Day Two

This one I don't really like as much. I don't know, it just feels really unrefined or something. Oh well. It's called Sisyphus, and here it is.

 No matter what I do, I just can’t win.

Your heart’s locked up tight when I try to get in,

but you sit ready at the door with a key for him.

It’s that soccer player running around your mind

you’re giving him your heart already while you step on mine

while I stand right here at the front of the line

and try to run away, put my head down and work out my life.

-

 You see, I’ll never be that guy that you lust for,

but you don’t know that I am the guy to sweep your feet off the floor.

But instead, I sit and watch as you drool on the floor,

which, I must admit, I’ve done once or twice before

(or maybe more)

But, still I wish that I was that guy,

that I could steal your heart and make you stare

just by walking by.

 The only difference between this and a nightmare

is that when you wake up, it’s over;

But my only escape from this is to not be sober,

Which I plan to stay,

But can you really blame me for wanting this to go another way?

I wanted to still hope one day,

That I could hear you say

“boyfriend”

And be referring to me.

 But, I hope I don’t have to wait too long

Because I can’t keep running around humming that damn song

Because now “when I see your face”

Half of me wants to puke

Because it’s sick of how my heart gets blended by you.

If you haven’t been paying attention, every poem’s about you.

How you freeze me with a touch and thaw me out with a smile;

If thoughts of you were gasoline, girl, I could go two thousand miles.

 But the other half?

Well, he’s a romantic.

He keeps going, hoping it’ll be alright.

But he’s just a scared, little kid staring at his night-light,

Just hoping, praying and wishing that it doesn’t go out

So he can have this thing called sleep that everyone keeps talking about.

Both halves just want peace,

That’s all, no more.

But they’ve run out of patience,

They don’t want to wait anymore.

Embarrassment

It's been a long time. But I'm back. So, here's the deal, guys. I'll post one of my poems every day this week. I won't fill up the entire week, but who cares? I'll start with this one that, as of right now, still has no title. If you have any ideas, feel free to comment them. Here goes nothing...


I  look around
and see fire falling from the sky
ash descending on entire families
well, there goes another pretentious start to a poem.
I look again.
I see Fear and Anger dancing a passionate tango
and staring at me ravenously.
They haven't eaten in weeks.
I see… a squirrel. 
How the hell did a squirrel get in here?
Then, I finally start listening
and I hear you laugh. 
You've been here for years,
except in your version I haven't shown up yet.
I take your hand as we walk back the way I came.
Love and Hope walk on the dance floor and dance, smiling at us.
Ideas and thoughts bounce around and collide in explosions
of color and inspiration
and you sit back and watch like it's the 4th of July. 
I try to say something, but so many words hit me at once
that I end up saying nothing.
But you love it this way,
because it means that I can just hold you 
and enjoy the fireworks. 
These fireworks are never here;
they came just to put on a show for you.
I love you and I never want to leave--
(alarm goes off)
but I knew I'd have to wake up eventually