Missing a Just

Always there,
But never near;
Always by,
But never here.

Do you want me on my knees?
Shall I cry a hiccuped please?

You're so selfish, picky, arrogant;
It's so obvious we were never meant
To be.

So please stop being there for me.

Mealtime!

Have you ever kissed the sky
On a gray and gloomy day?
Did you know it tastes the same
As the brightest day of may?

It's different when with you;
Though delicious when depressed,
You taste awfully better whenever
You're seasoned with happiness.

ARRRgh.

A pirate's life,
You live for sure,
And rarely do you
Land on shore,
But the times you have,
It's made me mad.
You never fail
To leave me sad.

You steal the air with which I breathe,
My locked up heart is what you thieve,
You heist the mask that disguises me,
Among several other acts of larceny.

And it's driving me crazy.

But If You Do, I Have Some Tissue

Cheer up - don't cry.
I know today you're feeling blue,
And though I don't know what is so bad,
Though I don't know what's bothering you -
Cheer up and don't cry.

Maybe you made a silly mistake
That has consequences not quite as silly?
Perhaps you hurt a person's feelings -
Since I know you'd never want to really.
Just maybe it was a pretty bad test
That you might have failed or just got a D?
Perhaps today you could not breathe
And felt imprisoned and far from free.

But though I know you want to frown,
I selfishly have to implore you to resist,
Because that will get me just as depressed
And your bright, cute smile is sorely missed.

So cheer up and don't cry,
Or I think I just might die.

Dream Maker

Stop it with the sweet talk;
I don't care for any sugar coats.
I don't want your thornless roses
Or flowered rhetoric bloomed on notes.
I don't want to hear your careless flirts
Which leave me with my heartbeats frail.
I don't want to hear your loving lies
That leave me nervous, weak, and pale.

Why again? Why so affected?
I've heard it from all the other men.
I know for sure you're just the same,
And I'd rather it never happen again.

Honestly, they're all just illusions -
Every one just a part of my fantasies;
So if you become my next delusion,

How will you take responsibility?

To Lend a Shoulder

Acceptance sits on his right shoulder;
Denial stands on his left, chest puffed.
Acceptance tells him what he knows,
Denial persuades that he's still loved.

He's so tired of saying, "please, come back",
And her apologies, he would rather never hear.
With each new sorry his heart turns more black,
And Denial more readily appears,
With his sadistic grin,
Telling him:
"There's still hope;
There's still a chance;
To regenerate
This dead romance."

And I think it could've been something to believe,
If he wasn't laughing so hysterically.

Fairy Fail

Dear fairy godmother,
I'm ready for my fairy tale.
Please get me, soon,
A handsome, knightly male.
Is it too much for me to be a wife,
Since I've only swept ashes all my life?
Please - I'm ready to lose my glassy shoe;
My fairy tale has long been due.

Dear missus witch,
Please cast a spell
So a prince can come,
Then make things well.
Fairy godmother's failed to show,
And you're the only other one I know
Who clearly has the powers to
Spark my fairy tale long since due.

Dear missus witch,
It was awfully unique
Of you to turn me into
A bird with no beak,
And though I am a sight
Hard for a prince to miss,
Where ever shall he
Ever kiss?

I Blame You

I think I'll lose every thing
I'm supposed to find;
I think I'll cross every line
That I should stay behind;
Because you're just worth
Every action that I should never do -
I'd do anything I could
If I could just reach out to you.

But no matter how I reach,
You're just beyond my fingertips.
What exactly do I have to do
To get you to read my lips

That say:
I think I'll kill every thing
I'm supposed to save;
I think I'll speak out all the secrets
I should take to my grave;
Because you're just worth
Every action that should never be -
I'd do anything I could
If I could get you to love me.

Analogy Spree

When... when you talk about other guys,
It feels like I'm a ninja spy
On an extremely important mission -
But just as it's about to be completed
A flurry of rhinos run over my tree
And I die, defeated.

Then, when you joke you hate me,
Though it's a joke, I feel like
A teacher who has to go to the restroom badly,
But when she finally makes it there
And closes the stall door
She ends up having to stare
At sharpie'd slander about herself.

But just one nice comment from you,
And my heart turns pink from blue,
Like a blue bird who has too many tomatoes
And cherries and lovers and turns rose
From all the hue and blush of them,
Or like a rainbow tired of frowning
Who finally decides to straighten up
Or maybe curve upward as its ends rise
And feels more worthy than all the gold
It has at its demise.

Um. Do you get what I'm trying to say?
Oh... no? Well, I supposed that's okay.
Well... just, sorry for the bad analogies.
But you must admit - they're better than Garvey's.

:D

I Hate You.

Andy, I hate you.
Stop lagging the screen.
I don't even see myself die.
It's awfully mean.

I could just phaseshift
To avoid your whole spell,
But along with that lag,
It just doesn't work well.

