Music Man

The keys sing louder than they click,
When they’re played by the man whose hands are quick,
The beautiful sounds immerse the room,
The show’s not over but it ends too soon,
His voice sings out with the perfect words,
The most perfect tune that anyone’s heard,
He keeps it going song after song,
Emitting his perfection all night long,
Never stopping because with the music his heart beats,
And it moves to the rhythm at which they tap their feet,
He’s the music man and it’s music that he plays,
And I know that you would listen not for hours but for days

Not My Friend

No eye contact please because I know you hate me,
Don’t look at my face cause that’s a sight you can’t see,
Pretend that I’m not standing here and just walk right through,
I’m sure that I would do the same if you were me and I was you,
I don’t mind if I get pushed or shoved because I don’t exist,
I promise you that I’m not real my names not on a list,
If you talk I wont respond cause like I told you I’m not real,
I’m something you can never see; hear or touch or feel,
Just keep going I’m like a wall you must only walk around,
I promise you there’s nothing to fear I can’t even make a sound,
Goodbye now until we don’t see each other again,
Have a good day and please remember that you’re not my friend.

In Between The Lines

This isn’t a poem it’s a riddle,
Or maybe something in the middle,
Read what’s in between these lines,
Look around what can you find,
A deeper meaning to my words,
One that really can’t be heard,
Beneath the sea of black and white,
Kept away from all your sight,
I keep the message locked away,
So it can’t come out and say,
The things I hide from all the world,
The stories that I twist and curl,
Right now you see it’s in your eyes,
But it’s hidden underneath the lies,
On the paper that you read,
The lies that grow like a planted seed,
I keep them away hidden from view,
So that no one will see them not even you,
And maybe one day when I feel good,
Ill tell the world like I know I should,
And maybe then there wont be riddles,
And no more lies not even a little,
But for now they’re hidden away,
And I’m telling you that’s where they’ll stay.

All The Hardest Choices

All the hardest choices are the ones we have to make,
We make the biggest sacrifices for our own sake
We do the things that hurt us most so we’re better in the end,
Whether we lose a loved one or we lose a friend,
Sometimes it’s hard to see through the haze to the other side,
Sometimes we only see the truth after we have lied,
When we make the tough decision we see the greatest prize,
Even if we see it through the tears that fog our eyes,
Sometimes doing the thing that’s wrong is really what is right,
Even if it causes us to lose all our sleep that night,
These things are so hard to decide but make your mind up my friend,
And I promise you that when it’s done on me you can depend.

One Back To The Other

Switch from one back to the other,
Like from sister then to brother,
Can’t decide but you can't have both,
But it’s a story that must be wrote,
Don’t toy with her let her live,
Too many times she must forgive,
All the destruction that you cause,
It’s all your fault she has no flaws,
Hurting everyone you touch,
Sometimes it’s just way too much,
So please decide there’s no more pain,
Nothing left for her to gain,
Give her your love or walk away,
Don’t choose tomorrow you must today.

Closing Everyone Out

I’m closing everybody and I guess that it’s not fair,
But no matter what I won’t let you in I want you to beware,
I’m shutting everyone out because then I wont get hurt,
I wont get pushed again and shoved down into the dirt,
When I don’t let anyone bring me up I’ll never be let down,
And I don’t care how it feels to me to always be left out,
Because being left out is better than losing it all,
And it’s tough to pick myself back up when you let me fall,
So I’m done with everyone else out there,
Because I know all along none of them cared

Sinking Through

I’m sinking in I’m seeping through,
And no one seems to have a clue,
I’m falling far and I’m falling fast,
Through the floor and then the grass,
Through the dirt and through the dreams,
Through myself in between the seams,
Through the sun and through the moon,
Through the floor boards in my room,
Through me myself and I,
Through all the clouds in the darkened sky,
Through the water through the air,
Through the pit of the earth the devils lair,
All the way through and out the other end,
And it happens again and again and again,
Through and through and through and through,
The one thing I haven’t sunk through is you.

