Day 32: Litterary Cutter

With my pen I puncture my palm
And let the letters leak
The alphabet in drops of blood
Creates chromosome calligraphy
I have a new escape
Sentences replace the hot red streaks
Where once only blood would heal
Now words are my release
But I have no need to bandage
Or stitch with needle and thread
Cause from my literary blood letting
Others are healed by the words that are read

Day 31: I Move

I slide
Through every day and night
Make tracks like railroad spikes
Make trails like lit street lights

I move
Like no one else can do
Make clean sweeps like brooms
Exhausted like car fumes

Day 30: Slipping Into Insanity

Restlessness wrestles with the health of my mental state
Myself and 2 reflections wonder why my reality is fractured
While ignoring the spider webs in the mirror
As I try to push myself through to the other side
To change who I see
In to who they could be.
They argue
And with each push another voice
Joins in the cacophony.

Day 29: Take Me Away

It sucks when something you base your happiness on is destroyed in front of your eyes...... i could really use a cigarette.....


Meet me somewhere I can touch your face
And know that something's real
Let me know that my emotions
Are just something I feel
Maybe we could run away
And find a safer home
Maybe we could wrap ourselves
In lines from favorite poems
Maybe we could dress ourselves
In triumphs of our past
And maybe we could sign our love
On heartbreak's neon cast
And one day we could just pretend
That none of this is true
And maybe I could plug the hole
That life has left in you
And maybe you could fill me too
And hold me by the hand
And maybe we could start our lives
Like we've been born again

But day dreams lead to
Night time screams
Buried deep in
Quilts and sheets
Because our hopes
Are shattered
Incomplete
And so we stray
Numb day to day
And pray we're taken
Somewhere
Somehow
Far
Far away

Day 28: Drinking and Rhyming

Slipping into sepia tones
As rods are slowly replaced with cones
blindness causing mindless fascination with the unknown
I stand astride a great colossus
Across a shore no one can top this
Breath of greatness which with birds could have flown
And so i stand amidst the land
With ancient scrolls held in my hands
And keep my feelings far from their mental home
And dictate orders with dying breath
As each command keeps strength in check
And yet i become slowly entombed in this poem


Sorry but i'm a bit drunk so this is what i could come up with.

Day 27: Glad To Be Near You

I'm glad I could be the middle man
The piece of string between tin cans
Getting your messages from A to B

I'm glad I could be the rubber cleat
The grip connecting earth and feet
So you could run sure footedly

I'm glad I could be the vaccination
The virus bred for decimation
So you wouldn't get sick with the flu

I'm glad I could lend a hand
Though I was just a pawn in your plan
It was worth it just to be near you

Day 26: Haikus 1

I left my real poem on my work computer, so here is a haiku i came up with about 30 days ago.


Haiku's are stupid
Just as the poems begin
Boom! It's all over.


and because 1 haiku seems like a cop out, here is another I wrote in my poetry class.

Tree branch with red buds,
Why do you shake? Is it from
Holding back the Spring?

Day 25: Running From Skin

So I saw New Moon with my wife and some people from her work today, and I am pretty certain that people are divided into two groups: People would prefer to be vampires, and people who would prefer to be werewolves. Kinda like cat and dog people, but it really seems to boil down to people who would rather live with nature or be masters over it. Vampire sympathizers prefer society, structure, a separation from those feral werewolves who live in the forest and when they are in human form they tend to live simpler lives off the land. I'm a werewolf supporter.


Freedom from Skin


There was a boy who felt trapped
By the weight of his own skin
Feeling there was more
Feeling torn by the war within

Emotions would swing
With the wind like a kite
Unable to restrain
Anger flashes hot white

And so he would run
Like the world wouldn't end
Hoping he'd run fast enough
To leave behind his skin

And so one day he ran
Farther than he had before
And he ran through the pain
That ripped apart his core

And he ran faster than his feet
And he ran faster than his chest
And he ran faster than his face
And he ran faster than his breath

And when he looked over his shoulder
He saw his empty shell
And realized with his last few steps
He'd released himself

He ran on all fours
And he howled as he sped
A bone shivering song of power
And was never heard from again

Day 24: I Can't Laugh Anymore

We finally got cable three days ago. I love watching soccer with my wife, and keeping up with the mentalist, but I loathe commercials more than almost anything. Not because they interrupt my show, but because they lie over and over attempting to tell you that you will be happy only if you buy (enter their product here). It makes me disgusted. So here's a poem about it.

