there once was a villager named lerk
who's duties he wanted to shirk
so posted all day
put his assignments away
and promptly was fired a work  

Numb

Okay, so, I had a pretty shitty weekend. Of course, it's because of a girl, it's always because of a girl. Now, this particular girl has always encouraged me to write, because she's all into the arts herself. So anway, had a bad weekend, female related troubles, and I actually found myself wanting to write about it, which I haven't done for a long time. So I wrote about it, and I felt somewhat better. Ain't that some shit? Anyway, bit of background; the weekend going poorly was her choice, though it's complicated; she thinks I'm not emotional, which is true; but she also thinks that what she did didn't particularly bother me, which isn't true. So, uh, I wrote this. Man, I'm expressing myself through poetry again. I hope this isn't a throwback to Ze Whiny Age. Also, the more I read this the less I like it, so I'm gonna post it now before I dislike it so much I won't display it.
Anyway,Numb
There’s a difference between strong and numb
I can hurt and remain dumb

Emotions are tricky, unstable, unpleasant
Generally speaking, better avoided
I turn to go and you stand there
I try not to crumble beneath your stare, try to speak
Worlds in your eyes,
Words in my throat
But banality fills the air

There’s a difference between pain and anger
I can feel pain without rancor.

I’m not a man to bitch and moan
I don’t shed tears, yelp about pain
So when the time has come to go
I’m afraid I cannot let you know, anything except
I’m sorry
Walk away
Don’t look back.

But don’t think because I don’t break down
I didn’t care.

There’s a difference between desire and deed
It’s about what you want, not what I need.

"Forget It"

Forget all the troubles
that you've had with me,
cuz baby, we were just
not meant to be.

Forget all the pain
that we've both gone through,
cuz baby, right now,
your whining just ain't cool.

Forget all the kisses
I used to give u,
cuz baby, our love
just ain't true.

Forget all the "I love you's"
we used to whisper to eachother
cuz baby, i really need
to find another.

Forget all the dreams
you said you had of us,
cuz baby, i want u to shut up so bad
that i wouldn't mind u being hit by a bus.

Forget all the memories
that we once had,
cuz baby, there could be no one else
but you, to make this relationship so bad.

Forget all the things I used to say
about loving you in every way
cuz baby, you ain't that pretty to look at
each and every day.

Forget all the things I wrote in this poem
about not loving you
cuz baby, i know you won't remember,
u'd rather remember how the sky is blue.

Forget all the things that I'll ever
say or do,
cuz baby, from now on,
you and me are through.

Love

It's not a poem. Hell, I'm not sure what to call it. I wrote it at 3 am last night, about 5 minutes after it popped into my head and I realised that if I didn't write it down I'd forget it by morning.

So if anyone knows what to call it, let me know.
Anyway, here it is:


What know I of love? I who've kept company with more comely maidens than angels could imagine. I who've woken many a time in the embrace of a lass met only in passing the eve before.
You ask me of love when I've slept in the arms of countless lovers. No, not lovers...lusters...whose arms speak of nothing but the desire for pleasure. Whose eyes look no further than the next morning. But to be held in the arms of a true lover, arms that speak of affection more eloquently than words, the merest touch being a promise of forever...
What know I of love? Sadly, not a thing...

"melancholy"

Because i am busy and never here and yes.
Here's the poem then eh.

*HUGS*

ugly yellow green bile
swish of a whip through the air
eyes half open three quarters closed
you and you and you
and somewhere here, i'm told
me.

old grey bleeding eyes
crack of two hundred bones in unison
mind opening and closing in unwanted spasms
you and you and you
and i remember everything i've seen, but
me.

deep blue screaming veins
garbled warble of talking heads
lungs grabbing listlessly for air to feed
you and you and you
and never, never bringing life to
me.

i long for a break to my silence, and
from lips too weak to open,
a perfectly choreographed sentence
dies, drown out again by melancholy,
ugly yellow green bilious waves.

nothing now.
nothing but
you and you and you
and somewhere here, guess there must be
me.

Untitled Longing

Would you listen to the rambling of a foolish man?
Would you let him tell his story and take his hand?
Could you see past all the pain that he's been through?
You can see it in his eyes - he's still in love with you

Would you listen to the reason of a guilty man?
Would you let him say he's sorry and understand?
Could you see past all the wrong that he has done?
You can see it in his eyes - you're still the only one

Would you listen to the pleading of a stupid man?
Would you let him hold you again and help him stand?
Could you see past all the tears that he has cried?
You can see it in his eyes - he knows he should've tried

The menu that you just described,
Brought me shouts of glee,
You have included some tasty morsels,
But these I'll bring to thee.
For the diet conscious munchers,
Afraid of excess fat,
I'll bring a basted and roasted,
Hairy-nosed wombat.
But for the non-diet conscious,
I'll look after you too,
I'll bring some char grilled variety,
Of Red Kangaroo.
And you delicate item lovers,
Please do not sespair,
For there'll be bandicoot,
Enough for all to share.
Then for the avarian fans,
I present to you,
A spicy bush variety of,
Sulphur crested cockatoo.
The there's the witchety grubs,
Cooked inside the coals,
I'll give you too some Barramundi,
Caught as they swam in shoals.
There'll be hot dingo pie,
And Bilby by the heap,
And the treaured marshmallow rabbit,
Our answer to the Peep.
So bring along your blanket,
And a friendly smile,
With all this delicious tucker,
We'll be here for quite a while.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz