What I Do When I Should Be Taking Notes

Sam

He sat behind me in English class
So cute, rambunctious, bold, and brash
Poor me, I never even stood a chance
Like the waves to the sand
I crashed to my Sam.

His craftiness really was a work of art
I should’ve known right from the start
But his claws dug into my lonely heart
And a heart sang a song for Diane
Diane and her Sam.

Afraid of losing him, I went out against myself
Couldn’t bear to think of him with someone else
Of these feelings he knew, and he used it well
Like life gives all that it can
I gave it all to my Sam.

In darkness, my tongue was swollen
Without a goodbye, he left me broken
Without a kiss nor loving word spoken
Days, weeks, months did pass
I told no one of my Sam.

Yet the truth came flooding doubts
By gloating word of a vile mouth.
And all I loved did shut me out
None even tried to understand
What really happened between me and
That Sam.

Blue-Gray

There’s something so cruel
About that cold gray river
It’s mystifying and underlying
The bottom line is it’s unbearable
Thinking about my river
And the day your eyes
Were blue.

Air

I believe it was you with whom I sat
We listened to music and you told me that
Life was a game and not to fear the flame
Ignore the stares, but remember how to care
Just breathe, breathe in the air.

Life Imitates Art

If I were blessed with unhappiness
Your touch could take away the blue.
When I am cursed, I know the cure
Can be found sitting next to you

Your laugh must be witchcraft
For I’m captive to your smile
In your car under all the stars
You make the aches worthwhile

Life, they say, is not fair
I’ll have to agree with them there
And were life to imitate art
I’d paint me holding your heart.

Fire

You eat up all things in a greedy haste
Yet you have an appealing taste
For when I’m lost, cold, and scorned
I turn to you to keep me warm.

[Untitled]

Tragic, yes
For a child to understand
That their hero
In the end, is only a man

[Also Untitled]

Thinking again of
A star I swore I’d forget
I can’t help hoping.

[I was working on haikus in English class]

It is a life of
Laughter, tears, terror, and joy
And elusive love

The Lich King

The Lich King sits on his throne

And the hobgoblins surround

In darkness they do grow

Underneath the ground

Man has not seen but knows

Evil is all around.

When man is overthrown

The Lich King will astound

Hark! As the end is near

All children quake in fear

The horror is finally here.

To make the whole world kneel

But you won’t feel

-a thing

Your Hair

Blond.
And flips at the end.
Funny to feel this for a friend

Your eyes
Gone.
Those baby blues could never mend
The broken heart of just a friend.

If They’re Right

My friends say I’m perfect for you

It’s all just a joke, I don’t mind

My mother says I’m crazy ‘bout you

She knows nothing, so it’s fine

But at night when I’m in my room

I dream of the stars and stare at the moon

And maybe, just maybe, think of you

But I’m struggling with an internal fight

Cause I really don’t want them to be right.

Hippie Stuff

Incense, guitars,
Hendrix on stereo
Woodstock on the wall
A flower for your hair?

Helter skelter
Light my fire
Gimme shelter
I’m growing tired

Best Friends Forever

Silly me, how could I believe
All those years ever meant a thing?
I hate to tell you this but I hate them
Your new friends, so shallow and petty
To be honest, they’ve been rubbing off on you
Now I kinda don’t like you too.

Every time you ask, I hope he’s not coming
But he always is, so I find some excuse
Then I stop and think about how it used to be
You were still like this, only then I can see
The one who changed was me.

Rapture

Stars
Dancing cross the heavens

Cars
Blurring the two oh sevens

Don’t cry for the
Capture

It’s just
Rapture.

Get Out

Too many times

You’ve said goodbye

For good

Too many times

You’ve come back into my life

Get out!

You Don’t Know

You know why I smile every time you are near
You know why your voice is what I long to hear
I know it’s childish but what they say is true
Blondie, I’m crazy about you

[Mildly Sexual Untitled Poem]

You’re in and you’re out
And you’re going around the speed of light
You’re sweet and you’re kind
And you’re looking mighty fine tonight

I’m cold and distant
And my malicious behavior can spite
I’m tired of trying
And I’m going home alone tonight

Free Will

Sitting still the mannequin poses
And dreams of being a puppet
To move her arms to dance along
Instead of stillness everyday

[Another Untitled Poem]

Distance is what keeps the air
From catching aflame
Water cannot help it now
Then whole world’s ablaze

[Really Emo Kid Poem That I Wrote In CJ]
Rejected from the pack
The lone wolf goes its own way
And though I know its grim fate
I envy his freedom

Signs

Screams in the night
Looking for a fight
But by the break of day
The screaming goes away

I scream in my mind.
Can they see the signs?
Do they hear what I say?
And ignore it anyway?

e.e. cummings

Life laughter ­­– fall
love; The strangest of
Them all

Kills me – thrills me
yet when the day is done
I’m still (alone in:love)