The English

First One About You

Theater is life

Someone kept stealing my lines though…

Soooo…

How’s the weather?

Its ever changing, wasn't that clever?   How was school?

Did anything interesting happen?

No answer, oh he was just napp’n

This isn't awkward, it’s just weird

I think this is what I feared   I know that you have a crush

But I don’t know anyone

Can’t you just be gone?

I'm just scared

Because you care   I like to be alone

I'm single

I don’t want a boy to break my heart like a pringle

I've been hurt so many times

You would know if you read all of my rhymes   Can you take me?

Am I ready for a big jump?

Should I prepare for another painful heart thump?

I think that your crush is just lust

Right now your love I don’t really trust   Hey.

Do you even know the difference between lust and love?

I want to try you on and see if you fit like a glove

Sometimes I do get lonely

Maybe all of you is just baloney   I should get my head straightened out

Are you the one?

Should we become Suan?

I need to stop making jokes out of your name

For now I'm glad you came   Do you really want this?

Do you want this terribly stubborn mess

Don’t expect anymore, or any less

If I could just make up my mind

Boy, you seem kind   Thanks to Facebook

You said, “Hi”

What if you ever saw me cry?

Baby

Maybe someday you'll save me   I still remember that time

When you were telling a mini story

In all your glory

When you pulled me off the couch, I was a sour lime

But you asked, “Babe can you please be mine?”

Little Do You Know

Little do you know

That I still think you’re really cool

More than the status quo

When we talk my words are like tiny dancers

Trying to be graceful

With one worded answers

Little do you know, I do care

I still love you like a messy two year old running around in a diaper

With tangled hair

Little do you know I seesaw us like sisters

And when you're not around

It’s like I'm getting blisters

In me the two year old

Still wants to sit on your lap and leave with a French braid

You still have me sold

Little do you know that even though I am no longer two

And I cut my hair short

I'm secretly stuck like dried glue

Last time I saw you

You said that for a summer I had made you feel special

And I can’t believe that’s true

Because little did I know that I was nothing more

Than two

And was probably a bore

So before,

I become older than 18 just know that

I have a sensitive heart and nothing more

Are You On My Team?

I'm not great at playing offense

Let's get that out of the way

But it's nice to meet you

I don't hit home runs

But I know how to throw

Like an underdog

I am defensive when I'm not talking

It's the thing I can do

It's really just the illusion of control

Being offensive

Is a thing that I can't really seem to be able to do

I'm too nice

So I don't set boundaries

Or go around punching people in the face

Because some people probably deserve it

I'm more of a pitcher

Of complaints

Rather than a batter

So

Before you go I must ask,

Are you on my team?

You're On My Mind

I can’t sleep with the thought of you on weighing on my mind

I want to fast forward, you want to rewind

I hate how you were so kind

I want to see how this works out

You're too heavy and I'm not strong

My mind isn't where you belong

It just feels so wrong

I'm too scared to move you to my heart

It’s 6:28

I'm wishing you were at my gate

Most people consider this early but for me it’s late

I haven’t slept at all

Before I snuck out for some cold water

At skateboarding you almost taught her

When she falls, you better catch her

High school loves very infrequently last

Every night you keep me up

Never asking, “supp?”

No more cold water in the cup

I don’t look up to you

I'm not terribly trusting of this

You are something I don’t like to miss

Cold water gone, this love seems slightly amiss

The dog is barking, roosters crowing

I want sleep

I want my internet creep

But thoughts of you, I still keep

Will you love me?

