Self Confidence

Do I take things personally because I lack confidence
Or is the self something that knows
Every little barb
I am not good enough
Every jab
I need to do more
Every angry word
Deserved.

How can I fix something
That is constantly ripped down

When I crucify myself
It is too far
Too hard on myself

I start to believe
Then you say what I’ve thought
Out loud
Matter of fact
Like I should already know

How do I get better
When I just keep feeling worse?

Faded Hope

I found this while digging through more old school stuff, probably middle school/early high school years.
The funniest part of it, is that I have NO IDEA who I wrote this poem about. It’s funny how strong emotions that you feel really don’t last like you think they will in your youth.

I fear I’ve become
Incorrectly attached
What am I doing?
Should I keep on course
Or check my speed,
Or should I bury the needle
And find where this leads

Isn’t that why they say
Falling head over heels?
You don’t have much of a choice
Do or die.

I’m not sure
However
If I should simply die
Let this fascination sink
To the bottom
Of my sea of emotions

I’ve been attached before
I say it’s not the same
But am I lying to myself?
It feels different
A different kind of want

I don’t want you to notice me
Talk to me
Be interested
Because you already are

Instead I crave
Hearing your voice
For I could listen to that
All day
I want to make you smile
To brighten your day
I wish to help you sleep
And never see you weep
I want to lay my head
Down upon your chest
Feel safe in your embrace
I want your comfort
To take strength in your lack of fears
I want to look pretty
For your enjoyment

I want you to see me

Understand me

Know me

… and love me?
For who I am
You’ve got to see all of me though
You’ve seen the normal-esc side
You’ve not seen hyper me
Rhyming me, happy me,
Crazy me, excited me,
Theatre me, sarcastic me,
Writer me, mean me,
Angry me, funny me,
Sad me, stupid me
You’ve seen an averaging of all
But never when I slide
All the way into one
Will you accept all of these
when you see them?

Silence of the Crush

This is one a wrote a while ago that I found crumpled up in an old notebook from high school.

Every time I see you
I seem to lose my tongue
It’s not a common problem
And there’s nothing to be done

I spend so much time
In attempted relocation
That I don’t even worry
About more than a salutation

Sometimes I get silly
Or I manage to feel comfy
And we’ll start to become chummy
You’ll get a conversation from me

Not sure you feel the way I do
It’s probably for the best
‘Cause if you’d ask me out
I can’t even say yes!

Lyrical Poetry

Here’s more lyrics put into another poem. This is so much fun haha
 

“This rather simple epitaph can save your hide, your falling mind
Fate isn’t what we’re up against there’s no design, no flaws to find”

“In truth the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses”

“Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
Your dreams the catch, the world the cage
The highway sets the traveler’s stage
All exits look the same”

“Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast”

“I met a man today and he smiled back at me
Now there are thoughts like these that keep me on my feet, that keep me on my feet.”

“Call it one drink too many
Call it pride of a man
But it don’t make no difference if you sit or you stand
‘Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin”

“Your clever eyes could easily disguise
Some backwards purpose
It’s enough to make me nervous.
Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye”

“Oh and I’ve been looking since the day, since the day you parted,
But you don’t find happiness when you’re searching for it,
And I might of realized, I was wasting precious time, but I never had the chance to change the battery’s in my watch.

“Howling ghosts they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.
So hold on.
Hold on to what we are.
Hold on to your heart.”

“A whirlwind came into my life and he tried to rescue me
will you come, will you go
will you tell seriously”

“Take hold of my hand
And I’ll do what I can
To make everything right
At least for tonight”

“You’ll never sink when you are with me, oh Lord, like the Dead Sea
Woah I’m like the Dead Sea, the finest words you ever said to me,
Honey can’t you see, I was born to be, be your Dead Sea”

“You can take the sunshine, I can take the moonshine
You can take the high road, I can take the low
but later in the evening the one thing I believe in is
I’m on the road to ruin it’s the only way to go”

“Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life”

“In the leaves where the trees grow like water in the sea
Nature speaks to me
Something salty, Something sweet
I am naked in the dark
With my eyelids shining like flashlights
In the mist of our dirty playtime
And for the meantime
We are echoes of spring time”

“Lying in your attic
I can feel the static
The storm has broken, Heavens open
So electrifying, Oh I’m nearly flying
Lost my heart between
the sheets of lightening”

“Twisting burning, my thoughts turning, back to you again
Sweet thing, take me to the end”

“I’ve lusted for love but lust is so blind
And trust for a heart is a hard thing to find
But what’s left of yours might help to heal mine”

“I hope that I don’t sound too insane when I say
There is darkness all around us
I don’t feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me
And reconnect me to the beauty that I’m missing”

“Last night I dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
I spent the whole day
I wrote ‘em down but its a shame
tonight I’ll burn the lyrics
cause every chorus was your name”

“And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
Now I helped her
And I dressed her wounds
And how I held her
Beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly
And she stood to fly away”

“And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home”

“Without you I don’t have…
A place that’s safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and sing me to sleep”

“After it was done when there was nothing left to be
Turned out I’d been following him and he’d been following me
After it was done after it was over
We were just two lovers crying on each other’s shoulder”

“Although maybe all these moments are just in my head
I’ll be thinking ‘bout them as I’m lying in bed
And all that I believe, it might not even come true
But in my mind I’m havin’ a pretty good time with you”

“Put your dreams away for now
I won’t see you for some time
I am lost in my mind
Oh I get lost in my mind”

The Beast

I’m fidgety and worried

What lies behind the door?

