A Problem of More Than Math

i've got to ask
your life moves so fast
do you ever look around
to see what's going on

and i've got to know
because my life moves so slowly
will you ever turn around
and realize that i'm gone

i can't keep up with you
you won't keep pace with me
i guess this is one of those cases
where we'll have to agree to disagree

but for this one moment
train A has met train B
and though it's only ephemerally
i have you, and you have me

The Middle

it's one or the other
the middle's no fun
let's either progress
or this relationship's done

i'm already impatient
and i've waited enough
a long distance love
is already too tough

so one or the other
i'm letting you choose
either keep me in your life
or please let me loose

deja vu

and what if this summer infatuation
goes, and i realize that's all it was?
this season has always been one of
restlessness, boredom, and lust.

skype

it'd be nice to see your face again,
but if you won't show it, that's okay too;
sometimes i just need a reminder
of why i do what i do.

it'd be nice to hear your voice,
but if you won't speak, that's okay too;
just don't blame me if my feelings falter
and lose their grasp on you.

distance

you're a few hundred miles away
and not just physically;
i cling to the momentary relief
i experience when you text me.

'out of sight, out of mind',
in this situation, does not apply.
the thoughts of you that fill my head
reinforce you can't be mine.

Inevitable

you're much too far
and much too busy
to be the one for me,

and yet i still
hang on to you
knowing this can't be.

everyday, my mind
reminds me that
this relationship's a joke;

so is it bad
that silly me
still can't help but hope?

This One's Actually for You.

is it selfish of me to say
that i miss you terribly
when i was the one to make you cry
by absolving you of me?

i was too unfair to you.
i figured i had no other choice,
but my heart has the slightest ache
knowing i will no longer hear your voice,

and i hope you find someone better -
not just better - you deserve the best.
she'll be nicer, and cuter,
and allow her emotions to invest
in the relationship and in you.
when you're with her, you won't feel pressed
to force conversation or force a smile,
and at night, you could actually rest.

i'm sorry i could never say 'i love you',
though you said it every night;
i'm sorry i couldn't be the one
forever by your side;
i'm sorry i could never say 'i love you'
but i didn't want to pretend;
i'm sorry i could only hold your hand
when you told me you didn't want this to end.

and i hope you move on as fast as you can -
don't sulk about me for too long - i'm not worth it.
and i hope you'll be able to open up to others,
because i know you have trouble with it.
and i hope in the near future, you'll finally choose
to talk to me, but if not, that's fair.

but enough apologies, and enough with the hopes -
thank you for the love
and for being there.

Quite the Quest

A pretty damsel of an elf
Sat by the river's shore.
When I asked her for a dance,
She said I was a bore.

I then decided to drown myself
In spirits and my tears,
When suddenly, a pretty lass
Interrupted my tenth beer.

"Oh heroic lad," she promptly said,
Her lips quivering in fear,
"Please save my sister from the orcs!
They've kidnapped her from here!"

And so I went, sword in hand,
And a lack of patience,
And when I reached the orcs' great lair,
I bellowed out a declaration:

"Mister, missus, all you orcs,
Give back that lady's sister!"
But they regarded all my manly words
As nothing greater than a whisper.

And so I cut off all their heads,
And when they were all beaten,
I found the tavern lady's sister,
But alas, she was quite eaten.

A tear nearly rolled down my cheek,
Before I noticed more -
'Twas the pretty damsel elf
From the river's shore.

Left Behind

leave your love
and come with me
we seem to click so well

on the other hand
your lover boy
can barely even spell

leave your boy
and come with me
i swear i'm twice the man

i can draw
i know my math
i do everything he can

but no
you stay
as i pine away
and all that i can do
is imagine life
if instead i were the one with you

Unfit

i write you a song, a poem, a story
you reply with one word
frankly, you bore me

how can you even think yourself satiating
when our conversations
are far from stimulating

you're a waste of wit
you don't reciprocate my humor
even one little bit

thus, i must
deem you unfit
as an audience, muse,
significant other,

but i suppose you can stay
a physical lover.

/confetti

you conjure in me so many urges
such as the desire to just throw confetti
you make my face contort like spongebob's
when he cries with eagerness that he's ready

i swear these feelings are against my will
as if cupid shot me against my wishes
because though i salivate at the sight of pudding
i find your scent even more delicious

it's unhealthy, a sickness, and a curse i'm sure
as if a love potion were slipped into my drink
because though yesterday, i had carefree thoughts,
today you're all i can see whenever i think

spare change

the other day you gave me
a penny for my thoughts.

i slipped it into my piggy bank,
then went to four hundred
and ninety-nine others,
thought out loud,
and hustled them each out of a penny.

before i continue,
i'd like to apologize.
i wanted to buy you
a five dollar word
(you need to build
up your vocabulary),
but did not realize
they charged tax.

so instead,
i got these on sale:
i, love, and you.

i even had leftover change.
penny for your thoughts?

thirsty

all out of juice
and none in the fridge -
just troubled water
still over the bridge.
can't find the words,
and can't find the soul
to confess to you
what you already know.

spool

the present is like a needle's eye
as our threadlike life slips it by
we can sew down our memories
but the toughest seams snap eventually

people come, then people go
an ephemeral meeting, inevitably
so before you leave i want you to know
this time with you means forever to me.

So.

So, judging by the way this blog is going, I think trying to force myself to write a poem every day is more counterproductive than productive. :/ Because most of these are just bullshit now. T-T

So, I think I should revoke my resolution. :/ I'm such a bad person.

But I'll just post when I actually get the inspiration to write a non half-assed poem.

make up

to atone,
i need toner.
to repent,
i have spent
quite a lot
on this make up -
i've made an appointment
to put ointment
on this itch
of a bitch fight.
it's quite a terrible sight,
and i know what to do.
to make it less ugly,
we need some make up on you.
so let's make up, okay?

wow.

i missed it TWICE. for the first time! i'm getting worse at this. i guess resolution broken. X_X this is super tiring.

a shoe and a purse
and door and a nurse
i'm quite getting worse
been lapped by the first.

aiyo

i missed it again. this time, i was playing LoL. ]:

clock strikes 12
and just like cinderella
i notice a bit too late
a minute too long a wait
and so i rush
and rush
and rush

well, similarly,
at least i know i'll also get
a happily ever after, right?

shutter

shutter lens
the clicking sends
shudders up my spine
with this photo
your captured moment
forever will be mine

gorgeous

looks at those gorgeous eyes
those luscious lips
of eyebrow lifts
and collagen
that make the men
so shy and shifty
ain't it nifty?
it's quite for me,
oh plastic surgery.