Maybe Not So Great

You say that you are always here,
But it quite often seems you disappear,
And upon your return you have nothing to say,
No reason to give for going away,
It seems you’re absent more than you’re around,
Especially at times when I need you to be found,
I don’t think you care that you leave me alone,
Not even when you see the messages on your phone,
Maybe your not who I thought you were,
Maybe what I’m looking for is what I saw in her,
I wonder where you are now cause your surely not with me,
Maybe things are so very different from the way I see.

Choice A and Choice B

Two doors choice and A and choice B,
No one can make the decision but she,
It’s unfair but not the worst thing in the world,
She makes her decision and sees the story unfurl,
Problems and issues she couldn’t have known,
Finally ending up all alone,
She knows that the other would have been just the same,
Because she knows this is not a fair game,
So she sits and she thinks and she dreams and she waits,
For the judgment day to arrive a moment she hates,
Finally she chooses which one you might ask,
But it doesn’t matter karma will do it’s task,
Ending in sadness is the only thing I see,
Choice A or choice B choice A or choice B.

I Know Poems Don't Rhyme

I know poems don’t always have to rhyme,
But it’s something I enjoy much of the time,
Don’t question my writing as if you know best,
This is my home and you are my guest,
I don’t see your writing rhyming or not,
But I do see my writing and I have a lot,
This is how I write and most people enjoy,
And I can say that out loud I don’t need to be coy,
You see my rhymes possess a mind of their own,
And they can cheer me up when I feel all alone,
My rhymes make me smile right through my tears,
They make me brave when I only fear,
They make me sad when I need to remember,
The best time of my life way back in September,
And they never ever let me down,
When I’m on top of the world or when no one’s around,
So don’t tell me how I can write,
Because this is a battle I will surely fight,
If you don’t like it you don’t have to read,
But as for myself of rhyming I’m in dire need,
I promise you my poems will continue this way,
I hope that you like it but if not then don’t stay.

Exploit Me

Exploitation is most obviously key,
What other reason would there be,
For you to come and talk to me,
There is nothing else I see,
Abusing my talent and my drive,
No other reason you want me alive,
But to help you so you can strive,
Off a cliff you can go take a dive
I won’t be used in any way,
This isn’t a game you can play,
Ask me once more and I’ll say,
That you can really go away,
I wont be told what I can do,
Especially not by someone like you,
Yes of friends I may have few,
But I love them and they love me too,
So don’t attempt to confuse,
Because I will see all the clues,
I told you once now it’s old news,
I am someone you’ll never use.

I Wish To Fly

Have you ever seen a plane up in the sky,
And wished to yourself that you could fly,
With nothing up there but the peaceful birds,
Nothing to be said and nothing to be heard,
I too wish I could fly above,
Just like a plane or a peaceful dove,
I wish I could look down on everything,
And then slice the wind with my sharp wing,
I wish I could fly towards the sun,
Just to have a little fun,
I’d fly to the warmth and I’d fly to the cold,
I’d fly with the young and I’d fly with the old,
I’d fly in circles and figure eights,
I’d fly from early until really late,
I wish I could be that bird up there,
And live my life without a care,
Even if I was a metal bird,
The kind people once thought was too absurd,
I’d love to fly and I’d love to dream,
And leave behind a trail of steam,
But instead I sit and watch and wish,
And cross the impossibility off my list,
But ill keep my imagination alive,
And off of those thoughts I will survive.

Too Hot Too Cold Too Young Too Old

It’s too warm then it’s too cold,
I’m sad I’m young then scared I’m old,
I twitch a bit and roll side to side,
I feel upset but I can’t cry,
On my back then on my face,
In my thoughts I am incased,
Blanket on then blanket off,
As I let out a quiet cough,
Want to get up and walk around,
In the darkness of this town,
Midnight hours seem oh so friendly,
Don’t know where a walk would send me,
But I feel as thought I need to go,
And keep walking straight until I know,
I’m in a place where I feel the love,
Where I know I don’t need a push or shove,
Where it’s all perfect and I can rest,
Until I’m feeling at my best,
I really wish I could just sleep
And that my rest was pure and deep,
But my eyes won’t shut and my head won’t stop,
And like a fish on land I flip then flop,
Just a little too hot then a little too cold,
I’m just a little too young then a little too old.