Selling Happiness

I sat in front of the TV
Almost catatonic
At the first commercial I woke up
And realized I wasn’t happy
Now I’d been laughing for the last ten minutes
As a bumbling husband
Got himself into some generic trouble with his wife
I thought the laughter
Was a textbook symptom of happiness
But evidently it was lackluster laughter.
A sham.
Empty.
I was empty.
And these white strips
Would be what made me complete
My word would be filled
With smiles
Dancing
And slumber parties!
Or would it be
The rice crispy treats
That reconnected me with relatives?
All that marshmallow goodness
Would plug up the festering hole
Caused by all the hateful words spit at the last thanksgiving dinner.
Wait,
Next commercial tells me everything I knew was wrong
Really anything I buy at walmart
Will make my grandpa love me!
I guess I’m not happy.
Now the show’s back on
But I can’t seem to laugh anymore.

Day 23 bonus: May I Join The Dance?

Here's a second post for day 23! WRITE ONE GET ONE FREE!



Standing on the edge of a marsh
I don't know how I got here
But I know I don't want to go back.
The reeds sway hypnotically
A morphing shroud
A feeling of another reality.
Maybe if I could step through it
This world would fade away
I could get lost
The wind gently nudges me closer.
Maybe the reeds would let me join them
And sway in the wind
Maybe....

Day 23: Bridged Reality

Hey all, I'm posting Day 23 a bit early, but i want to give credit to my friend Bailey. While facebook stalking I saw that she is having an exhibit, or whatever brilliant photographers have, to show case their stuff. I checked out her site and was inspired by the opening slide show so I decided to write to it and here's what I got. The poem makes a bit more sense if you watch the slide show.

So here's the link to the website. You should really check it out.

http://www.bridgedreality.com/


BRIDGED REALITY

I see a lily crying
I see a tree capturing frozen sun
I see grizzlies dancing
I see a honey bee feast for one
I see a lighthouse in a landlocked city
I see a chalk white palace on a lake of glass
I see a serpent of ice and metal
I see a grasshopper on his level in his world
I see a royal estate with a gangsta lean
I see through the eyes of a squirrel given a second chance
I see a herring fresh from it's morning bath
I see a crocodile's scowl
I see into infinity and it intimidates me
I see orchids in their finest gowns
I see what I see what I see repetitiously

I see all of this in a Bridged Reality

Day 22: Let The Flowers Crack The Concrete

Let the flowers crack the concrete
Creating fractured fractals in the street
A mathematical maelstrom
Dividing beauty by defeat

The sum of the parts
Is larger than the holes
Where the flower beds bloomed
Uprooting street light poles

Colors defibrillate long dead cones
Atrophied by the overuse of rods
In this rebirth of earth
There's no dirt, only sod

There's no religion, only God
There's no chains, only links
There's no locks, only keys
There's no bars, only drinks


There's no crashing except from waves
There's no honking except from geese
There's no screaming except from gulls
There's no beatings except from wings

So let the flowers crack the concrete
Let the fire hydrants leak
And soon the world we know will whither
And we'll harvest harmony.

Day 21: Egg Rolls!

I WANT FREAKIN EGG ROLLS! And i can't stand the agony of waiting for them to come out of the oven..... so here is the direct result of my agony

EGG ROLLS!

Delicious little logs of pure taste
Crispy shells, delicate as frost
Savory sausage spicy and juicy
Crunchy cole slaw
Acting like coffee straws
As it mixes the fiesta of flavors
To top it off drape the flavorful dynamite
In an animal free duck sauce
And you will understand
Why I think the government should forget H1N1
And concentrate on what's important
Time machines
Because I can't stand the 30 minutes
Floating in flavor limbo
And my wife won't let me pick at it.....
Out of a primal necessity for sustenance
A coupe may rise and rescue
The captured comrades roasting at a sweltering
350 degrees
they'll never talk
But they weren't meant to
They were made to keep you from talking
From saying anything other than
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Day 20: The Giant Ape vs. The Golden Goat

Ok so this one is kind of cool. It's really fun to read aloud, like the literary equivalent of maraca music

THE GIANT APE VS. THE GOLDEN GOAT

Twitter pitter patter ever fatter grows the golden goat
Bleating on the freezing evening steaming causing seething smoke
Screaming sickening obscene things flinging frosty gilded glares
Feeding on the teaming fleeing watching with a vacant stare
Astounding primate pounding rings resounding quaking humble homes
As a dashing furry flashing quickly rounds the rubbled roads
Fighting scratching biting each one vying trying to control
Butting punching cutting bone break crunching strangle holds on throats
Falling barely brawling breathing crawling badly bent in two
Finally the fighting ceased finishing the furious feud

Day 19: Cellophane Man

I don’t know if I can take anymore
I’m chompin at the bit
Waitin for my time to come
But it isn’t comin quick
Shit I’m startin to loose my sanity
Every word in my vocabulary
Slowly replaced with profanity
Screamin out as loud as I can
Middle fingers flyin high
In my right and left hands
And I stand like a dam
About to collapse
The strain of holding water
Bout to make my back snap
Into two no amount of glue
Will ever mend again
The broken heart the broken will
The shell of skin on this skeleton
Stretched paper thin
Milky white
Thin enough
to let in light
But not enough to show just who I am
So roll me into sheets
As thin as you can
I’m whoever you want me to be
I’m the cellophane man

Day 18: Do You Know What The Color Of Hope Is?

