Not All Poems Have Words

Voice

Voice in my ear

Telling me how you’re trying hard

You’re way too near

Get out of my ear

Voice on my face

Asking if I’m mad at you and why

You’re too much on my case

Get out of my place

Voice in my nose

Smelling the sickening sweetness

Waiting for the next tissue blow

You can’t know, you can’t know

Voice in the strands of my hair

Tickling my scalp, fooling it

Looking good when I’m in a helpless flare

Why do I care anymore? Why do I care?

Voice behind my eyes

Fucking causing me a headache

Are these voices lies?

When I’m an idiot, I’m buying; I buy

Voice in my own songs

I have to find a way to exterminate the exterminator!

I may be wrong,

But in me you do not belong

Little Do You Know

Little do you know

That I still think you’re really cool

More than the status quo

When we talk my words are like tiny dancers

Trying to be graceful

With one worded answers

Little do you know, I do care

I still love you like a messy two year old running around in a diaper

With tangled hair

Little do you know I seesaw us like sisters

And when you're not around

It’s like I'm getting blisters

In me the two year old

Still wants to sit on your lap and leave with a French braid

You still have me sold

Little do you know that even though I am no longer two

And I cut my hair short

I'm secretly stuck like dried glue

Last time I saw you

You said that for a summer I had made you feel special

And I can’t believe that’s true

Because little did I know that I was nothing more

Than two

And was probably a bore

So before,

I become older than 18 just know that

I have a sensitive heart and nothing more

Underdogs

Hey now,

What happened to being proud of being an underdog?

What happened to wearing the pain like a badge of honor?

The only badge I’ll get to wear

Because I am not smart

I've just gotten really good at faking

And faking gets you nowhere

That’s why I'm now here,

In this damned place for public humiliation and I'm supposed to be grateful

Hey now,

Let’s bare our teeth

We make it by the skin of them

There's nothing quite like an artist’s pain,

The heart trying to leave the body through the throat

You know it’s bad when your own heart wants out

It rips itself from the chest

As if it were merely attacked with Velcro

Weak

Hey now,

We don’t play horribly safe

But risks and gambling are the only way we can live with ourselves

And we never fucking learn

Making the same mistakes

As if we were geniuses in our tattered shoes

We continue on living like we knew something else ought to happen

Fools is what we are

And we’re too damned stubborn to change our ways

Hey now,

Sometimes you get to taste the sea on your salty lips, 

And they can’t

This whole place is friggin rigged

Just deport me already

I know too much,

Of depression

Because I became so lonely

Without something, anything

Hey now,

Where are the others?

Now is our time to join

To stop the artists’ creative pain

And stupidity

Of thinking that writing, painting, drawing, singing, playing,

Is going to stop it

Like staying up late working overtime for free,

Is going to get you anywhere

Hey now,

There’s supposedly baseball stadiums full of you

Who stay home to avoid getting bullied

If adults think that your education is so important

Then why do they make you feel so bad?

Hypocrites!

Guys stay home,

The lessons they teach in school

Have only taught me to hate myself

Hey now,

Let’s not become our own bullies

Let’s just do something

Like raise hell

Gotta fuck up this world some more

Because apparently leaving without making a mark, isn’t good

But as underdogs

We are stuck wearing choke chains

And muzzles

Hey now,

Class E is a proud class

Full of assassins

Let’s be like them

Get disappointed

Then build yourself up

Don’t let brick walls stop you

Don’t let gravity get you down

And don’t let tornadoes twist and turn you into a hot mess

Hey now,

They don’t know our pain,

Of working hard for nothing But as underdogs we are the people that keep coming, we’re the people that live

They don’t know about the ghost

The ghost of good ‘ol Tom Joad 

Marble

Our time is 5:07

It's my heaven

Don't you ever doubt that you are my friend

Shall I make you say it again?

You know what I mean

Please spill the beans

I’ve heard that before but I don't know where

Sorry, but I don't dare

I can't hurt you, I won't sugarcoat it with extra fluff

You've already been hurt enough

I like writing misery, you like science

But 5:07 is our compliance

I refuse to lose my marble

This one is really garbled

Garbled and hard to understand, without a doubt

I like it when you freak out

It means you care

My tall teddy bear

Now you know that I can't even sneeze

And all you could say was, "oh jeez"

Oh but that guy, Brad

She's mad

To make her day

She wishes that certain people would get out of the way

She's befuddled

I'm befuddled

When she smiles

I sit back and watch for awhile

For you I will never stop

Until I'm at the top

That rock wall, for you I will climb

Because 5:07 is our time

Love Lyrics To A Finite Song

I miss you

But I have to study for midterms

I can't wait for this summer

You love my “burns”

Now I believe that you are true

I want to be with you

I'm in my messy room

It's my lazy Saturday

I need the warm for the fresh fruits to bloom

It feels like a dream that I'm with you

I want to be physically with you

We might not be seeing each other much

You want to party

Your hand, for you, I will touch

I want to hug you

More than cute wound never describe you

Now I am comfortable with you on my mind

We are very similar

I'm letting myself slowly go blind

I'm falling for you

I'm surprised I went back for you

I can smell you on my sweatshirt

You drive me crazy

In our pasts we've both have been hurt

Why am I still writing about you?

