Her Seasons

Precipitation On The Precipice

Precipitation on the precipice

Perpetually with presumable paranoia

Along with possible poems that have no periods

Because life might very well be never ending

Pause...

Delete the delirium of the demons

Don't deteriorate with your destruction

Do what you want during the debriefing but don't drown in the debris

Try not to go that far

Drat

All they asked for was some alliteration

While they surrounded you with alligators in the ally

But I am writing an album of aluminum with alliances that allay

Not every allegation is right

Allure

Currently concentrating

On the cause of the catastrophe

Two cracks colliding without collecting credit

Learn that, that is simply life

Creating

I'm a nitpicky nitwit

Nincompoop that knits knots

In the neon lights of New York, I nervously take notes on networks of gnats

I will stop with the,

I will not’s because I have too many to keep 

Anxiety

Waiting for the call

Waiting for the call

How will I stall?

How will I stall?

Anxiety

Anxiety

Bolting through my veins

Hydrogen, Helium, Sodium, Boron

I must be made out of morons

I own scratched up pencils

They don't fit extra ordinary stencils

Books and essays

Overwhelmed I say

I own knocking knees

I know who I am, I just can't be

Do and don't

Know that I probably won't

I own a pounding heart

One of my arts

What is history?

It's part of my mystery

Anxiety

Anxiety

How will I stall?

How will I stall?

Waiting for the call

Waiting for the call

Sleeping With My Thoughts

I’d rather stay up at 2 in the morning

With my thoughts

Rather than sleeping with them

I'm not that intimate with my thoughts

They do not belong

In my bed

In my sheets

In my being

But alas I'm too sensitive

And weak

They are aggressive

And addictive like the warmth of alcohol

Exhaustion tries to seduce me

But I refuse

I know I cannot hold them off forever with the cane

Until they all break free

To slowly and comfortably lull me

Into my nightmares

To wake up in a sweat all hot and bothered

Shaking and shaking

I Am Grendel

I am Grendel

I hate the sound of laughter

It just leaves me angry after

I am Grendel

I like to be alone

I'm a monster with a heart of stone

I am Grendel

When I see someone having fun

I get the impulse to run

I am Grendel

I’ve been around

And Beowulf threw me to the ground

I am Grendel

All I need is love

But I only seem to get shoved

I am Grendel

Why can't anyone see?

They don’t get me

I am Grendel

Always misunderstood

No one ever believed in me and told me that I could

I am Grendel

No one understands

Always getting canned

I am Grendel

I don’t mean to be bitter

Too bad people never consider

I am Grendel

I get laughed at for the way I look

I get out of this world by reading books

I am Grendel

Did you pay attention to what you said?

Because of you I am dead

I am Grendel

I can’t keep going

The current is too strong and keeps flowing

I am Grendel

I've bled out

There is so much self doubt

I am Grendel

I don’t know what to do, I am lost

Their insults in my heart are permanently embossed

I am Grendel

I just wish it would stop

I'm never on the top

I am Grendel

I've never been shone

Just leave me alone

Speed Of Light Thoughts

Numb fingertips

Heart of hell

The wind doing flips

Finally

The darkness turning into burning light

I don’t like it with the sun

I need to live on the dark side of the planet

I've got a word stuck in my head and it weighs a ton

It can’t be taken away with any of the elements of the earth

Fire, air, earth, and rain have nothing on me

It’s attached to my life

If you unstick it from me, you'll be handing me over to death

Such strife

I don’t know what it is anymore

Thoughts going at the speed of light

I can't see them

Or catch them

There isn’t a stem

I wish I was sober

I'm lost in the fog

The fog you can't escape

I try to run out of it

Without something to stick to it is as foggy as scotch tape

An agenda wet with water molecules

Lightning thoughts tire the storm

The storm gets lost in my fog; it's thick

How do you plan on finding me, when I don't know where I am?

How are you going to get me out of this brick?