Life Is A Maze

You have to make your own choices and live for yourself,
Because living isn’t living if you need someone else’s help,
Mistakes are a good thing they help you learn,
If you do everything perfect how would you discern,
Life is a maze and sometimes you’re off course,
But people can’t fix things unless they’re forced,
When you should have gone left you might take a right,
But the adventures you go on could be a delight,
If you give yourself freedom and do as you choose,
There will be times when you’re down and in the blues,
But how could you be happy if you never were sad,
How could you be pleased if you never were mad,
So go on and mess up learn a lot and live life,
Because you never know when the end of the maze is in sight.

One Thing I Do Know

There’s a lot of things that I don’t know,
A lot of feelings I can’t show,
Many places I haven’t been,
Many times I haven’t sinned,
Countless people I haven’t met,
A number of subjects I don’t get,
A wondrous world that I haven’t explored,
A whole part of life that I have ignored,
So many sights I haven’t seen,
So many things that I haven’t dreamed,
So many foods that I haven’t tried,
So many times I haven’t taken a ride,
From down below to up above,
One thing I do know is that I love.

Ation

Something I find quite interesting is regurgitation,
It breaks every single law of perfect sanitation,
It’s seems like such a crime but there is no incarceration,
Maybe somewhere else there is but never in this nation,
It appears that we are run like one big soulless corporation,
Where there is only time for work and never recreation,
As if somewhere back in time there was a miscommunication,
Which probably was caused by all the constant reverberation,
And then there must have been a lot of misinterpretation,
Which was obviously effect from all the over Amplification,
All of this led up to our malfunctioning creation,
Which always seems to terminate our attempts at inhalation,
I believe this is because we lack the proper ventilation,
Which could eventually lead to our accidental asphyxiation,
Upon our perfect records that may leave an indentation,
Maybe all these signs are really just a subtle indication,
That we should put an end to all of this urbanization,
I think this is a matter that requires contemplation,
So maybe we should start to think and stop all of the inflation,
Because it seems that we don’t benefit from our constant procreation,
It would be such a blessing if you’d give your complete cooperation,
Just so that we could explain the most obvious relation,
In between our problems and our persistent fornication,
If we study then we’ll learn the complete correlation,
Like a glass’s temperature and it’s level of condensation,
Maybe then we can come as one and finally change the station,
And we could receive the experience of a new kind of sensation,
I think that you will come now without a moment’s hesitation,
It’s just the fear like when the Wrights first thought of aviation,
Don’t be scared I know your faith in reincarnation,
You know what we can all achieve with complete determination,
A new world so this old one can finally meet its termination.

Beautiful Rain

I wish it was one hundred degrees outside,
But that the sun would quickly go away and hide,
Dark clouds would roll in with a very dark haze,
And it would rain as if it hadn’t rained in days,
The rain would be warm like the ocean in September,
And I’d feel more refreshed than any time I could remember
I wish the rain was so heavy that it hurt my skin,
Like I was made out of paper and it was wearing me thin,
I wish it rained so hard that I couldn’t see,
And that no matter how far I ran I couldn’t flee,
That I was covered in mud and dirt and grime,
And that the storm went on for all of time,
I wish the rain continued as the sun showed,
And a beautiful rainbow gently glowed,
I wish the rain would suddenly halt and everything was dry,
And that the rainbow held its place next to the sun up in the sky,
And I wish it was still warm and that it would never change,
Because once something is perfect it can never rearrange,
I think that I’ll dream of that wonderful rain tonight,
And I think my dream will last until I’m waked by all the light.

Failure

The conception of self-preservation is one that’s hard to contemplate,
Because the fact is that in your own hands lies your eventual fate,
The fear of being alone and falling too far to be retrieved,
Is a thought present in your mind that’s quite hard to conceive,
The knowledge that you could be faced with your imminent demise,
Is showing from the fear that gathers in your deep brown eyes,
You dream you wish you pray you hope for someone just to say,
I promise you no matter what it all will be okay,
Your mind is concentrating on being free and getting out alive,
But the twisted roads that lie ahead are quite hard to survive,
You long for the judgment day to come so you can be at rest,
Meanwhile you seem to consistently fail at always doing your best,
The clock is ticking and with it your time is running out,
So one more chance to fix it all and cure your endless doubts.

