Thursday, May 21, 2009


This is the entire section of my finished poems. I would like some feedback.


When it comes
Is one of the most natural things on this planet.

Death cannot be reasoned with
Death cannot be bribed, insulted, or cheated
Death will come.
There is nothing more certain than that.

The only thing that changes
Is the way
A person dies.
People can die with pride,
Disgrace or dignity.

People can die peacefully or violently.
Death can brush people
Without actually taking them.

So, you gonna kill him?
Hmm, aren’t we bloodthirsty
I told you not to drink all that coffee.

Some die peacefully,
Some die unexpectedly.

You said he only killed nine people
There’s forty victim here.

Some choose how they want to die.

Now they’re going to say
That I said offing yourself is easy
But no, no, no, no, no
Like everything else
You have to read the fine print.
First of all you shit your shorts
So there you are dead
With a load in your shorts.

There are some people that anticipate their death
And so live their life to the fullest.
There are yet others that hate life
And so choose death.

If there is a heaven
Who would ever want to go there
I mean you sitting on a cloud
Its nice,
There’s no teachers, no parents
But guess what
There’s nothing to do
It’s fucking boring.

There are some that help prolong
Other people’s lives
And there are some people
That cannot let go of their life or death.

People once believed that
When someone dies,
A crow carries their soul
To the land of the dead.
But sometimes,
Something so bad happens that
A terrible sadness is carried with it
And the soul can't rest.
Then sometimes,
Just sometimes,
The crow can bring that soul back
To put the wrong things right.

But death still comes
And one day it will come for you.

What are you going to do when it arrives?
Will you go peacefully
Acknowledging that your life was full.
Will you go kicking and screaming
Knowing there is something that wasn’t done.
Will you go with sadness
Because of something
that needs to be set right.

He would come back
Dark and unnatural.

How you live life
Is how you will be perceived
In death.

Live your life to the fullest
Make sure you do
Exactly what you want to do
Make your life as full as you can
With the people and things that you want.
Enjoy life because it’s short
And we never know when
It will end.


There are people that I would die for
People I would kill for.
They know who they are.

You know you have a true friend
When you can not talk to them for years
And then when you talk to them
It’s like you talked yesterday.

We’re suppose to die on the same day
You promised me that
And today is not that day

Sister and friend
Terms are interchangeable
For the right people.

The reason it works
Is because we’re so different.


A good house cradles and comforts.A bad house fills us with instinctive unease.

There are ghosts in the basement.
Bad houses hate our warmth, our Humaness.

What is there to say
I am human
You are not.

When I get out of here
I want a morphine milkshake.
That blind hate of humanity is what we mean when we use the word, "haunted"

To say that this place makes me uneasy
is an understatement.
But I want to be out of here

I’m getting out of the big glass house.
Grab your children
Do the same.
A house is a place of shelter. It's the body we put on over our bodies.

I love this house.
It’s so comforting.

Someone stole the roof.
As our bodies grow old, so do our houses. As our bodies may sicken, so do our houses sicken.

I’m dead but my work is unfinished.
Inside this house
You will find the source of my power.
And what of madness? If mad people live within, Doesn't this madness creep into the rooms, walls and corridors? Don't we sometimes sense that madness reaching out to us?

Torture first then you talk,
It’s better that way.
Isn't that a large part of what we mean
When we say a place is unquiet? Festered up with spirits?
We say "haunted," But we mean
The house has gone insane...


What the hell have you done lately.

There are many that think I’ve gone insane.
Here I sit
Talking to myself
And listening to the voices
Answer in my head

They say that I need to stop talking to them
They would like to stick around.

Later they tell me that
The man who invented the radio just
Dissed Jack the Ripper.

Watson just sat there laughing at them.

Race to meet death
Before your spot is taken

I think there are times
When I should ignore them.

I’m a bad man.


Mother is the name for God
On the lips and hearts of all children.

I am no exception to that.

My mother never gave me any idea
that I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do
or be whomever I wanted to be.

My ambitions, dreams and drive
Are directly tied
To making her proud.

We are who we are
Because we are the children
Of our mother and father
Good and bad.

She filled our house with love
and fun
and books
and music

We are who we are
There is no denying that

I don't know if she ever realized that
the person I most wanted to be
was her.

As your mother
I support your decision.

Okay, well then,
As your mother
I feel it is my duty
To tell you you’re wrong.


When are you going to realize
Being normal is not necessarily a virtue?

Define normal
If it’s possible.

People lie, cheat, steal, kill, rape
Just for the fun of it.

This race is full of cheaters.

I’m close to a real
Audible connection.

I like being weird.
There is nothing more satisfying.
Being true to yourself
Your thoughts
Your believes
Your morals.

I like myself the way I am.
Finding humor in all situations,
Being weird, unique, memorable.

The alternative is just plain boring
You can have it
And have fun with it.


Run through walls

Are you okay?
Are you sure
Cuz you just went through a wall.

Work through problems

I hear you have an unusual problem.
Well it’s time
Face your problems head on.

Have fun

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
How was the fun-vee.

Chase what you want.

No, I'm not okay alright
I'm losin' my mind a little bit.
Gettin' chased by my car right now,
Gotta go!


I wish for a love
That even time
Will lie down
And be still for.

I wish for a man
That will respect me
A man that will be my Mr. Perfect.

Whittle down the choices until
Only one is left.

Always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder,
Keep rosemary by your garden gate,
Plant lavender for luck,
And fall in love whenever you can.

What wouldn’t I do for the right guy.

Spinning in circles is what love is like.
It makes your heart race.
It turns the world upside down.
But if you're not careful,
If you don't keep your eyes on something still,
You can lose your balance.

But don’t you see it’s happen twice.
The first time you put me on the moon
And I fell
The second time you pushed me off.

Make sure you love the man
And not the excitement.

Enjoy the romance
Pray for love
Make sure he’s a friend

Have a base you can build on
Keep in mind the best of friendships occur
Between vastly different people.

I wished for you, too.


Mirrors to travel

The world gets smaller by the day
People living on top of people
Windows opening to buildings
And when I look out
I get a glimpse of other people’s lives.

Miss Maggie does not do windows.

Mirrors to spy

Camera’s everywhere
Watching everyone
And everything
Beware before thinking of crime.

Have you ever killed anyone?
Yeah, but they were all bad.

Mirrors to remember

Time goes so fast
Gone before you know it and
Lamented when it is gone.

If you were going insane
You wouldn’t realize it
Trust me
I know.

Mirrors to forget

What was is
What is was
Now think of what is and was

Don’t you get tired of being right?

Mirrors to rule the world

I have security clearance?
I have a plane?

1 comment:

  1. These are all still made of lines from films, right? You're getting a better feel for the method: some of these are really witty and unexpectedly moving. I like the way you shuttle between sententiousness and irreverent humor, as in "Death."