No Expression

why is it every time i open my mouth
nothing comes out
do i not have control over myself?
my body wants one thing
and my mind another
too many feelings i feel
fear clouds everything i know and love
so it controls me, until i can control it
fear is my enemy and it shall one day fall
and on that day, my voice shall be heard

Cages

signs on the wrong side of the road

yet it feels right on target

i suffer and feel the need to cry

but my body produces no tears

a car on a single endless road

and i know where it is going

the dark spotted sky begins to rip away in pieces

so i can see what there truly is

and what i see i haven't before

and it calms and comforts me

It Wouldn't Hurt, I Guess Not

is anything wrong? or does it all have a meaning that gives the "action" justification. for what i wish to do, i feel no regret or bad feelings about, does that make me inhuman, or just prove that i am human? does it ruin the relevance of these questions if i really don't care what the answer is, cause i don't.


i want to pick things up and throw them back twice as hard. say things to her face to make her cry. i wish to make her feel like shit, give her a taste of her own medicine. i want to push her in front of a moving bus to see if they can stop in time. i want to break her. load so much wait on her back and watch while she crumbles from the weight. i want to push her off a cliff to see how she screams on the way down. point a gun to her face to see what face she will then make, see if she begs for her life, as grand as it may be. i want to rip her tongue out so she may never utter another word of complaint.


and yet, i cannot find the strength to do any of it. my weaknesses stop me from a confrontation, it will never allow me to follow through, but there may be hope.

People are Simply People

people do things because that's what they know, its what they are comfortable with. just because it doesn't suit you doesn't mean that it doesn't suit them.

people are all different, and therefore express themselves differently. not everyone is going to do it the exact same way, where is the fun in that?

why do people do what they do? no one can be sure, but why do writers write, why do singers sing and write lyrics, why do poets write poetry. its what they know, its what they like.

you may say hidden, but for them its right out in the open and you just don't get it. hidden is what you know, hiding behind what you have, pushing it in our faces for us to choke on. the moment may pass, but people remember.

There is No Please

there are only so many ways

that people know how to do things

too bad we're not perfect like you

we move along in life best we can

with what we know and the funny thing is

we learn, we are always learning what works

and what doesn't, just because it works

for you doesn't mean that it will ever work

for us, for me, why you ask

well let me tell you

we, the people of this world

are ALL individuals and

we all have different thoughts

different ways that we do things

and those ways work for us

so here it is

stop bitching about everything that

doesn't work for you

cause its not all about you

and it never will be

What i Know

i have plenty of dirty little secrets, the real question is do you want to hear them? i encourage you to confess the truth.

i love the taste of metal

i want to do things for my friends to be nice but then dont cause you can only get so far with nice

i find that female singers are hot

i hate writing with pencils

it bugs the hell out of me when people forget to turn their blinker off

i agologize too much

i really dont like dogs

i like to chew on things, whether they have been on the ground or not

the smell of where my grandparents live is wonderful

people dont listen to my advice or my guidence and it pisses me off cause i often know what im talking about

i think that i would be a club rat if i had the chance to go to one, cause i like the atmosphere so much, minus the drinking

i think that doing drugs and alcohol is one of the dumbest things you can do

the smell of the soap in my kitchen is really good

singing at the top of my lungs in my car alone is one of the best stress/anger reliever for me

i would do most anything for my friends at anytime that i know who would return the favor

i hate large amounts of bass

i hate mowing the lawn with a burning passion

i want to be in a ship wreck

it would be a miricle for me if i was stranded on an island or in the wild

i love winter and the snow that comes with it

i really hate soggy ceral cereal

i had to look up how to spell cereal

i always have to be doing something

space is confusing

stars shine for no one, they do it because they know nothing else

im an extremly destructive person, but have learned to somewhat control it

my shoulders are double jointed

i find myself slightly insane

i would much rather live in a world of darkness

i hate electric/computer cords

i love talking to people

i have always liked to sing

i would much rather live in either 2000 bc, 500 bc, 100 bc, 55 bc, or 600 ad

i love history with a passion

i have a great memory and do remember random things

i want to start a forest fire and get away with iti hate having chapped lips, cause the i pick at them