Do you know what the color of hope is?
I can tell you what it's not.
It's not the dirty gray
Of the everyday city block
It's not the craggy white
The peaks of litter on the streets
It's not the burnt orange rust
On deserted playground swings
It's not the pale gold
Of post its with endless to dos
It's not the blurred black ink
Of prison yard tattoos
It's not the luminous shock of red
Of endless tail lights up ahead
It's not the murky amber hue
Of the six packs cashed just before bed
It's not the puffy purple bags
Of eyes in need of sleep
It's not the sickly green
Of stack of fives and tens and twenties
I'd tell you what color hope was
But I honestly don't know
Hope has left this place without a trace
Many years ago...

Day 17: Pennyless

I sat down with only the first two lines of this in my head, but I'm really happy with how it turned out.

PENNYLESS

I am penyless
With a heart full of gold
Rock solid soul
That won't be sold
I got holes in my shoes
From places I've been
Riches to rags
Been happy ever since
Nonsense can sense
Every ounce of cents
And grows and feeds
Until it's all been spent
And the question that's asked
Is where did it go
Was it squandered on trash
Or was it meant for more
Every penny that i'm given
Is a penny I don't own
So I put the penny down
On helping someone grow
I don't need my pennies
I shine with out the copper
I'm never without happiness
With joy like a gobstopper
Neverending never ceasing
Only increasing as it's spent
Empty pockets helping hands
Pennyless, but heaven cent.

Day 16: Wondering If Life Holds Anything More

I've lost focus
Finding solace in the hopeless
Dirty soapless
Unable to unyoke this

Chain around my neck
Worry runs unchecked
But I'm collared to the grindstone
So I follow all the steps

I've stepped before
Making rings in the dirt floor
Wondering if this life
Holds anything more

Wondering if this life
Holds anything more

Day 15: You Said

You said sit

and so I sat

Until the weeds overgrew

The place I was at



You said jump

So I jumped high

As my legs would take me

And I jumped through the night



You said run

So I ran like the wind

And I never slowed down

As my feet lost skin



You said swim

So I dove head first

And I swam across the seas

Till dying of thirst



You said drink

So I drank deep

Until I couldn't hold more

And I sprang a leak


And you said love

So I loved with abandon

And in following you

I helped heal the planet

Day 14: Lead Me On

When I'm lost and confused
And my world spins around
When I can't make sense of up or down
When everything permanent seems to be gone
Lead me on

When I'm finally settled
In a place I call home
When I'm comfortable and able to stand on my own
When every word spoken is sung in song
Lead me on

When I'm just too spent
To take another step
When my heart has atrophied inside of my chest
When all of my strength has been overdrawn
Lead me on

Day 13: The Flesh of My Tongue

Sick again today so i'm pulling something I wrote a month ago....

The flesh of my tongue
Is the skin of a drum
I exhale beats like
Barum pumpum pum
I exhale beats like
Barum pumpum pum
When my heart beats fast
You move your feet son!

The flesh of my tongue
is the skin of a drum
I exhale beats like
Bumbum
Bumbum
I exhale beats like
Bumbum
Bumbum
When my heart beats slow
Pure meditation

The flesh of my tongue
is the skin of a drum
I exhale beats like
Boom boom pow
Boom boom pow
I exhale beats like
Boom boom pow
I sold my heart
For fast cash now!

The flesh of my tongue
Is the skin of a drum
But the soul sold out
No rhythm comes
The soul sold out
This drum is done.

Day 12: Stage Fright

STAGE FRIGHT

Illuminated
Suspended by photons in an energy maelstrom
Bombarded over every inch
As each light particle bounces
It takes a piece of me
As famished eyes suck in these fractured fragments of me
I freeze like I sat in a tank of liquid nitrogen
A cool 98.6 to absolute 0 in 1 second flat



12 down, 353 to go......

Day 11: You'll Never Be Alone Again

I’m here to heal you
To set you free again
Let me repair all those years
When hurt found a home
You were a slave to your sin
It was all that you’d known
Hold on tight
I’ve got big plans for you
I’ll make sure
To see you through
Wipe your tears
Hold on friend
Follow me home
You’ll never be alone again

It will be all right
It will be just fine
There’s nothing to fear
Because you’re mine

I’ll never let you down
I’ll never let you go
I’ve come to take you home
You’ll never be alone
Again

Day 10: Hang my Head

And I will hang my head
Let the sadness seep
Quiver as the slivers spit
From your lips puncture me.