Mothers Day

Three hundred and sixty five days in the year and this ones just for you,
It’s the only day we have to thank for all the things you do,
For putting up with our crap and driving us around,
For your uncanny ability to hear every single sound,
For the love and compassion under which we are showered,
And our phones that somehow seem to always be powered,
Sometimes we don’t show it but we love you a lot,
And we want you to know you’re the best mom anyone’s got,
So happy mothers day mom please have a great day,
And maybe just maybe we will do what you say.

What's The Point

What is a word it’s just something I write down,
What is to write when you have to read to make a sound,
What is noise if I am deaf,
Why do I need a right hand if I only use my left,
What’s the point of hands when I don’t want to pick stuff up,
What’s the point of stuff when I never have enough,
What’s the point of substance if it always gets abused,
What’s the point of abuse if treatment is pursued,
What’s the point of pursuing something if I always quit,
What’s the point of quitting if I always give a little bit,
What’s the point of a little bit if I only want the whole thing,
What’s the point of wanting something when to it I cannot cling,
What’s the point of holding on if I always let go,
What’s the point of letting go if where I’m going I don’t know,
What’s the point of knowing if it’s all a mystery,
What’s the point of something mysterious if its something my eyes cant see,
What’s the point of seeing if every thing is dark,
What’s the point of darkness if the world can make a spark,
What’s the point of a spark of hope if it gets crushed below despair,
What’s the point of being sad if I don’t really care,
What’s the point of caring if I’m lying when I do,
What’s the point of lying if I’m just lying to you,
What’s the point of you if I don’t know why you’re here,
What’s the point of this place if it’s full of what I fear,
What’s the point of fear when everything will turn out fine,
What’s the point of a happy ending if theirs is different than mine,
What’s the point of what I want if I will never achieve my dreams,
What’s the point of dreaming if I’m not quiet what I seem,
What’s the point of pretending if there’s nothing for me to hide,
What’s the point of hiding if there’s no one in whom I confide,
What’s the point of confiding if I have nothing to say,
What’s the point of tomorrow if I only want today,
What’s the point of wanting if you want what you cant have,
What’s the point of having if have doesn’t have a word that rhymes,
What’s the point of this poem if I doesn’t rhyme one bit,
What’s the point of rhyming if it always sounds like shit,
What’s the point of writing if I don’t want to anymore,
Maybe it’s all pointless and nothings what it’s for.

The Perfect Song

So beautiful it’s utterly flawless in its existence,
Something that can only be achieved with persistence,
Nothing to be added not a single beat or line,
Everything’s in order working in exact time,
It seems to so perfectly make your ears orgasm,
Along with uncontrollable muscle spasms,
The music takes control inside of your head,
And paves a new path on which you are led,
It makes you feel like you’ve never felt before,
Like a shock of electric right down to your core,
But as soon as you regain control,
The song releases its grasp on your mortal soul,
It’s over and with it the moment seems to die,
Along with your previous state of being high,
Never again could you be so fulfilled,
Because the track faded out and the moment was killed,
But you’ll never forget the way it made you feel,
Cause no matter how short everything was real,
That’s the beauty of music it’s the only real thing there is,
And it’s never defined by race or class or hers or his,
Its just it and its just there and who you are it doesn’t care,
When you’re alone you’ll always know that music’s everywhere.