i like to pick scabs

i dont really like being tan

i only like tha juice of salsa

i like to argue

Thick Webs

why is it i look for answers

answers that i don't want to hear

what good may come of it

none, just pain that torments me

cannot let it get to me

must block it out

must care not of it

look past it

it, they mean nothing

Voice in the Dark

trees sing during the rising of the moon

concealed by the mask of darkness

their songs flow over the hills and create life

they awaken those that were sleeping

and put those to sleep that have little time

see them you cannot for the night is dark

and the moon has but only a faint glow

Handless Clocks

why is it people must always have an answer?
does it make them "warm and fuzzy"
does it comfort them while they lay asleep at night
is not knowing so wrong
why must we resort to making things up
to allow those who want answers to be able to sleep
voids in knowledge does not show weakness
needing to fill the gaps does

Weakening Alphabet

is it possible to feel nothing
no pain, no feelings
what would the point of living be
if there isn't anything in it to live for
what is blank or nothingness
does it mean there is nothing there
how can that be if there is always something there
something that occupies the place
yet pain is present for a reason
it keeps us alive continues the ticking
makes life more of a challenge
regulates the bliss, it is balance
if it can exist

Hidden Letters

a word slips from a mans mouth

a woman falls to her death

a butterfly flutters from flower to flower

a typhoon destroys the southern coast of Japan

someone answers their cell phone

a building falls in India killing thousands

a single tree is cut down in the rain forest

gas prices go up 10 cents

what does it all mean?

together it means nothing

yet pull it apart and you may find a reason

Running Numbers

how willing are you to dig?
might not be a hole,
but something of greater magnitude,
yet you must be cautious

for every shovel-full of knowledge
that you unearth you have to sacrifice

a part of you,
to show them you want it
how deep are you willing to go?
how bad do you want their trust?
yet the deeper you go

the more rocks you come across
making it harder to continue
until one day they push the dirt back in
covering the hole with you in it
trapped alive and no air
you suffer as you try and breathe
but dirt fills up your lungs and your heart stops
your blood thickens and you start to rot
was it worth it?

A Bit of Me

i hate when people don't drive the speed limit or don't use their blinkers

it drives me crazy when people ask me the same question over and over again

i'd rather drink anything from a mug than a cup

it tares me apart to be late to a movie

why can people just turn the off, is it really that hard?

i strongly dislike when people ruin a movie for me

i hate the military and the government

i have to finish a song, cant cut it short

the bark of a dog is one of the worst sounds to my ears

driving in Seattle literally makes me crazy and i cant handle it unless people calm me down

feet are one of the nastiest things known to man

i like talking to strangers but not in person

waking up in a confusing daze is the best way to wake up

hugging the wall while you sleep is the only way to go

i obsess over things and its going to kill me

foreign languages are a passion music feeds my mind and heals my body

i care what people think, its a curse and cant help it, wish i could

if i didn't care about other's feeling getting hurt, i would be an asshole

im protective about my things

my eyes water when other's do on TV

i would live in the middle of nowhere if i didn't need people

i wish i could right a novel about anything

i think about things too much

my pinky toe is worthless and doesn't even touch the ground

drama should be left on the dumb TV shows

if you want something done right, then you should always do it yourself

most people cant be trusted

snakes are the definition of evil

i could be allergic to bees but i cant be sure, Ive never been stung

sometimes i wish that i was in critical care at the hospital to see who would come

we live in the present for a reason, leave the past alone

one of the smartest things to say is "i don't know"

