Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Faking Ignorance

I know exactly what I'm doing here
Though I'm pretending that I don't at all
I'm faking my way through this life with cheer
In front of you I fake and then I fall
If maybe I can let you know I know
That ignorance I show hides lies that call
For me to go be on some other show
What I know of me I choose not to share
I fear I know all of unpleasant truths
Of which I do not want to let you care
My mystery is for protecting youths
I cannot let you come to look inside
My memory lives but it fails to sooth
For all my lies give me reasons to hide

Fight to Prevent

Fighting is prevention.
That's when it's right.

When you end it before it begins,
That's a reason to start a fight.

Once it has started, then it becomes pointless,
Defense is contradictory, like a flower in constant night.

You fight back for peace, destroy to stop destruction,
Doesn't that sound wrong? Like an owl in the light.

When war is declared
All are scared
We become impaired
Without the thoughts we shared
Even though we once cared
Since we feel scared
We leave prepared
To fix what teared
By fighting others' who are scared?

Or maybe we're angry,
But that's just just to hide.

Hide our reasons,
And our fear inside.

If we fight to prevent, before anything even starts,
It might be over quick, though our actions won't be justified.

Taking full control, creating all tension as our own,
Like a rope pulled tight, we'll decide when it gets cut and tied.


Everywhere you go,
There is violence.
It just goes to show,
Our level of compliance.

It'll never stop,
No matter how hard we try.
We need to first be on top,
Then our efforts wouldn't turn shy.

We're all so small,
Maybe someone important and big,
Who should we call,
To fix this rig?

Which god can do it?
Whose is the best?
We must find this fit,
It will become our quest.

First we must agree,
Who rules over us.
But no one will see,
Anyone else's thesis.

We're doomed to keep debating,
As the times get worse.
All that will work is waiting,
Surviving through this curse.

It's just the cycle of behavior,
It's will turn with the earth.
When we decide on a savior,
We'll discover how little we're worth.

Violence will pass the times,
It just goes to show,
Cycles have mimes,
Everywhere you go.


Laying here awake.
Restless and absent minded.
Waiting for sleep to overtake.
Laying here awake.
Then my mind is what will suddenly wake.
Once the idea of sleep is blinded.
And ideas will morph into ones that make me shake.
And it my body in the sheets that will become binded.

Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
As the filter on my mind vanishes to candle is lit.
That then displays the shadows hidden in the night.
Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
The candle newly lit shines so bright.
As the exposed shadows turn my stomachs pit.
These flickering thoughts generate fright.
To the dancing shadow they are a fit.

Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
There's no alternative, I have no choice.
Asleep or death are the states that call.
Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
These shadows might just steal it all.
As I fall I discover there is a voice.
Coming from the shadows reflected on the wall.
Either state I'm drifting to I won't rejoice.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


There's a reason what's ideal isn't real.

What's ideal is simply an opinion,
It changes with each mind.
If everyone got their ideal,
It's chaos we would find.
No happy solutions,
No end to all wrong,
Not everyone does what's right,
Everyone hums a different song.
For those who claim to know it all,
They really believe they're right,
Don't blame them for their final solutions,
Because what they don't understand ,
Is what's right by others,
Can be as different as oppositions of a fight.
Everyone thinks their way will work,
They'll fix everything in the world,
This crazy and corrupt place?
Opinions are swirled.
We can try for ideals,
It will result in many defeats,
Now let's realize what I'm preeching,
Before history repeats.
Just go with the flow,
Don't push to far,
You can fight for what you believe,
But don't make it bizarre.
Because you can't change the world,
Everything is fine,
We have problems all over,
But this is the cycle that continues to wind.
Ideal is impossible,
To achieve as real,
Just float with the breeze.
Is it twisted that this is my ideal?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Competition [villanelle poem]

Life these days is way too competitive,
There is never room to loosen up and let it flow,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

This competition is making lives so repetitive,
Practice makes perfect, perfection wins a show,
Life these days is way too competitive.

