Poetry: Part 2

[Typhoid]

i'll say it now...im gonna double post..

I wrote this one a couple of months ago..( it took me about 10 minutes..and yes its supposed to be the way it is)

------------Saphrophite (Apples and Oranges)----


Hardballs comin round the bend,
a tear so big its hard to mend,
Curveballs comin up the hill,
divebomb straight and down, it will,
fire burnin at my feet,
feelin that i wanna meet,
apple with a sour taste,
but the orange makes good case,

Bugs crawlin up my skin,
gotta get 'em with a pin,
tennents bangin on the door,
girlfriends bangin on the floor,
alright and shake your head,
while your sleepin in my bed,
voices wont leave the top,
penguins are always hot,
cameras flashin in my face,
light should go and find its place,
needles pokin in my skin,
but i will not let 'em in,
fire burnin at my feet,
a feelin that i wanna meet,
apple with a sour taste,
but the orange makes good case.

[Typhoid]

Now the second one....to complete the double post..

---------Downslide-----------------------

Am i the one whos goin crazy,
cuz ive been hearin voices lately,
never know what theyre gonna say,
but i'll listen anyway

need the rush, feel the fever,
goin crazy, need to see her,
tender lips and soft soft skin,
i think im goin crazy again,

i need to know what shes gonna say,
she wouldnt tell me anyway,
the voices creepin through my skin,
think im slidin down again,

need the rush, feel the fever,
goin crazy, need to see her,
tender lips and soft soft skin,
i think im goin crazy again,

downslides creepin up on me,
dont know what its gonna be,
cant remember what i said,
so i'll go crazy instead,

need the rush, feel the fever,
goin crazy, need to see her,
tender lips and soft soft skin,
im goin crazy again.


(please be gentile...and theese were meant to be songs, not poems.)

[The Germanator]

I wrote a poem recently for poetry class, yeah...it's lame, but what the hell.. Untitled.

Battle of the bands,
freshman year.
Don’t remember who booed,
Don’t remember who cheered.

I wore a motorcycle helmet,
with red, white, and blue stripes to make me appear gallant.
Though if you must know,
it was more to cover up for a lack of talent.

I think my favorite moment was,
when we covered the theme to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
Or maybe it was when Nick faked a seizure,
and we pushed him out on a wheelchair.

So that ended the show,
with the crowd and its blank face.
We must not have offended the judges,
because we got second place.

[Typhoid]

This might be the dreaded triple post...i didnt want to make all of this one post, cuz it'd be too damn long


-------------Nowhere-------------

You broke my heart,
sawed it up,
you fell asleep,
filled the cup,
worry gets places,
killing sad faces,
yellin, screamin, all in meanin,
getting nowhere fast,

You scared the skies,
scared the man,
you played me stupid,
its hit the fan,
worry not no more,
take it in for score,
carpets are killin me,
somethings come to see,
yellin from the stairs,
fightin in the pairs,
fists are in the ground,
just to hear the sound,
worry gets places,
killing sad faces,
yellin, screamin, all in meanin,
getting nowhere fast.

[Vampyr]

Update:

48 Months

Adulthood is creeping at your door,
And I can't stand these thoughts any more.
Despite my fear,
The good-bye flames are going to burn you away from here.

And I sang:
How will you change?
Will you have forgotten the pain,
After spending four long years in the rain,
Will you still be the same?

Will you remember me,
When I'm lost in your web of memories?

Will I become that lost warrior of your heart,
as the salty waves wash by,
and push us oceans apart?

When you see the stars,
Will they still remind you of me?
Or will I be burnt
Into your invisible scars?

How will you change?
Will you have forgotten the pain,
After spending four long years in the rain,
Will you still be the same?

Will you still know me,
If I clipped both my wings?
Will you still call me a friend,
If you find me lying broken at the end?

Will my hands still be able to make you laugh?
Will you still look like my old photograph?
Will your wondering words still captivate?
Will your blissful beauty still resonate?

How will you change,
Will you have forgotten the pain,
After spending four long years in the rain,
Will you still be the same?

Down the road and around the curve,
When reality and love cause us to swerve,
Will you still think that we were wise?
Or will you continue to tell the lies?

You hold your self-rightous lantern above your head,
While the fallen angels echo the songs of the dead.
When your eyes glaze over with the knowledge of tomorrow,
Will you remember yesterday's sorrow?

How will you change?
Will you have forgotten the pain,
After spending four long years in the rain,
Will you still be the same?

[Typhoid]

Good jaerb..