Bad Choices

You contradict your original choice,
While being argued with by your own voice,
Changing your mind a few times a day,
But when you’re asked you never change what you say,
It’s okay to mess up once or twice,
But it gets a little old once it happens thrice,
And it’s been happening again and again and again,
So I’m done there’s no more help that I can lend,
I’m all out I’ve worked so hard,
Even though I was continually getting scarred,
And it’s not my fault we don’t share the blame,
Maybe that was true once but things aren’t the same
You seem to cover up everything inside,
You’re not living a life it’s just one big lie,
Things seem to catch up quicker than you thought,
And there’s no more second chances to be bought,
I really tried my hardest I put myself through hell,
To attempt to ensure that your life would turn out well,
And yes I’m sorry that I failed when I tried to help,
But now you know the pain with which I’ve dealt,
I’m not going to tell you that everything will be okay,
Because I don’t lie with every single word I say,
But I can tell you one thing and that’s listen to your heart,
Do what it says and maybe you’ll find the restart,
Right now I’m the one that will say goodbye,
And you can have a turn at a daily cry,
I wish it didn’t have to go like this,
But it all seemed to change after that last kiss,
So live your life and find what makes it better,
Because ahead there’s a lot of stormy weather,
I’m living mine and I’m living free,
And I’m living a life where I’m living for me,
This is the lesson you learn when you mess up too bad,
And you lost every thing that you ever had,
Next time you’ll think before you choose,
Cause you never know what you’ll lose.

Regret

Regret always comes just a second too late,
It comes right after choice and just before fate,
It always shows up but never on time,
And it always sneaks up without a sign,
It’s always around which you can’t stand,
But it seems that with life it walks hand in hand,
Regret makes you realize all the mistakes that you’ve made,
And it continues to burn after the memories fade,
You carry it with you until the day that you die,
Every mistake every cheat every pain every lie,
It’s the kind of thing that you’ll never get over,
Not with all the happiness of children or luck of a clover,
It’s the kind of torture that hurts day after day,
And no matter what it wont go away,
Regret is the way that all lessons are learned,
Every speck of your joy has been painfully earned,
Why is regret always in the front of your mind,
When you’re reflecting on something that’s all far behind.

When The Clouds Part Ways

When the clouds part ways to open up the sky,
It unlocks the door to explore the deepest depths of my mind,
The endless blue going further than my eyes can see,
And I glance upon the sun that so gently shines on me,
The beautiful green grass gives contrast to this amazing view,
While the glint on the water is of the most extraordinary hue,
Birds fly by bringing with them moments of shade,
Temporarily changing this work of art that the world has made,
Trees seem to slightly sway with the rhythm of the breeze,
This is a moment in time that I wish that I could freeze,
The kind of thing you remember many years down the line,
Because in all of your life this instant is definitely one of a kind,
Close my eyes and relax and cherish this simple gift,
Because moments like this seem to go away much too swift.

Girl In The Rain

She stands there staring into nothingness,
Nothing in her mind with her nothing bliss,
The rain beats down on her soft blond hair,
But it seems as if she’s unaware,
Her white shirt drenched it weighs her down,
But she stays motionless as if no one’s around,
The blue jean shorts tight against her thighs,
Soaking up the tears from the darkened sky,
Little puddles of water formed in between her toes,
But she doesn’t care cause she doesn’t know,
Her bag is wet the contents may be harmed,
But she doesn’t check she seems unalarmed,
Every curve on her body outlined by her clothes,
Quite a beautiful sight just the way that it flows,
She continues to stand there alone with her mind,
Not accepting conceptions too which the world is confined,
And one second later she comes back to life,
Like she was suddenly cut open with such a sharp knife,
The moment has passed but the image is burned,
And she has lost everything that she just learned,
What a beautiful thing that just came to pass,
It’s upsetting to know that it couldn’t last.

Talk About Me Behind Closed Doors

Talk about me behind closed doors,
But in my face you will ignore,
And I know what it’s all for,
You seem afraid but I’ll settle the score,
It’s a discrepancy from deep down within your core,
It was all started when you lost your allure,
I’ve never been down this road before,
But I’ll make it through all the blood and gore,
I guess you don’t know what’s in store,
Because when you beg to stop I’ll only go more,
But I want you to know what I’m sorry for,
I’m sorry for it all in the depths of my core.

The Music Inside Me

I want the music so loud that my ears will bleed,
It’s growing inside like I planted a seed,
When the music seems to move my feet,
Like I’m taken over by the heart of the beat,
It’s the kind of thing you can’t ignore,
I confront the world and say I know what life’s for,
It’s something in the rhythm that makes me unafraid,
Like I’m ready to lose everything I’ve made,
Because the music makes me invisible,
Like I’ve won the battle and I’m over the hill,
But when the music goes off and the lights go out,
That’s when I’m refilled with all my doubt.