Humdehum... these were all written at approximately the same time... which seems to have been somewhere around 11 pm on New Years' Day. Actually, the first two might have been written the day before, but who knows (all saved to the same file, you see).

Enjoy.

Comments, etc, appreciated as always.


"gifting"

these moments you give me
that take me apart
and put me back together again
the wrong way
i cherish them every moment
i cherish them every day

"effort"

i got some rope
tie it tight
i got a knife
some cloth
a kite
i bet i can fly
you bet that i can't
guess i'll have to
guess i'll just have to try
it sure has been nice
wasting all your time
but it's gone by it's
time to fly

"breakdown by analysis"

sedate me in an attempt to tame me
dave thinks if you try hard enough
you could probably make me
into another one of your smiling
zombies
the trick is not to try
it's to let me do it on my own
let me break my own pride
down into another set of chemical
lies
d-n-a, yeah, sing it
g-e-n-e, i forget how to spell it
genetics!
yeah


"frustration/love"

find a flaw
dig beneath your skin
i want to be a part of
you won't let me in
let me take
your problems away
chew them up and spit in
your eyes are so gray
so blue so much a part
of everything i don't know
but want a piece of you and
your presence makes me slow.

"deadlines"

eleven pm
and i really shouldn't wait
sleep's calling nyquil's running
school's tomorrow and can't be
late
couldn't you show up
just a little sooner these days
need your miracle need your cynical
want your you but sleep can't
wait.

Roaming eyes, evil eyes, eyes that shine,
Is this merely a fated sign?
Blue eyes, Brown eyes, Green eyes, Red.
I'll stop this poem and go to bed.

To Die Again By Arcane Angel

Oh but to die again,
Would be such a wonderful rest
To many it would seem but a feign
But to me it would be a vigorous death.

To lie beneath the cold dark Earth,
To sleep with my long lost companion
Would make this life seem but worth,
No more then the fallen grain of sand.

Though rest is a much-needed desire,
I long for your vampiric touch,
Your fangs did please my burning fires,
But now my fire burns too much.

I am but a lost broken soul,
You have left forgotten in the living plane,
Now I live my life to pay the toll,
Longing to retire to death again.

Haiku

Your haikus are bad
Stop slogging the board, Dougie,
with your poor counting.

Don't use Reagan's skin!
Writing-paper for haikus
can be found elsewhere.

Thinking of You

Life ain't as bad
As it used to be
Thinking of you
Lying next to me

Life is looking up
Didn't think it could
Thinking of you
Makes me feel so good

Life is getting better
You know, I know
Thinking of you
Everywhere I go

Life ain't as bad
As it used to be
Thinking of you
Makes me see

That life's gotten a whole lot better
Since you're here with me

'Snake'

As she slithers down the street
Someone silent states
She has the eyes of a snake

(Scales are nothing
You can't weigh jealousy
Or wickedness, or greed)

As for her fangs, she bares
Them in a snarling retort,
In a knowing smirk
To those who would tear
Her tinted lips from her
Broken, beautiful face

And she is writhing,
And she is screaming,
And she is filled with the venom
She once drove into the veins
Of those she hated; Her evil
Returned upon her threefold

(All good deeds may go
Unrewarded but never does an evil
Escape the eyes of the Heavens)

As she slinks down the sewers
Searching a sudden solace
Someone somewhere snickers

She has the eyes of a snake.

Jai!

See? Your not perfect.
Can't you feel whats wrong?
You delude yourself.
No, honestly, stop it.
Here, let me help you along.

Your problem is not inconsistency.
But urges that bother you constantly.
How do you expect to seperate
Your mind from the body it operates?

I suggest you take time to think
and to meditate.
To ponder
and with someone speculate.

Perhaps in time you will see
The world is an illusion
And me,
Will all my contemplative poetry
Is no more then a fish in the sea,

Of conscious souls, none alike.