Poems- 2/17/09

Jimmy

I'm just wasting time wondering

About all the things that could go wrong

I'd like to fix this world somehow

Find someone to lead us now

So many problems in our lives

Causing us to split and break and fall

Away from days gone by
You walk this lonely road, well,
I'm calling it my home

The broken dreams make my pillow and

The empty sighs are the stars above my bed

I've been left behind far too many times

And I'm done wasting my life watching MTV all night

Nobody calls me anymore
My heart is learning to close the door

I don't need you
You say you don't need me

Then what causes you to listen to me while you fall asleep?
You're just a stupid kid and I'm a lifeless drone

Fueled by the hope to hear the ringing of the telephone
How did we get to this?
This world of great demise

I thought this was supposed to be the dawning of our lives?
I guess it's all too much, too little, too late
America's finally been resigned to her fate

So just sit down and ignore this please

Live your life like all the hopeless 9-5s

Give up your hopes and dreams

'Cause in the end we all turn out the same

And nobody's going to remember our names.

Mirror

This compromise is killing me

The screaming of my mind makes my ears bleed

I see the look in your eyes
You're tired of living this lie

Long-shot dreams and faded memories

Stare back at me

Winding road after winding road

Endless night after endless night

You don't want to let it show

But deep inside you're growing tired

Of all your failed attempts 

At reviving anarchy

Your glory days are over, kid

And they haven't even begun

This is the life you've chosen for yourself

This is the lie I keep telling myself

To lull me back to sleep.

East 12th Street

My mind is a torrid scene

So many songs, thoughts and dreams

Tangled up into one hot mess

Of rebellion and failed attempts at pleasantness

Don't look directly into my eyes

Don't be fooled by all the compulsive lies
Stay away from the history of my victories and wins
Stand too close and you just might fall in

Run fast from the rhythmic beating of my heart

Remember that not all beautiful things are truly art

So keep walking, sweetheart, and do your very best

Not to end up just like all the rest.