Catch 22

Flit Flirt

You, little flit flirt

Back at my window

From bad to good, my feelings you convert

The wind blows, blows, blows

  Window, open, I still can’t hear you

Please stay

With you I think I’ll get through

My light of day

  Everything, you give

I’ll saver

Die for you, or live?

If you ever need a favor...

  You and I don’t have the clock,

Don’t rush

Love, my time torturously tick tocks

Me heart you better not crush

  I will succeed

Still you come and go

Love me?

You taught me how to go with the flow

Forever

Though I am stressed more than a rubber band about to snap

I have you beside me which

Makes me think that I am the luckiest person to live

As I lay here tonight, staring at your back

I realize that you are better

Than any dream I could have ever dreamed

So beautiful I feel like I'm ruining you

You're like a good book

And I'm the gum stuck in between your pages

I will forever be very thankful that you like me

And puzzled

I just can’t comprehend why you would like this piece of abc gum

Maybe I can’t understand because I'm dum

Even though

You would argue with me all day about that

I'm sorry that I sometimes have a habit of staring at you

Its just, goddamn girl

How did you ever fall into me, out of everyone else

I find that I feel so fucking awesome

When my hand is in yours

Whatever mistakes I made that lead me to you I would make over and over again

If it meant that we’d be together

Wherever and

Forever

I’m Done!

I no longer hope youwould just text me

Have you known the whole time that all of this was to happen?

Fallen out of love is exactly what I have done

Out of the k-i-s-s-i-n-g tree I have run

Of course in the back of my head I knew

Love, I do not miss you

With this relationship, I'm done!

You knew, didn't you?

But I was naive enough to let myself fall

I don’t have a hard time when I see you in the hall

Still, I can’t believe that I got over you

Hope is how I know I can do

You'd better not stay with her or,

Text her and tell her that you love her

Me without you is like a bladder without piss

Like it or not, it doesn't get better than this

You were such a bad boy

Did you never realize that I wasn't just a toy?

With this poem

Alex won't be upset

Dreams

The boat left without you, you were too late

What would you do?

Just to chase your dream

Would you go to the extremes?

Would you jump into the water?

Would you do that even if you risked the chance of hypothermia, and just swim?

Does your dream fill you to the brim?

The bus left without you

What would you do?

Just to chase an easily broken dream

Would you go to the extremes?

Would you start running?

Would you do that with hurting side stitches?

Dreams can be b*tches

The train left without you

What would you do?

Just to chase your dream

Would you go to the extremes?

Would you try to follow the train tracks?

You’d never be able to keep up with the train

Dreams can take away your spoons, and drain

The plane left without you

What would you do?

Just to chase your already pulverized dream

Would you go to the extremes?

Would you drive?

You’d be late

Someone could steal your shattered fate

The team left without you

What would you do?

Just to chase you nearly impossible dream

Would you go to the extremes?

Would you push too hard and make yourself sick

Dreams can be d*cks

So what you missed your dream?, find a new one!

What do you think is fun?

Find one that you’re not too late for

Open your eyes there’s many doors

Protect you dream with your life, with the fire in your eyes, you’ll never get stuck

To life’s troubles you can just say f*ck!

Lonesome

The word “I” is pretty lonesome

The word lonesome is not as lonely as I

I am lonely with myself

I lost myself again, I see…

I might have just have been lost at sea

Where will I find me?

Do you ever think about me?

Did you erase me from your memory because it was too painful?

I still miss what you threw away

I took the trash out Tuesday night

And I missed you Wednesday morning

I found a song that reeks of you

I almost went to the dump to look

All I found was a clean brook

I don’t think I knew you, before you turned into a sad crook

In that brook, I tried to baptized myself in the cleanliness and got a little lost

And sometimes I have a hard time putting on my holey socks

And sometimes I forget about the locks

I is lonesome

I need guidance; I can’t learn from trash

I'm better off lonesome

The English

Streetlights changing

Shooting me into the past

Watching small raindrops collect

While I cannot collect my thoughts

Making it look like the glass is chipping

Until the windshield glasses over in a mosaic

Feeling the cold slipping in but I don’t mind

Feeling a shiver creep up my back

Reminding me of you

I take a breath

And I grab my bag and pretend that I'm putting on my armor

Suiting up

To go riding on a drunken horse, slipping on mud

While holding my breath underwater

And the English have longbows

It’s raining arrows that point me in the wrong direction

This is night

This is what I wanted

Now that I have it

I miss the struggle

Hot Tears

Hot tears could set this place on fire

All these flame flame flames

Who aim aim aims

These flame flame flames

At me?

But even if this place burned down

It would lack lack lack,

You, come back come back come back

I lack lack lack

The part, of my heart that you took

I've become so hot that I'm blue

Into my life you came came came

Do you think this is a game game game

The way that you came came came

And left me

You left me with hope that has evaporated

You had hope hope hope

To keep this boat afloat float float

I want that beautiful hope hope hope

Sos

I know that I'm just wasting paper thinking that we shall meet again

Life just seems lame lame lame,

Without you, do you feel the same same same,

About this being lame lame lame

Amy?

I’ll Just Be

Do you really want to know what gets me out of bed in the morning?

Fucking lies

I tell myself that I'm okay

But I'm secretly anticipating, and bracing for your goodbyes

How's life?

When my life is good, it's a fake kind of good

But I'm alright

I miss being in the woods where I once stood

Was I really ever there?

I think I was born guilty

Yet I know I'm always fine

My skin is filthy

I can't sleep,

Because of a haunting childhood

I'm seriously okay

I'd give it all up for poetry if I could

I don't want you

It's too late

I'll survive

I'm forced to carry a heavy slate

I secretly enjoy it

This way I'm free

I'm still alive

So for now, as I always am, I'll just be

Writer's Block :(

That moment when you can't get the pencil to write

When the paper bites

Writer's block

Is worse than getting stuck with your brother's smelly sock

Too many thoughts on my mind

I need to write so I'll know I'll be just fine

Into a ball I want to curl

I need to stop hiding from the world

The moment you are so numb that nothing helps, not even music

I know I have the power but I'm afraid to use it

It would just cause me trouble

Make my world as I know it crumble

You start to think

At writing you stink

You don't want to write it all

Can't risk another fall

You are plain 'ol stuck

Wishes on shooting stars for better luck

What you don't realize is that it's all there

You need to take the dare

Too many thoughts yet at the same time I have an empty head

So for now I'm off to bed

Too Much

This is the story of my life

I get too much love

Too much

And I’m just not built to hold it

Perhaps I was built for the low life

But sometimes I get too many punches

Too many

And I’m just not built to hold your knuckle sandwich

I’m starting to think I wasn’t made for loving you

I’m too full of hate and anger

Too full

And I’m just about to take it out on you

Because you have too much love

You’re too clingy

Too clingy

I’m not built for you to suck away my life like the leech you are

The more you latch and attach yourself to me the more you repel me

Too much death

Too much

And it has and is currently surrounding me

Along with the presence of a rock and a hard place

Too much love and too much party punch

Too much,

To ever digest

When will it end?

Or will it never?

It’s been too much

But I’m done caring about the past which has only been one extreme to another like,

One foot in a bucket of ice and another in fire

Too far on opposite sides

Too far

They do not balance out in a nice way

One extreme and the other one

Hopes and dreams too far

Too much,

Too far