Categories: Poetry
acrid flesh
the char-broiled sound
down and dirty
when she’s not around
fucking up
all the times we’ve had
messing it all up
when she’s not around
cry
lie
die
the order’s upside-down
I feel the venom burning
twisted words around
make it right
man, make it okay
I can’t stand
another fucking day
with her not around
push and pull
it’s all the same
when you’re dancing around
the twisted, corroded flame
’cause it’s never the same
when she’s not around.
Categories: Poetry
I’m glad that I met you.
I’m glad that I let you.
I’m glad that we can.
I’m glad that we’re alone.
Aren’t you glad you’re at home?
So, you’re sad that I left you,
and you’re sad ’cause I meant to,
but what you don’t understand
is that I’m not the one who’s bad.
And aren’t you glad we’re alone?
I’ve moved on
and grown a little too.
So thank you, bitch,
and fuck you.
Categories: Uncategorized
So the scale said I’m 222 this morning. >sigh<
I did miss most of last week’s working out due to the weather, but I’m still pretty bummed. However, this is one small hiccup in my quest, and what would the adventure be worth without some adversity, right?
I’m entering the next phase of my regimen, upping the resistance on the weight machines, etc. Hopefully I can get back on track.
Onward and upward!
Categories: Poetry
This is a brand new poem, as opposed to the recycled old crap I’ve been posting:
A Hall of Mirrors
My face in your face
The light in your eyes
Dancing and twirling
Growing, alive
A hall of mirrors reflecting me
Shards of glass
Silver and black
Injure and cut
Years of bad luck
A hall of mirrors protecting me
Wrinkles and bags
Time’s been unkind
Disease and old age
Inevitable fate
A hall of mirrors infecting me
Circles and rings
Forever’s the thing
Betrothed and betrayed
You gave me away
A hall of mirrors rejecting me
Faces of friends
Lovers pretend
Once long-lost
And now again
A hall of mirrors connecting me
Merging of id
Conflicts within
Shadows and glass
Handful of ash
A hall of mirrors inspecting me
Playing of games
Avoid and evade
Questions, no answers
Marvelous tack
A hall of mirrors deflecting me
Slap on the hand
Sterner rebuke
Slap to the face
Farcical truth
A hall of mirrors correcting me
Lust in my eye
Love in my heart
Could be the end
Rebirth, renew
A hall of mirrors selecting me
Categories: Poetry
and let us float through the years,
floating by for years and years,
until we find the secret way
to make our tears go away.
and when we must say goodbye,
i know that again we’ll embrace
on the Other Side.
Categories: Poetry
In hearing all,
nothing is heard.
In seeing all,
nothing is seen.
In feeling all,
nothing is felt.
In all,
nothing is.
Categories: Poetry
The closest thing he has
is fading away.
The closest thing he has
is turning grey.
The closest thing he has
made him see the light.
The closest thing he has
is picking a fight.
The closest thing he has
now wants you.
The closest thing he has
has something to do.
The closest thing he has
is a ruiner.
The closest thing he has
doesn’t love her.
The closest thing he has
has torn out his heart,
and ripped it in two.
The closest thing he has
he has not.
Categories: Rant
It’s snow, people. It happens every fucking year in Northern Illinois. How do you ignorant fucks forget how to drive in it, EVERY FUCKING YEAR!@#
Here are my winter driving tips for those of you who have also forgotten how to drive in a quarter inch of snow:
>end rant<
Categories: Uncategorized
I now weigh 219 pounds. I have lost my first pound on my quest to become “A Shape Other Than Round.” Yay! This despite not attending 100% of my scheduled workout sessions. I’m sure that the weather this week will stifle my plans for working out just about every day, but I’ll keep plugging away at it. Huzzah!
Categories: Poetry
I am a poet, I guess. Maybe I used to be. Anyway, I came across an archive of my old poems a while ago and decided that I might as well share them.
My inaugural post is dedicated to my friend Allison (as is the poem) who took the time to type up my collected poems and save them to floppy for me. Thanks, AJM!
And for the record, I never said I was a good poet. 🙂
Just For You (AJB)
I wrote this just for you;
it seems you’re finally getting your due.
I’ve heard what people say,
but I just don’t see it that way;
what they’ve said of you,
ain’t none of it true.
It pisses me off;
it makes me mad,
but maybe they’re just jealous
of the kick-ass times we’ve had.
Know this my friend,
as I write this to you,
(and listen real good, ’cause, as we all know,
everything I say is true):
You’re a real good friend,
and pretty damn cool too.