Life these days is way too competitive,
Intelligence isn't measured by what you know,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

This competition is making lives so repetitive,
Everything's measured by memorization for a show,
Life these days is way too competitive.

Life these days is way too competitive,
It's too easy to get behind and below,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

All these competition judges need to take a sedative,
And those competitors just need to let go,
Life these days is way too competitive,
This competition is making lives so repetitive.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Every Child

Every child is born with a different talent,
Depending on how the child's raised it will develop.
Some grow and improve at a healthy rate,
But some get lost in their parents tyranny.

I've explored all my options,
Maxed out all possibilities,
Every attempt was shot down,
I exploited my failures trying to uncover my talent,
But I've learned,
I have no talent.

My parents are no tyranny,
They never beat me, or anything close,
They've always supported me, helped me, and loved me,
So it must be me,
I must not of started with a talent.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


It proves to be hereditary
Not my problem, I don't suffer alone
My family is clumsy as well
It is accidents to which we are prone
Tripping and falling leaves cuts and bruises
Bumps and break, it's a wonder we're already dead
With every step and slip our family loses
We're no taken yet though, we're not who fate chooses
If we die, it's our accident that fate uses
It's are healing power that tempting fate abuses


You're living in a delusion.
Everything's contorted in this fusion,
All of it comes to form this allusion,
Here to give you this illusion.
Will real life come be an intrusion?
Will the impact cause a contusion?
It might seem to be an awful protrusion,
Pretend your world's making an extrusion,
But you do have to make this diffusion,
In order to make it to the conclusion,
Though pulled fresh from your world of delusion,
You're sure to be subject to massive confusion.

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

--Gary Jules
--Tears For Fears

Monday, April 6, 2009


I can't help but wonder what I would have been like,
If this didn't weigh me down, like I've always believed.
How great could I be? Or do I need this as my crutch?
To which I blame my failures on, and blame how I'm perceived?

I often wonder what I would have been like,
If this didn't give my failures repetition.
Would I be better? Whoever could I beat?
Because now I'm at the bottom of every competition.

If I was born under different blood,
Would I not have this burden?
I imagine that would be nice,
But would I be a complete different person?

Or is it something I did, something I caused,
An accident? A fall? Or a developmental lapse?
Doctor's can't tell, they lose credibility,
Or was something done in my head during one of my naps.

Would it even make a difference? Would I be better without it?
Was I destined for this so I'd have a chance?
Is it my savior from myself in disguise?
Or is it just the reason that I can't dance?

Wish to Sleep

Back and forth, here and there,
I just can't stop bouncing everywhere.

Like an pinball game I never stop,
Ricocheting off walls to the top.

Reflected and refracted, I'm not in control,
I keep getting pushed by some other soul.

I never stop, I can't be put to rest,
I always wish to sleep, it'd be the best.

I'm in constant movement, like a rubber ball,
I'm getting motion sickness, I'm ready to fall.

Human Interaction

You need some human interaction,
Stop straying all alone,
You need to talk to someone,
Pick up a phone.

You're always the same,
Always by yourself,
No one to place the blame,
Find others to share your shame.

There's no one you see,
Just your reflection,
So that's whose blamed,
If you don't get perfection.

No one's ever around,
Just your shadow,
Following down on the ground,
Stalking without a sound.

You need to relax,
You take on too much,
Find a friend,
Or someone to use as a crutch.

Look in the mirror,
You aren't being healthy,
Look back at the mirror,
Do you see me clearer?

I am your reflection,
Staring back at you,
This is what I see,
I believe this is your issue.

Not to be a social attraction,
Or to give you perspective,
But to keep your own traction,
You need some human interaction.

Saturday, April 4, 2009


I love the way you make me feel; cooped up, sheltered; safe from you,
I hate the way you keep me here; restricted, imprisoned; away from you.
I love the booming power you display,
I hate the threat in everything you say.
I love your element of surprise,
I hate when you're unpredictable with lies.
I love the roaring voice you use,
I hate the thoughts it makes me lose.
I love this feeling when I hate you,
Maybe that's why I'm ceased to fear you.

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