I want to feel my fingertips, have my heart be free, and have the wind die down

I want to hear my thoughts and have the enigma of the ride

Your Love

I can sometimes feel your love

Like a massage that's over

Even though you're not around

I feel it and it's what I think I need

Your love is like the warmth of the sun

You're not near me

But I can feel your warmth

On my skin

Your love is like my moon

Far away

Yet I can see your light

In my dark

Your love is like a song

That has already been played

But still buzzing

Around my head

Your love feels like

A glowing aura on my skin

That protects me

From life’s miseries

Your love almost feels like

You are keeping watch and looking out for me

And I sometimes think

That I see you out of the corner of my eye

But maybe that is all just wishful thinking

Because I miss you

And your love

That felt so good and right

We Have Each Other

Depressed and weak, united we stand

Hand in hand

We hang on by a strand

We silently have each other’s backs

Someone else has what I lack

Sometimes we fall apart and crack

Some draw on their sides

Some hide

Behind a blind

When we are choking

We all have our ways of coping

But we still take each other under our wing

Sometimes dominoes that stand tall

Uncontrollably we fall

But we always get back up like a bouncy ball

But one thing that we’ve got

We understand a lot

We hope that if we draw that we'll never get caught

Between us we must

Share a secret trust

We know the feeling of having heavy hearts full of rust

We hide the pain in our eyes

Terrified of anymore goodbyes

We start faking smiles at sunrise

Most people don’t “get it”

But we do and that’s why we are close knit

Some of us have grit

We don’t use it when we need it most

Like when you're thinking about trying to overdose

Some of us like to hide in the shadows like ghosts

It’s hard to watch the change of a season

When you can’t find any real reasons

To keep fighting your vicious demons

Some of us can feel pain all the way to our bones

We think we are alone

But we’re not, together we have grown

We can do this

Our mission we won’t diss

Togetherness is almost bliss

I’m Done!

I no longer hope youwould just text me

Have you known the whole time that all of this was to happen?

Fallen out of love is exactly what I have done

Out of the k-i-s-s-i-n-g tree I have run

Of course in the back of my head I knew

Love, I do not miss you

With this relationship, I'm done!

You knew, didn't you?

But I was naive enough to let myself fall

I don’t have a hard time when I see you in the hall

Still, I can’t believe that I got over you

Hope is how I know I can do

You'd better not stay with her or,

Text her and tell her that you love her

Me without you is like a bladder without piss

Like it or not, it doesn't get better than this

You were such a bad boy

Did you never realize that I wasn't just a toy?

With this poem

Alex won't be upset

Mornings

Tomorrow morning is going to be a rude awakening

I think sleepily

Like clockwork it's backbreaking

Soon dawn disturbs the night

My alarm clock boggles my eardrums forcefully out of my ears

I take my nasty spit damned retainers out to catch a breakfast bite

I command open my heavy eyes

From my eyes the sleep falls

And I ask myself, Why?

I make myself pretty

Daring to look at my reflection

Time to wing it and be witty

As I listen for a rhyme or reason

I get punched in the stomach because of the cheeky cold

Why must it be this season?

I click my frozen stiff seat belt into place

I zone out to the tune of the car motor

I put on my happy face

I walk into school

Feeling alone and judged

Dreaming a future where my poetry will rule

Pretty...Devastating

She pulled out all of her teeth and replaced them with pearls. 

With bowling balls is what she replaced her girls

She wanted all the boys to stop and stare

But the boy you really want is the one who doesn't care

She kept her hair long

She followed society's song

Hair down to the floor thanks to extensions

The silent rule that goes unmentioned

The longer your hair is the better you are

But society says that she's still just par

Society is cruel

She just wanted to be cool

Lots of makeup she wore

Because of it people called her a whore

She just wanted to fit with the crowd

With her new look she was proud

I find that devastating

On society I'm hatin

She bought cloths at designer stores

All this Just to look "beautiful", what a bore

But she now just looks like every other girl,

There’s too many clones in this world

You were born a rose don’t die a poppy

She now looks quite silly but she thinks that she is finally pretty

Instead of listening to the media

Listen to an encyclopedia

You'll learn more

Rather than wasting time shopping at designer stores

Society is all of you!

Lets not let another one get sick with the blues

Don’t be so cold to others; treat others the way you want to be treated

If only the media could be deleted

Look what society has done to her

This girl needs a coat of fur