Petty, a classic.  Destroyed by mediocre musician.  “I’m a bad boy, cause I don’t even miss her. I’m a bad boy, for breaking her heart. But now I’m free falling,” he sang.  I felt the fury rush up in me as I swear I saw a smirk on his face.  What an ass.  It probably meant nothing to him, but to me it meant so much.

An hour later I waited for my turn. I could do this. I’d played my song a million times.  As I was about to walk on stage with my song and my guitar I looked down. There he was holding her.  I panicked.  I wasn’t even supposed to be here. I was supposed to be in the background playing guitar for someone else.  Here I was about to sing something I didn’t believe in the least.  About him.  No, not about him.  About someone who never existed. Someone decent, kind. A musician.  Those two just don’t go together.  A total oxymoron.

No, I’m the moron for making myself believe it.