the world is in control by one thing and cant be taken over, money

shall is one of my favorite words to use

i often wish that i could do to another land or even time

you shouldn't hate life, just the people who fuck it up for you

i wish i could be in someone elses body for one day to see what its like

I'm not a babysitter, take care of yourself

i hate the stale heat

i hate attention whores, even if they have family/self issues

i wish i could sing well

saying no to people is one of the hardest things to do for me

running isn't going to heal the wounds, just make them deeper

i wish i could be at least as half as smart as House

i like to teach people and explain things to them

i love the feeling of summer

i would love to play the piano, or any instrument that suits my fancy, but i lack motivation

thunder storms are orgasms

the smell of fresh rain is pure bliss

the world would be in "peace" if religion didn't exist

i hate having greesy/dirty hair

i hate hugely fat people, kids are even worse

i sometimes wish i would become famous for a random reason

the idea of infinity scares me

i think the government is hidding the cure for cancer and AIDS for population control

i think it would be hot to get caught jacking off by a complete stranger

i don't find black people attractive

if you don't want to be called a name, don't act like what you are being called

i can't spell and i don't care

i want to get in a plane crash and be the only survivor

the world would be better if stupid people weren't in it

there is no point in being racist

i wish i could kiss someone in the rain in the middle of the road

i hope for a natural disaster to happen in my area to experience it

this country's school system is failing, stupid people are proof

i don't like little kids because i don't know how to talk to them

i hate when people baby their children, and baby talk is useless

I'm slightly scared to try new things

I'm scared of heights because i imagine falling to my death

i love the rush of taking off in an airplane

i sometimes wish people would push me to do things

eyes and trees are fantastic and I'm obsessed with them both

that soccer picture fucked up my placing, it was a bad picture

i say " i forgot to do it" when i really just don't want to do something

technology will be the death of all of us, and robots are fucking scary

i want to get back together with someone by giving them a song to listen to

potatoes are the best vegetable, its versatile

I'm highly attracted to songs with piano in them

celebrity magazines are the dumbest thing ever, they are just people too

i try to please people too often

the smell fresh cut grass is awesome, along with gasoline and snowmobile exhaust

the sound of silence is eerie and bliss

my eyes tear up every time i yawn

green is in me and I'm in blue

my mouth waters when i see blood

Those We Care About

in the hours of morning
i sit here and ponder
about the ways people are


every person is different
and therefore they have different thoughts
which would be expected


yet in life i see it as
a forming of two groups
well more specific, three


those that are in tune with everything
they continue life through harmonizing
its what they do, they are in focus with the world


related to them are the middle objectives
they walk and don't run
while feeling nonchalant about certain topics


while on the complete opposite
are ones who disregard everything
its golden to them, yet to us we see blinded


for that's what they are, blinded
they cannot see because of a certain anomaly
this which attracts them for reasons all differing


it is in these people we fight for
although they might be all together a lost cause
yet aren't lost causes the only ones worth fighting for


and in this it creates scepticism
on what to fight for in different eyes
yet it is nothing but expected


while the worried continue to worry
and the fighters continue to fight
the blinded shall remain blinded as long as they "see" nothing of it


find a reason for them and they shoot it down
with confirmation that its false, to them
they want reasons to be what they are


they have no other knowing its what they think by
lies and deceit follow to make things worse
and yet we fight

Always and Forever

hours on end can we converse

never can or shall it halt

together we follow the

same road that leads to

different destinations for us both

minds alike and thoughts different

we grow as one and

further on we shall forever walk

Licht in der Nacht

draws closer it does

with the wind at its will

it rips across mountains

and looms high over plains

the wind whispers messages

of secret into our ears

as our eyes are fixated

upon the vast sky

becoming day for mere

moments in time

they travel swift and brief

hiding from the darkness

that is layered upon all

illumination gathers together

to patrol the hidden valleys

that hide themselves under

the all encompassing night

mountains appear and vanish

before our very eyes

taking only moments in time

to become lost once again