I already know it’s hurried

It scratches and begs

If men are dogs

What dog lies behind this door?

Is it one who pees on the rug

And pretends he didn’t do it?

Or will he run away

To visit another family

And get double the love?

If you get too close

And he’s in a bad mood

Is he going to snap and growl

And carry on?

Bite the hand that feeds?

Does he obey everyone

And never pick a side?

Or will he win the heart

With his cute good looks

And big brown eyes

Begging for your love

Might he be

That perfect puppy,

The one who loves me

Forever and ever?

My hand reaches towards the door

There is something inside

Kicking and screaming

Yelling to be heard

…My instincts?

Have they ever been wrong?

In my hand grasps the cold knob

My fingers squeeze

Preparing to turn

The beast behind the door

Lets out a growl

A growl that unblocks

The sound from my instincts’ cage

My hand flies free

I back away

And listen to the beast

As it carries on

And laments his failure at deception

Life’s an Adventure

Life is a grand adventure

If you’ll let it be

Who knows where it will take you

Or where it will end

All one can do is pray

 

Pray that when this adventure ends

Another will take it’s place

And another after that

 

Without another adventure

What will you do?

 

Adventures are all a body really knows

They might end sadly

Or they might be grand

But let them keep coming

For that is all we have

I Am What I Am Not

I whisper when I scream

I fade when I shine

I tiptoe when I run

I win when I lose

I am what I am not

You cry when I’m happy

You jump when I sit

You fly when I fall

You run when I stay

You are what I am not

He is strong when I am weak

He brings joy when I am sad

He feels love when I am cranky

He will go down so I can go up

He is there when I am not

She is a hurricane when I am a trickle

She is the imagination when I am the practicality

She is dedicated when I am lazy

She is spunk when I am sleepy

She is when I’m not

I may be what I am not

But that makes me

Me

You may be what I am not

But where would we be

Without opposing forces?

He may be there when I am not

But without him

We would both be lost

She may be when I am not

But that is why we are such good friends

Two halves making a whole

Opposites

Contradiction

Making us, us.

What I Am to You

I am the character in the book that is too important to die

Yet not worth mentioning

I live in the back of your mind

So as not to startle you when my name is mentioned

I deserve a name

But not a chapter in your book

Not that much of your time

 

I am a dot on a map

The gold-flecks in your eyes

I exist and am known

But not worth any sort of conversation

I exist in your knowledge,

I live only in your factually memory

 

I am the moth that flutters at your porch light

You see me there,

I might even captivate your attention for a bit,

But in the end you go back inside

And return to other endeavors

Something of more importance

 

I am the china in your cupboard

Forgotten until an important occasion

Calls for my retrieval

Then cleaned with care

And packed back into a box

Set aside until a later date

 

I am a witch in a children’s movie

Too evil and mean to end up a protagonist in the end

But far too nice to be worthy of any real respect

Children will never love me

But nor will they fear me as they drift to sleep

 

I am dry white bread

I lack the real appeal of white bread, I am not soft and smooth

I act like wheat bread,

But I also lack the nutritional value it has

So I am the loaf that sits

Waiting,

Alone and untouched at the store

Waiting for a sale to redeem me in the buyers’ eyes

 

I am the kiss of your beloved pet

Loved and appreciated,

But quickly wiped away

Avoided when possible

Slimy and endearing

 

I am everything loved from your childhood

Tucked away and forgotten

To be brought out when a memory calls

Or your mother feels like embarrassing you

 

The Enigma I’ve Been

Denial

A constant blunder on my heart

The things I secretly know to be true

But wish could simply fade away

Fade away it never shall

These thoughts that haunt my mind

No wonder I can’t behave normally

My mind it is tormented

And my actions all clouded

 

I calculate like those I dislike

I fly like those I want grounded

I think like those I wish silenced

And keep quiet like those I want to yell

I fail like those I want to succeed

And succeed where I want others to fail

I complain when I want others to accept

And accept when I should not

I live when I feel I shouldn’t

And despise like I say I can’t

I fear to love with my whole heart

But can’t imagine loving with only pieces

I shatter what I want whole

And scrape together pieces of what can never be

When will I be what I want

Or want what I am

When will I not be an enigma

Or love the enigma I am

I am bright when I want to be dark

And hide in the dark when I need sunshine

I laugh when I want to cry

And cry when I don’t know why

 

Perhaps one day
I shall live free

Free of these problems

Free of the worries

Denial

Regret

The loathing of my previous action

One day I’ll accept all I’ve done

And know that I am truly forgiven

But
How can I ask forgiveness

When I know it was wrong

When all I feel is guilt

To be forgiven by others

Shouldn’t I forgive myself first