And I will fall on my knees
Begging you to cease
But still you lash your tongue and smash
What will is left in me

And I will fall at your feet
Fighting just to breathe
You turn away as if to say
You mean nothing to me


Writtin to "I will hang my head low" by the Decemberists

Day 9: I walked

I stood on the edge of a beach
And stared into the sea
As the waves beat a rythm
And the gulls began to sing
"This is a nice place
But i bet there's more to see." I thought
So I walked

I sat upon some rocks
That had withstood the tide
And as each wave slapped each rock face
They didn't blink an eye
"I don't want to get caught up
In this rock and ocean fight." I thought
So I walked

I came across a tidal pool
Full of ocean life
Anemones, crabs, and fish
A most enchanting sight
"This truly is amazing
I wonder what else I'll find." I thought
So I walked

I came across a set of stairs
That traveled from the shore
Back up into the world I left
Full of cars and stores
"I don't like this world of greed
I can't relate anymore." I laughed
So I walked back.

Day 8: Fly Fly Bullet

Sorry, a day late because i was violently sick again.



Point. Click. Boom.
And so begins the ride
Spin Spin Spin
As you rush to snuff a life
Fly fly bullet
Fly into the night
Wherever it is you go
There someone will die

Day 7: Something's Missing

This poem was written while watching the movie "Australia"



Something is missing....

Do you feel it?
Seperation.
Do you feel the absence of the sand between your toes?
Of the mud sucking at your soles?
Do you sense the loss of laughter caused by the grass tickling your instep?

Do you smell it?
Sterilization.
Can you remember campfires late into the night?
The rush of pine needles in spring?
The cathartic scent after the rain?

Do you see it?
Tunnel vision.
Have you seen the sky lit up by the stars?
The dance of the flame?
The dew on the leaves?


Do you hear it?
Mechanical hum.
Can you recall the sound of silence?
Can you sing the song of the wind in the forest?
Or play the beat of the waves lapping the shore?

Something is missing...

Day 6: Microwave

Sorry this post is late. Been violently sick out here in california. So here is November 3rds post, a poem about microwaves.

Click
Shut the door
Beep
1 minute
Shake shake shake
Shaken Atom Syndrome
Bing
Open sesame
mmmmmm


sad i know. Not every post can be deep when you do a new one a day.

Day 5: Riot Control

It's been too long
Locked in the cage
Pacing like a tiger
Treated like a slave
Little left to lose
A whole lot more to gain
Late at night when the guard drifts off
The tiger slays. Escapes.
Drowning until
Grab the shark by the gills
Shoot to kill
Drink the blood till you've more than had your fill
Fight the light
Curse the dark
Flash. Ignite
You are the spark
Oil rag fire
Gas can of desire
Throw it from the rooftops
Watch how a broken heart drops
Time stops
Frozen clocks
Brandished glocks
Fighting cocks
This is a revolution
We're not gonna stop
Cause there ain't no riot
Like when shots get fired
And when shots get fired it don't stop
Jump off
Flames of fury
White hot
Hang the Jury
Knees drop
Never apologized
When you had the time
And now your time is up
This is a revolution
We're not gonna stop
Cause there ain't no riot
Like when shots get fired
And when shots get fired it don't stop.
This is a revolution
And we're not gonna stop
Cause there ain't no riot
Like when shots get fired
And when shots get fired it don't stop
Drop.


Written to "Reset" by Mute Math

Day 4: 20 Questions

So today I found a piece of paper that i wrote a poem on sometime in highschool. It's incredibly emo, but i like the feeling of reading it through.


20 Questions

When I get on my knees
Every night before bed
I get the impression
God missed what I said
Words of pain and confusion
Doubts and dread
So I stopped Praying
Playing 20 questions instead

One. What’s the deal?
Two. Where did you go?
Three. Why do I feel so cold and alone?
Four. Is this all part of some master plan?
Five. When will I ever feel whole again?

By now it’s shouts
That spill out from my mouth
As the anger rises
And the heart starts to pound

Six. How can I believe in the things that you said?
Seven. You got a reason I shouldn’t wish I was dead?
Eight. What is my purpose?
Nine. Where do I go?
I want to believe but my faith has run low.
Ten. Why can’t you prove that you really exist?
Eleven. How do I deal with the doubts on my lips?
Twelve. Is this a test?
Thirteen. Some kind of sick joke?
Fourteen. How do I keep from losing all hope?
Fifteen. Why do I cry myself to sleep every night?
Sixteen. Am I really that insignificant when viewed through your eyes?
Seventeen. How can I continue when the race is so long?
Eighteen. Where do I find the strength to be strong?
Nineteen. Have you heard what I said?
I scream through the tears

….where are you…..?
He responds, “I’m right here”