Friday, March 2, 2018

5. thinking

do you ever wonder
what people say
about you when
you’re not around?
if the words ring
positive or negative?
if they long for
your presence?
if they wish you
could be there
to share in the
good times?

yeah, me too.

i just farted.

4. this is a poem about life and death and the battles people go through on an everyday basis

wow, that's a long title.

3. strange places

i write these words
from my toilet.
an unconventional place, yes,
but sometimes
the best ideas come
in the strangest of ways.

like an elevator pitch,
only a minute to give
what could be your best idea
to someone
and make it a reality.
it’s all about
taking chances,
because even though
you may not, ah, wait!

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
i needed that.

2. deceit

remember when i said
i was taking a break
to see where
i wanted to go?

yeah, i lied.

sorry.

1. i'm back

i'm back

all in the mind preface


okay, so for some reason, my fifth album "all in the mind" got messed up in the order on my blogger page, so i'm gonna repost all the old poems in order. know that this was released in march, and it came after "i'm still me" and before the "empty EP":

1. i'm back

2. deceit

3. strange places

4. this is a poem about life and death and the battles people go through on a daily basis

5. thinking

6. interlude

7. 2%

8. recharge

9. headspace

10. the end

reflection

have you ever felt
simultaneously loved
and alone all at once?
do you ever feel like
people are there for you
when you need them to be,
but not when you want them to be?

they have your back
when its necessary,
like when you lose someone
you loved so dearly,
but when you really want them
to come around, they don’t.
and maybe it’s because
their lives are more important,
and it’s nothing you can control,
but it’s still gotta hurt, right?

it’s talked about all the time,
feeling like you’re all alone
in a crowd of faces,
and you kinda wish that
you can pick when you’re not alone,
and choose when to have
others join in on the fun,
but they’re on their own way,
carving their own path,
and you just can’t control that.

so i write these words
in an awkward state,
one of pride and dread,
a pleasant unease,
a victory wrapped in defeat,
where do i go from here?
will the status quo
be good enough,
is a shake-up necessary,
or do i just need
to take a break?

i can’t decide