I’m on my I touch right now at my parents house. but I’d be glad to share you one when I get back to my apt to my laptop. One of my older ones…I’ve kind of lost touch with writing good poetry lately I feel
I dreamt I fell
I dreamt I came back and went to hell
But I’m already there
So really I didn’t go anywhere
I dreamt of this guitar that I strummed
I dreamt I kidnapped but you didn’t come.
Held for ransom
But that still wasn’t enough to unite this tandem.
I played the instrument well
Top floor of the Marriott hotel.
I dreamt of the forest, trees, the bees
Beautiful women who don’t have to get on their knees, to get what they need.
I dreamt of blues and jazz
I dreamt of what my best friends neighbor has
I dreamt of food
Lots of food
I dreamt of this songs interlude.
I dreamt of dreams
Dreamt I wasn’t a fiend
I dreamt I didn’t have no foes
I dreamt of rainbows…united
All the battles had been fighted.
I dreamt I was no longer excited
About the future
Dreamt I could get off the computer.
I dreamt of you
Like what I would do if I could renew
My life
Back when I was still livin right
Livin wrong
When I could have had what I wanted all along
That’s all I remember…it was meant to be a hip hop song…I have it recorded somewhere. I have all diff types of poetry too but this one I remember, save a few lines. I’ll post some more later.
I could write down
all the things I
Never had but
the words bleed up and scatter
from the page
My hands were full
of gifts for you my heart
too quick to stay
my love longed
too short for you
a debt I could not pay
I never wanted us
to choke on this
for nevermore no hit
no miss
silence full
waters run dry
inside your ghost no comfort
no goodbye
This is how it happens
this is how it
always ends
I usually hate rhyming but this just came out that way 😛
Life’s like an old sock
Sometimes it smells but it’s comfortable
You get holes in it. But you still wear it
Until one day there are so many holes that you throw out that old sock and get a fresh new pair.
Little cats prowl through the dark of night,
A hoot owl hoots in the moonlight,
By the white of his back I can see a skunk,
On his way home staggers a drunk,
He drank to dream, drank to scheme,
But now a shame he can only seem.
The snake searches for his night time prey,
About which the wise old owl can only say,
I too have my night time business,
And if I need God’s forgiveness,
I’ll ask him why he made us this way.
I came across a man sitting
naked, bestial, in a desert,
In his hands he held his heart,
And he ate of it.
I said, “Friend, is that good?”
He said, "Ah, it is bitter, bitter,
but I like it.
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.