Baby's On The Halftip

A board of faces
Masks with smiles
And sad eyes
Just people
Who have done a hell of a lot more than me
But I've got qualities
I do right?
I think so.
There are some things I can't put on a transcript
How I just smile
At people
I could mock
I just smile
And sometimes I try to go on nice walks
Outside
In a park
Or a trail
Yeah, it's nice
Maybe you should think about joining my club
You don't need to go to a doctor
Or ask for permission
Or fill out a paper
Or write me an essay
Just show
You'll be fine.

The grass is sleeping with the leaves
And Little Debbie wrappers
While I am waiting for relief
From stutter strings of laughter
I've got a book and a bag
And I want to sit down

Some leaves still stand their air
Sun, give them light to hang there
To survive
To see snow on green leaves is a thought to contrive
Let three seasons collide

The way you talk
About the things you love
Makes me fearful of
The things I cannot say
Not because I do not know
But because the words do not flow
And though I want to pitch in
To extend the conversation
My radio doesn't really relay
That same frequency
But it's not static
Believe me
It's not static

There are certain kinds of people
Who remind me
That keeping an open mind
Is a waste of my time
And though I want to take time to
Find the best qualities inside you
I cannot help but think
Terrible, heartless, not-me-things
Shall I compare thee to a mid summer's eve?
Thou art more a pain in my ass.

You're the Gobi in a sandbox
The Pacific in a sink
You're a tumor of a pimple
And a coma of a wink

They try to make you mutter
But all you can do is shout
You have holes in empty places
Where emptiness pours out

You contradict yourself in nature
And you don't really know why
Peaceful demon, Angelic cynic
Who only lives to die

And its because you know this
That you struggle with yourself
You are correct to think that consciousness
Is worth more than mental health

You are who you are
Until you're not anymore
You're fake for a while
Until you find someone who makes you real
You are who you are
You just need a little convincing
One look in their eyes
A step in their aura
And it's easy to see
You are who you are
Continuously

You wrote on me with chalk
Impression easily erased
But the smear you leave behind
Need be washed away by another
I don't intend on letting you write again
These smudges are enough to remind me
How much I want to forget
But with your writing came that of others
And it's hard to avoid those
While getting rid of yours
Why did they have to be so close?

I asked for walls
I wanted moats
I needed so badly to separate myself
From the things that tore me up
Forgetting bridges and gates
Brought me where I am now

I've learned not to care for myself
Work for the happiness of others
Not impress as much as please
I'll keep thoughts to myself
Your flaws are your own
And so are you
That's why I care

The trees might as well be submerged
With the way they flow and sway
The deep blue sky may well be gone
We're left under a billowy gray today
The grass is better off dead
It's speculated that it ought to be regulated

Sill I'm sure, the lamppost is jealous
That it's not as free as the tree
The clouds only have a day of fame
The sun will shine another time
And wild pastures always wish
Someone was there to care

Every time we try to talk
You make me feel
Like I have to say something important
And I do
Just for you

And every time we walk
Without meaning
Every time we walk I hear this repeating
I want you
I want you

I think we need to tell these things
We need to tell these things
Tell them to each other
I do
So profoundly insane

Labels: Poetry

I realize
These are the only kinds
of times my eyes
have ever seen

My ears are deaf
to sounds of peace
At least for me
it's never ceased

When it's done
what will they report?
Just onto the next worse thing
Because bad news has more potential.

I've never read
a headline filled with hope.
Obituaries almost make me jealous -
But I have learned to cope

To my room to put on some clothes
I decided on a pair of pants
Weatherman doesn't like what I chose,
It's too hot to wear those.
I flip a finger to the TV
and put on some shorts.

When you put your trust
undivided in something
they own everybody
thats how we know God's free

Labels: Poetry