Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Words You Said One Time

The words that you once said I have disposed of
But they haven't left their place in my mind
I don't have to think idly for long
Before they are all I know
The words you said one time
Hurt as you were
The words you said one time
Hurting me now
All my hope drained
Clinging to
I don't even know what

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

These are the days I have longed for

These are the days I have longed for
The time that I sought to be
This is the place I so desired
The home where I felt free
This is all I really wanted
A state where I was happy
These aren't the days I imagined
They are a whole lot more crappy

Monday, August 29, 2011

The carpet I stood on

The carpet I stood on
Was a very fine rug
Soft and fuzzy
But just a little tug
Has pulled me back
And I'm falling down
It won't be long
'Til I hit the ground
Crashing so hard
Hurting throughout
An immense pain
There's no doubt
And I don't know how
And I don't know when
But I can't wait
'Til I'm better again

Thursday, August 25, 2011

I was once excited

I was once excited when I thought about returning
I dreamed of relieving the days I had before
When it comes down to living in reality though
One must realize that the past is gone
The future will come and it will come quickly
I will go along for the ride
I always shall have my memories of what has been
But I will take for granted their reprise no more
I will be in the same place I have known
On a different day a brand new dawn
And so I've now come to accept something
It may not be the same people standing by my side

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A Shallow Judgment

To you I am just a nerd
Head built for books
"Chester Arthur" my keyword
But I'll have you know I'm more than that
To you I am just this beard
A silly little thing
A person really quite weird
But I'll have you know I'm more than that
To you I am just sarcastic
A vitriolic beast
With cruelty levels most drastic
But I'll have you know I'm more than that
Take all that someone has
And the person is the sum
Don't assume they're great
Don't assume they're scum
Judge only for who they are
And for who they could become

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Here I Stand

The ground is not strong
And the world shakes
But here I stand
The rain comes pouring
And thunder roars
But here I stand
The wind whips by
And trees bow
But here I stand
My friends slip away
And I am alone
Only then will I fall

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Excitement for the Time to Come

Only a week
Then I'll be back
Just seven days
'Til I'm on that track
160 hours about
When I shall be gay
For the time has come
McDaniel, here comes Jay

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Frustration With Poetry

I know I won't make my goal
And writing is such a bore
Though I continue to push myself
And endure this month-long chore
Poetry is effective when I mean it
But otherwise so bland
And I still do this exercise
For reasons I can't understand
Just wait until you're inspired
That's what makes sense
Still I find myself writing
So surely I'm incredibly dense
When I mean what I say
Then I'm a good writer
But this worthless push
Makes me to poetry a fighter
We battle with each other
And sometimes I win
But what comes out is like kazoo
Far from a divine violin
Battling for the words
Is meaningless pain
In which the quality is lost
For only quantity's gain

Friday, August 19, 2011


A time to get away
Relax and unwind
No worries in the world
So carefree
Simmering in the sun
Responsibly protected
(by SPF 50)
I'll never go home
I'm not inclined
So I'll be at the beach forever
Enjoying the lovely wind

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Talentless Work

I know the truth deep in my heart
And in the shallow parts too
I haven't got that much talent
Certainly no more than you
I try to make myself as a poet
Though it's a real fight
I still feel like I should try
And I am now with all my might
I am not doing very well
And I probably should quit
But I without poetry
What would I have
I try to pretend I'm more
And that this is good
I still know I'm not great
That I've long understood

Friday, August 12, 2011

Old Friend

I really can't believe it.
There she is just feet away!
We were together quite a bit,
And during our recess we'd play.

She was a good friend,
And I wasn't bad either.
But now we've passed our end.
Who will greet the other? Neither.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dreams Can't Compare

Tonight I shall sleep
Pleased with my day
An amazing time
Perfect in every way

Laughs and food
And friendship of course
Together the recipe
For a healing force

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Rubik's Cube

A Rubik's Cube is easy
You can solve it
With simple formulas
And math behind each turn

Life is more difficult
There's no solution
No systematic approach
And only guesswork to go by

Tuesday, August 9, 2011


Time has tried to help us avoid it
But still too often it is I who end up in the fight
And you who find yourself hurt
So I wish it was only our schedules that were conflicting

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Friends First

Maybe it doesn't matter what I do
Things aren't perfect either way
The key is what happens with me and you
For together, happy I'll stay
We are not defined by one choice
It doesn't matter what I do
Ultimately, I will rejoice
In what happens with me and you

Saturday, August 6, 2011

I Have Failed You, Experience

Did I not learn a single thing from the first time?
How can I be as stupid as I was before?
I should know how to handle things better now
But I'm utterly worthless once more.

Stunned without a plan
No ideas
No chance
To scared to even act
No response

No romance?

My Secret

How can I justify keeping this from you?
Still, I can't defend just saying it.
It's eating at me and I don't know what to do.
Both solutions are quite unfit.

Pick the lesser of these two evils, I understand.
But how will I decide the tamer one?
For now I must choose not to say it, to hide my hand.
But maybe sometime I can sit down to talk with you about this secret.

A creative, lighthearted poem

Write, I must write,
And get it done today.
Something jolly and fun
To make my readers gay.
They deserve a laugh,
Or at least a hearty chuckle.
But what shall I write of,
A honeysuckle belt buckle?
Of course not, that wouldn't work,
How'd I get an idea so stupid?
Perhaps then I should write
A quick limerick about Cupid?
Even worse than before!
Suppose I'll glance around the room.
Look at that white paint,
A door, a tie, a worn down broom.
Nothing here is worth
A whole poem to itself.
Perhaps there's inspiration
Lying just over on the bookshelf?
Struck out yet again there
And now I'm just stuck.
That's always how it goes,
It's just my poor luck.
Guess I'll have to write about nothing
Maybe that will satisfy.
Oh dear, who am I kidding?
I need a topic to get me by.
I suppose I've let down my fans
And shown my lack of skill.
I should've just written a serious poem
About an oral contraceptive pill.

Friday, August 5, 2011

On my Knees, Begging

Down on my knees
Begging for things to change
Can't accept this fate
Give me anything else
Change my life
Just not this please not this
I really hate cleaning these floors

Thursday, August 4, 2011

All I Could Need

I need only three things
Give me comfort
Something to do
And my friends

Give me comfort
That I might be calm
And wait for

Something to do
Somewhere to be
Some place with me

And my friends
Who always give me
All I could need

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Fond Memories

With nothing to do
I sit back
And think to the days of ol'
I treasure the times
That I've had
With my friends and a nacho bowl
The mornings when
We would sit around
And play on some guitars
And the days spent
Lying in the grass
Talking for hours beneath the stars
The recesses spent
Playing tag or chasing the girls
And how about the time
You talked about
The nipples on squirrels
On second thought
I rescind that
The last bit wasn't very good
But the rest of it
These memories
I'd relive if only I could

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Death Afar

How do you deal with the loss of a friend?

Can you push away the memories?
Sit alone in a dark corner where you pretend
That they're still alive
And you'll hear from them soon?
Shall you go out and play with others
Under the light of that night's waning moon?


Her life was too short
That damned lunatic took her out
How could a man do such a thing?
She was only sixteen
She had so much left to do
She had just as much a right to life as me and you!

How do you deal with the loss of a friend?


Dedicated to the memory of Margrethe Bøyum Kløven and all killed in Norway on July 22, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

Peano Curve

One dimensional
The humble line
Such a bore
Yearning always
It still aspires
To be more

A majestic square
In two dimensions
It must be
So it bends
And it turns
Filled with glee

Other lines look
Their mouths agape
It has changed
Formed anew
Into a shape