Poems
Here's where I share poems I have written. I'm not the best writer in the world, but I still enjoy doing it.
Poems
A Meaning I’ll take to the Grave.There’s something special about a song
That suddenly stops but never ends
There’s something blue about a melody
That takes awhile to put a cleanse.
Where the music comes to start,
But never truly leaves a mark
At least not anymore,
As seen by the new shores
That we throw garbage and trash away
While they are similar, they aren’t to mash anyways.
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
The birds outside fly overhead
Throughout the night, the flies never leave my bed
That those things I see aren’t fair,
But nobody ever cares.
We see the world as nothing new,
Just repeated delusions with nothing to lose
At least not anymore
As we’ve seen so many times while dragging chores
That they give up so easily
While there’s hardly a difference in people, we ridicule anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
People must understand
That the people who run it are as terrible as the land
The planets of Venus, Neptune and Mars
We aren’t going to make it too far.
So there’s a star beyond the universe who asks,
“Who’s going to make the last dance?”,
Song and melody
And rhythm and remedie.
So whatever, we whatever anyways
And persevere through the hardest days
Rotting food and meat
While they force us to beat
Each other up and die
Dominating the world we see and lie,
But apparently, it doesn’t matter anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.
Oregon Guy
Bye, Bye
Mr. Oregon Guy
Who showed we will connect in times of dread
Who lead us to victory in moments of wanting to go to bed
Hi, Hi
Mr. Oregon Guy
You sparkle and shine
You never committed a crime
Morning, Morning
Mr. Oregon, we’re mourning
We are in a state of sadness and war
We are in a world of pain and other painful mores
So today’s the day the world dies,
Goodbye, Goodbye
Mr. Oregon Guy.
Sketchy Sunny
It’ll work out in the end
Don’t put yourself at a bend
Don’t let me down
Keep your feet on the ground
You’ve gotten so far,
So remember to let yourself free
Sketchy Sunny, set your mind to me.
Everything will be alright in the end
Don’t let it put you down
Get rid of everything that’ll make you frown
Follow your dreams
And remember you’ll always be with me
Sketchy Sunny, let your kind be free.
And if you ever see it won’t follow through
The pattern you wanted was on the loose
That you’re so tired you can’t even follow your dreams
Nor get out of bed, what’s deemed to be
Remember that you’ll be in someone’s heart
Sketchy Sunny, don’t let it rip you apart.
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Devastation…
The world will never understand
That we are all part of man
That women should be equal with men
And it shouldn’t matter where you stand.
Melancholy…
Where we begin and where we were before
To see how she feels on this unforgiving shore
That she is ready to drown, ready to die
Who’s going to save her and give her their time?…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy
Give me life, give me strength
Give me everything that isn’t annoying my face
My tortured heart, my beating soul
The world’s spins out of control.
Devastation and the unnatural melancholy
The cure to my sickness is only a mile away
But the splitters still reclaim
The medicine for melancholy, the devastation that remains
Restoration and The Natural Jolly…
Devastation and The Unnatural Melancholy.
The Girl Past The Sidewalk
There's black sludge on the ceiling
Ants all over the bathroom sink and floor
And mold that starts to succeed and thrive as a colony even more.
But there's a girl past the sidewalk
Living in a home that is worse
That gives me hope, I'm not alone in this curse.
The girl past the sidewalk smokes as she looks forward
Lower as she stares at me.
There's hornets in the garage of my deteriorating home
Pipes that leak evolving sludge over the garden gnomes
There's rotten food that is only close to a biohazard
And glass all over the floor, shattered.
But the girl across the street persist
That her home is better than this
And the boys giggle and cover their noses when they pass her shack
That's less of a home than a nick nack.
A shack that produces more of a foul oder than a blood soaked needle
Which forms crystals, garlic that disturbs the people
And more of a biohazard that is likely to be left behind
It's a whole great disaster that's getting worse with time.
Disease written rats and flies
Thicker than the smell that will only rise
But the girl past the sidewalk still insist
That my home is a marvel compared to what she persists.
To Believe I Told Schizo Guy What I Thought That Day.
Call him “Schizo Guy”
I’m sure that’s what he wants to hear
Day in and day out
Taking shots of beer
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Going to bed while shedding tears
The people talking to you in your ear
Making fun of your delusional thinking
Believing they are beyond your drinking
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
The girl of your dreams, you have to meet
Leaving you for an ugly man
Laying on a blood soaked mattress is the least bad thing for you this week
“Maybe trying tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad"
“If only you wouldn’t get so mad”
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Don’t let them put you down
Tell the voices to quiet down
Tell the shadows they are no longer a bore
Tell the girl of your dreams you love her way more
Even if your condition might only get worse
Try to make the best of this curse
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
Try your best for your own sake
“How much time will it take?”
Only you can understand him
Maybe you might win
Schizo Guy, ‘O Schizo Guy
And maybe it’ll be the only sane thing to live by.
Hollywood is Dead
She has been waiting and craving
Sadly for only the seas waving
Sadness on that beach at bay
Sending so many people at sway
Clinging while you walk away.
Education at a fumble
As the band plays it's drumroll
Football and baseball stadiums packed
While the young children learn that sports game jam
All happy to pass onto the next generation,
That is if it's still alive by then
For their entertainment might be gone
Since Hollywood is Dead
It's now lying in a sealed coffin bed.