And so I end up angry
And screaming out, "Fuck!"
For ruining my game as Puck,
Andy, you fucking suck.

Well Plade

LemonADE!
LemonADE for sale!
You don't like it too yellow?
Then would you prefer
LimeADE! LimeADE for sale!
Only a nickel - oh!
You're quite a fickle doe -
You don't like it too sour?
Well, you won't even pucker with our
OrangeADE! OrangeADE for sal-

Are you kidding me?
You don't like it too sweet?
What're you doing at my booth
If you have such a bittertooth?
What I think is that you don't need ade,
But rather, aid, or to get laid,
Or a... a...

Oh. Is that what you wanted made?
You should've said that in the first place -
How could you be afraid
To ask for some of our delicious
SerenADE?

It's on me.

Too Close for Comfort

I love a big audience
at my feet;
To them I can perform
On pitch, on beat -
But when it's just you,
I can barely think;
When it's so close and personal
How can I sing?

Close and personal -
I can hardly breathe,
I can hardly hum,
And when you leave,
My lips are still numb,
My palms are still sweaty,
My throat is still parched,
My heartbeat still unsteady.

However, when you're gone,
Whether with myself or a crowd,
I can deliver just fine -
Quite clearly and proud.

Too bad all I've ever really wanted to do
Is sing a song just for you.

You Dork.

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a dork?
Except without those
Cute, clumsy actions?

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a nerd?
Except not nearly
Quite as smart.

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a geek?
Except you don't work
The clothes as well?

Oh - I haven't?
Then now's the time to tell.

You're a dork, nerd, geek -
Without any of their cuter qualities,
But despite your weirdness,
I may have the biggest oddity.
Despite all your faults,
And despite my lack thereof,
For some odd reason
You're still the one I love.

Pah. Who Needs Your Grass?

Golden blades
Are strewn about.
I rest upon them;
Some crunch under my weight;
Others scratch me.
I look above
And see a light at the end.
I roll over
And see some green at the end.
It may always be
On the other side,
But I am content
With where I lie.

You Take Too Long

Early to sleep, early to wake,
Makes a person
Wise, bright, and great.

Late to sleep, late to wake,
Is what you do -
But I'm willing to wait.

The Inside is Not Enough

They say beauty is just skin deep -
Only the inside really matters.
But a disfigured or a gorgeous woman?
Most would prefer the latter.

So though, personality wise,
I think I could match up to you,
I'd like to be more beautiful
On the outside too.

A nose job would be pretty nice;
Liposuction makes bigger chances;
Rhinoplasty's worth its price;
Breast augmentation creates romances.

Nowadays, I simply dream
Of being the one made for you.
With money and some plastic surgery,
My dream could finally come true.

I'd be more beautiful
On the outside too.

Lollipops

Today Leanna gave me a bag of lollipops.

I had a lot of fun with them.
Got to suck, lick, bite them.
Pretty sweet, but a little sticky.
But if you were to say they're icky.
It'd be a sign that you're picky.

But though each one was pretty small,
With so many, I had a ball.

Feeling a Bit Sour.

A friend once said,
"When life gives you lemons,
Make lemonade."

But what if I don't have the ice?
Because I'm just not cool enough?
And what if I don't have the sugar?
Because life lacks that sweet touch?

The best I can do is lemon juice.

Time to Make My Point

To every murder, there is
A mean, a method, and a motive.

I've been planning this out
While trying to look passive,
And I know it's worked because
You don't seem to suspect a thing.
My mean, I think, should be
Classy and unexpected for killing.
Like maybe a really sharp pencil
With which to gouge out your eyes.
My method is to get you a little tipsy
Then stab you until you cannot rise.

But what of my motive? My reason of thirst?
Simply because it was my heart murdered first.

A Calculating Romance

Lust is like a quiz in math,
Inducing such an erroneous wrath;
Love is like a math test -
I really swear I try my best.
But I always seem to make mistakes,
Though I don't skip on double-checking,
And it's always, always the little things
That add up and ruin everything.

I mean, there are really many parallels.
There's subtraction involved,
Like his money from his wallet,
And problems are solved,
Like my empty stomach,
And derivatives related,
Like the downhill slope we encounter
Like any pair of star-crossed lovers ill-fated,
After passing our maximum extrema of the graph,
The point we reach right before
You leave me limited, wanting more,
And approach my love life's exit door.

The only difference is that
Though I don't mind failing love or lust,
Passing calculus is a must.

A/N: Stupid math homework. ): 6 more problems to go. t_t

Dying for You - Wait, No. Just Dead.

Pushing daisies,
Six feet under,
Melting hearts,
And souls asunder.

Never finding what I sought,
I feel my skin about to rot.
Cold and callous, love dismissed,
Your frosty words cause rigor mortis.

What does it matter if I have died?
It will not change how I behave.
Mark my words, my deadly dear,
I’ll love you from within the grave.