My head still decides to never stop thinking about you

Love lyrics to a finite song

Someday all of this might haunt me

I hope this lasts long

Me and you

Hair

I remember when I could run my fingers through my hair

And end up with a concerning amount of hair in my hand

Luckily I have thick hair so it wasn’t noticeable

I didn’t have much control

Over my body and what it was doing

And I felt frustrated over my hair

It turns out that when your body is worried about survival

It will neglect your hair and fingernails

I find it ironic that those two things will appear to grow after you’re dead

Anyways, I remember getting chubby cheeks

From steroids

And I felt ugly for not knowing who I was at 13

Then I grew my hair out really long

Since it seemed like the longer your hair was,

The cooler you were when it came to the strange rules of the popularity of high school girls

I grew my hair and started to feel as if I could hide behind it

As if I could hide my depression behind it and act like it didn’t exist

But I also remember how heavy with water it would get when I showered

So I had the idea of cutting it

Short

And decided to write my own rules for the popularity of misfits

And now my hair is getting longer

In a way I like it and in another I hate it

But what does a girl’s hair mean anyway?

Misfit

I am tired of being a misfit

Fitting in everywhere

But wandering from group to group

From the orchestra cult

To the theater people and the bookworms

To other misfits

Once one group or relationship ends

I move on to the next

Always crashing into new souls

I’m tired of it being this way

I am a nomad

But I’d like for some people to stick with me

I can never find a tribe

That I can call my life

Because part of my heart often belongs in multiple places at once

I sometimes get bored of people,

Outgrow them

No one seems to care enough to hold on as hard as I try

So I simply let them go and I carry on soul surfing

I should trying crashing hard into another one

Then maybe we’d get stuck like shards of glass you can’t live without

Don't Ever

Too good to be true

In the back of my head I knew

Do you really have a freshman crush?

You're still keeping hush

You're a chicken

You're heart is too alive and kick’n

You fall in love to easy

In my world it’s cold and breezy

You loved me

Please

Just tell me how come you don’t want me anymore?

I thought you wouldn't walk out the door

I see how you're just going to leave me like this

Without my first kiss

I was so ready

I won’t believe you if you ever ask me to go steady

Don’t you even dream about coming back!

Intelligence is what you lack

You're kissing a golden one goodbye!

I can’t wait for you to move in four months, I'm not going to lie

Broke my heart without even touching it

You need to teach yours how to heel and sit

I remember when I was still…

I was chewing the idea of you and I over and over like a sweet jolly rancher in my mouth

You're such a hot head you have to move south

Why don’t you just tell me?

Don’t break me slowly while you get to flee

That rumor I heard

It hurt, I now see you as a wimpy little turd

Do you want to change that?

Or are you just going to keep on hiding under your uninterested mat?

The weather is angry

I'm all strangely

Come near me at your own risk

Permanently scratched your video game disk

Oh I can be bitch!

I'm that annoying out of your league back itch

So you don’t want to love this blue eyed mess?

Boy, I'll make you confess

Straight to my face

I'll beat you at the end of the race

You'll want be back after

When that happens I'll be the one making all of the laughter

Sensitive Thread Sewed Seams

I can't spit it out

Or spill the beans

I'm broken at the seams Love hurts

The seams are the most sensitive part

Of my three sizes too big heart I trust but not all the way

I have a suspicious, skeptical type trust

My life has been full of cold gusts It's only been about him

I don't really care

At you I'll just stare... I'm the master at reading people

I stare at you for comfort

This time the mission I did not and shall not abort I found love

I'm terrified

I'm sorry, I need to leave because I lied Soon I'll be back to having no one

I didn't mean too

I mostly trust you It seems as if you have made me forget how to write

Uncomfortable

But all the while comfortable You are my Mrs. Murphy

We too shall part

I don't want you to keep my heart Oh Mrs. Murphy this is going to hurt

But I want you to have it because you seem gentle

You might find out that I am mental The fictional, Alexandrine has a few poems

She wants to share

But when Alexandrine is in the moment she just can't dare My head is heavy

Weighted down with thoughts

A poem and a stomach filled with knots Depressed and miserable

It feels like I'm going to be sick

The music is stuck in me no matter how hard you use your guitar pick I've got a knotted stomach

I'm tongue tied

I'm sorry that my thread sewed seams just died

Superhero

A superhero is someone who has strength Not super stretchy length

Strength is when someone else can put themselves in back of you In other words they put you first, that’s what they do

Superheroes are ordinary people Not the ones that have a cape and are flying over the church steeple

Superheroes are caring They are never judging you and staring

The medics that show up at a fair Just so everyone is safe, no outside facing underwear

Superheroes have courage but still fear I don’t blame them, they don’t have the head gear

The ones that rather compassion Over fashion

The ones that are brave Everyone they can’t always save

This is reality, some of the innocents are dead Some go unfed

Who are your superheroes? I hope that you answer doesn’t start with a zero