Thought Soup

Honey don’t listen to them all

Don’t let yourself fall

Just keep doing what you were doing

The dream of life keep on pursuing

Don’t fucking stop

Pull out of that garbage smelling parking lot

Don’t let go

Keep moving even if it is slow

I know you sweetheart, you always make it

Keep that fire inside of you lit

Don’t let it go out

Cry your heart into a drought

Come on, love pull yourself out, now more than ever

You are definitely clever

Run you clever girl

Stop believing that you aren't a pearl

Just keep on your feet

Let the future uncurl, I promise it will end up feeling complete

Don’t ever let them force you to sit

One thing about you that amazes me is that you always make it

I know that this isn't what you think, I know it all seems like a mess

But you'll make it don’t think any less

You, have no clue

How much I believe in you

You will find a reason for that pain

Sorry I won’t explain

It will be a great surprise

You have the ability to see through lies

That perfectly terrible loop

Your brain right now is, thought soup

Just another bump in the road

You can take the heavy load

I am the future yet at the same time the past

That desert of the darkness is very vast

But "the best way out is always through"

So for now just make do

Buried Deep

Die

Survive

Die

Survive

It's already buried deep down there

I hide it behind a secret glare

"Maybe someday we'll talk"

Could you just take a walk?

Fuck off

Step off

I'm fine

What I'm thinking is all mine

Tell? Never

Whatever

I'm fine I tried to portray

Just go away

Why must you ask every time?

The answer is always going to be no, and that I'm fine

The more you bring it up the more I'm going to think

I don't want to think about it, tears no longer on the brink

It's all over and done

It's buried all the way, just leave it, if you get pushier trust me I'll run

Some relationships I don't want to mend

That hand don't lend

It's been too long

What's wrong?

I'll never tell

It's already buried deep in a well

You've said that you've been there

And everywhere

But you don't know

Just go

You wouldn't get it

But it's already buried in a pit

In your office, pure,

Adrenaline, you'll never know what I endure

In there my mask 

Will always last

I'll never tell, clenched teeth

It's already buried beneath

Just give it up

Because I'll never throw it up

Solid living death

Forever hold my breath

End Of A Line

When you come to the end of a line

I suggest you walk it carefully

Walk it as fearfully as you would a plank of a ship

It’s like an edge of a cliff

Walk to the edge of the unknown and take a leap

There could be words at the bottom to catch you

Let the words draw the line there

Or let the words take you out on a tightrope

In the end it just comes down to the wire

Are you daring enough to cross the line?

Fuck It

Never can seem to get it right

I'm giving up on the fight

Fuck it

I’ll just live a poverty stricken life

I'm done with keeping up and steady

I'm not quite ready,

To just fuck it

And live a poverty stricken life

Still falling into the same rhyme,

When life gets frustrating and hard every friggin time

So fuck it

I’ll survive my poverty stricken life

I don’t like having things shoved down my throat

But I never opted for a different route so I’ll have to swim the moat

So fuck it

It’s almost too late to avoid a poverty stricken life

I’ll be rich on alcohol

And famous in my new home, the mall

Fuck this

I don’t want that drunk life

I won’t have to do math,

To know that I'm on a poor path

Fuck everything

I’ll have to survive my poverty stricken life

Get away, get away from me

Because you can stop me from sailing at sea

And sinking into fucking everyone like a real pirate

I’ll have a poverty stricken life with a good view

I’ll ignore all the bottles filled with lost hopes and dreams

Instead I’ll collect them in reams

Because fuck it

I’ll need a way to pass time in my pirate life A life without morals or a plan

I might be able to cheat my way out and find a clan,

Of others who decided to fuck it

And ended up living the poor life, in which everyone thinks you're an idiot

But I didn’t like their ways

And I was too stubborn to get through the tough days

Fuck it

I'm already living the poor life

All’s Not Lost

All's not lost

Until I have lost my mind

Now I will write

Into the night As if I am some sort of time lord

I will write

Until I feel alright

A poet’s tailbone

Is where they keep their tales

My tailbone is tired

I shall steal my sleep

From tomorrow

I am a true night time poet

With dry, tangled hair

Who knows where I’ll be able to take myself

Some is lost

And I'll admit that I fucked up

But I can almost trust

That this shall continue

I shall continue on this journey

That is full of losing

And gaining

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