People will lose their once shared features
Tailbones, hair, unlike other beautiful creatures
The darkest and most blue suicides
Once were kids having fun on slides
Due to their sadness on the ugly news
It'll be reported on, then dropped off soon
That is disgusting entertainment,
But roles reversed, we are jesters pleasing queens
As the universe expands forward and until it will collapse
Some sad teens may relapse
But now we see
That Hollywood is dead
Dead as can be.
We’ll never know who killed that girl on the beach
Depression worsening no matter how much she drank bleach
The new cinema isn’t the same
But even back then, Hollywood was in vain
So he will prepare his comics of impact
Towards movies that’ll have no actual act
Let’s see what’ll happen next
As big companies continue to play chess
They all know they only want fortune
But agriculture is feeding our culture
Eating as if we were vultures
As well as knowing that Hollywood is dead,
Locked and pushed inside of an old shed.
Man’s first flight to the moon
Museums packet with new found knowledge
What could be better than all of this? But it’s catastrophic
We watch it crash, burn and die
Once infinite, but will eventually be forgotten by time
Some symbols of liberty, justice and hope
Have turned into carnival attractions to cope
Destroyed by what Humans show
Animals in factories, ready to implode
Presidents getting uglier and uglier
As we watch war strike, people get hungrier
Little can help, but some will rise together
All this for no government completed letter
Said that Hollywood is entertaining
As our brains are less than framing.
Babylon and beyond
Since those early days at dawn
Keep wanting what’s to come
Even though it’ll only get worse from here
He’ll spend his leisure time near
Television on while studying
Movie theaters packed while bloodying
That once old carpet is stained
With new found glory, what treasures remain
But we’ll all truly take it in soon
Hollywoods been dead,
And you are too.
My thoughts on it
Notes on "A Meaning I'll take to the Grave."I'd like to say that the true meaning is how I feel towards things even as simple as music. That people will throw away art for whatevers in style and that is how the internet and people just are. They get bored quickly. But that doesn't mean we should throw away such beautiful things that people put thought into.
Otherwise, the world is always in destruction, and we allow this to happen. People say they are tired of the government and world powers, yet do nothing at all to stop it. Therefore, if we let them thrive, things will most likely only get worse. Which we shouldn't let happen. I find it disgusting. People also say they are tired of stigmas and sterotypes, which is understandable. Yet for some reason people still give into them, which is also disgusting. I mean, nobody of any race, ethnicity, gender, sex, disability or illness should be classified by sterotypes and stigmas.
Notes on "Oregon Guy"
There is no "Oregon guy", they are whoever you think they are.
I had Miss American Pie stuck in my head, so that's how I came up with the name Oregon Guy. It was originally titled "Oregon Boy/Mr. Oregon Boy", but I thought "guy" was easier to rhyme with.
Notes on "Sketchy Sunny"
It is for people in a bad mood, or people in struggle. Obviously a simple poem isn't going to change someones mindset, but I wish to at least make anybody feel better. I'm not exactly sure what a "Sketchy Sunny" actually is, but I like to think of it as the sun in a drawing. Like in a sketch, not fully colored in and it is up to you to color it in. That's what I think of it at least.
Notes on "Devastation and the Unnatural Melancholy"
Originally titled "Desolation and the Unnatural Melancholy."
The meaning of this is up to interpretation because I honestly have no idea. I'm not going to lie and say some bullshit reasoning. All I can say is that it is devastating, unnatural and melancholic.
Notes on "The Girl Past The Sidewalk"
I've seen many youtube videos on biohazards, rotting things and people in struggle. I watch them because I find them interesting, and also because it lets me see what some people have to go through everyday. Some people struggle to the point of not being able to clean the space around them, hence this poem was created. I felt bad for those people, and they deserve better. At least a liveable area is the bare minimum.
I don't understand what the girl past the sidewalk is actually insisting because I go back and forth on it. That her home is a marble, but so is the speakers as well. Neither of them have liveable, cozy spaces to rest neither are actually "marbles." But at least they understand each others situation, sadly.
Notes on "To Believe I Told Schizo Guy What I Thought That Day."
The title of this poem is inspired by the Dr. Seuss book, "To Think I Saw it on Mulberry Street."
I used to get called a "schizo" a lot when I was younger because of my delusions, hallucinations and bizarre way of acting and thinking. I've grown to hate the word because of this, as well as the fact it is downright evil.
Like "Oregon Guy", there is no Schizo Guy. I made him up, but he is kind of a representation of myself. At the end of the poem, it shows how I've grown to try and not let this illness ruin my life, and the lives of the people around me. I have to accept the fact I may not get better, but I can hope and pray for this illness to (somehow, in someway) go away.
Notes on "Hollywood is Dead"
I've had some poems with similar names that aren't publicly available as of now, such include "Fashion is Dead" and "Caroline is Dead", those will most likely remain unavailable due to their writing and gorey imagery.
"Hollywood is Dead" focuses on society, people, and the world of entertainment. To put it simply, bread and circuses. Basically, Hollywood (and other sources of entertainment) are to avoid what is actually going on in the world. (In the case of the world and this poem, it is also for money.) Obviously, there are people who want to create art not just to distract the public eye and get money, but that is very little people.
There are people who want to rise against these things, but very little.
I also bring up the news and how things pass by quickly no matter how depressing. This is something I've grown almost afraid of. We can't stay mourning something for forever, but we move by quickly while others are still saddened. It feels almost destructive.
But at the end of the day, it might seem like the world of cinema and entertainment may be trying to grasp at the people, which is 50% true. The other 50% is the people trying to please the companies and creators.