I'd Rather Shoot You, Than Shoot You a Smile

A tisket, a tusket,
Let me find a musket,
So I can shoot when you see me
Instead of smiling painfully.

A/N: I like that my title is half the length of my poem. :D

You're Such a Possum

My dog, Champ is mixed.
She's a Chihuahua and something else
That I really don't know;
But I've had her since she was a little puppy
And it's been a lot of fun watching her grow.

This morning she found a possum -
So she's very useful too -
But she can't help but bark at them,
So sorry she barked at you.

Replaceable

'Hold-off-able?'
That's laughable.
As if I'd let you
Hold off on me.

So what if you now have a new girl?
A new toy with which to play?
With whom you may just have your way?
So now I'm a back up?
The rebound?
The one who has to wait,
Just in case your highness
Might screw something up
Or decide she isn't fit your palate?
Well, have some more cheese with that whine,
Dear sir, for at this rate,
You'll be the one that's late,
Because you have to remember,
I'm not that patient or easy,
Whereas you are just easily hard.

'Hold-off-able?'
That's laughable.
You're the one
Who's replaceable.

Apology in Poem Form

I know I should write a poem daily but
I'm exhausted, weary, tired tonight,
So I'm going to cheat and call it a day
And write a better poem tomorrow, aite?

This daily poem thing is much harder than I thought.
Seems I get writer's block a lot.

Craving

fuego.
crunchy.
lemon.
sour.

lick.
consume.
bite.
devour.

To eat Takis
Is my current wish,
But I wouldn't mind you
As a side dish.

Wet Socks Make Me Angry

I like socks.
I really do - I'm not joking.
But what I really do not like
Is when they are soaking.

Squish squish squish -
Doesn't that annoy you?
It definitely annoys me especially
When it's also soaking the shoe.

Such a bother!
So infuriating!
What did I ever do
To deserve such a thing?
Who left that puddle on the floor?
Who decided to let it rain?
Whether my socks will get wet
Is something only I should ordain!

I like socks.
I really do - I swear.
I wear them everywhere.

I like socks.
It's something on
Which you can bet.

But please,
Just don't let
Them get
Fucking
Wet.

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A/N: Wow, writing a poem a day really makes one run out of things to say. *_* Thanks, Albert, for this lovely topic.

Gum

On days like this,

I like to chew gum,

Simply because

There’s nothing better to do.

On days like this,

I’d rather chew gum –

I mean, it’s better than

Thinking of you.

And I wish I could just blow up

Every memory of us I’ve got,

So like a bubble of gum

They simply could pop.

But the only thing that’s similar

To the gum I like to chew

Is that all I can think about

Is that sticky mess of you.

Albert, the King

“Answer swiftly”, said the queen
With quavering eyes, looking keen.
“Will you come, or will you not?
Will you fix what you have wrought?
Albert, dear, our kingdom lies
In a myriad of desperate cries –
Children scream, and widows weep.
How many more will Death reap?
The fault of this war lies in you,
And you know the right thing to do.”

And answered swiftly, said the king,
“Go away. I’m DotA-ing.”

My Raincoat

My paper airplane
Is flying through a sky blue wall.
What have I ever gained
From watching cloud blocks fall?

Water vapor
Crawls up on my skin;
Rain drops scatter
Dancing with the wind.

And I’ve wondered
For all these years;
And I’ll ponder
Until my sky clears;
But while it’s stormy
And while it’s still gray,
Could you be my raincoat
For one more day?

Sniffles and Sneezles

I am not in band, nor choir, nor orchestra,

But I must say, my elective is even greater,

Trumping even the cyclical beats of

A marimba with a calabash resonator.

Though generally quiet and generally calm,

As seasons vary, our class goes along,

For in times of pollen and California cold,

Our transformation is one to behold.

With the advent of bacteria jogging afloat,

We become a nuanced nation nodding with notes.

The coughing chorus begins its lines:

Hitting highs with sniffles and sneezes,

Wet wheezes and whines,

And blessings from the father of Jesus.

Hocus, pocus, focused mucus;

Phrygian phlegm;

Now and then, a muffled ‘ahem’.

The Riley administration must issue

A quota for the supply of tissue.

And so, still smart, though sick,

Children bring stacks

In bags of plastic.

And despite the bacteria running amuck,

Healthy bodies solely from luck,

The harmonious hacks from back to back;

This is my song: acadec.

What useless project am I up to now?

It's a new year. On new year's day, someone asked me what my resolution was. It was then I realized that I didn't have one.

That is, I didn't have one until today. I was sifting through old files (mostly dorky poems), when I recalled an old idea - to blog a poem a day. So I decided, why not try it? :)

I realize I'm 2 days off the new year, so I'll have three old poems up for today. Then I'll try writing a poem a day! I haven't gone on a poetry writing spree in a long time.