Oh man, this is humiliating.

[sawdust restaurants]

But I found this disk, stuck it in the hard drive ... and, well, since some of you seem to think I have no sense of humor about myself, let the Chris' Middle School Poetry Posting begin!

"Untitled 1"

When you're feeling low
And nothing's going right
Take solace in my arms
I'll hold you through the night

You think nobody cares
But that just isn't true
For me, there's noone else
I hold all my love for you

'Cause if you were a star
You'd be the brightest in the sky
And if you were an angel
God himself would give you wings to fly

Words cannot describe
How much you mean to me
Without you, I am nothing
You bring me ecstasy

Love, please don't cry now
You just don't understand
How many people love you
Why don't you comprehend?

Please release that knife
You've got above your wrist
Why would you do that, girl
Remember when we kissed;

We kissed, and you meant it
You were still happy then
You're reduced to pity now
Please, make the sadness end

It hurts to see you mope
And scream about your life
So let's end the dreamless sleep
End the anger, end the strife

We'll fly to a better place
Just you and me and love
We'll drink to many happy years
We could never get enough

Until then, let's be merry
Let's smile and let's forget
About our misery and pain
And leave behind regret.

[sawdust restaurants]

"Untitled 3"

With all the falsification that the media brings
It's amazing how they even survive;
They hold our world on puppet strings
But that's how they make their money and thrive

They sell our kids cheap sex and booze
And glorify those who smoke a bowl
So in the end of the game, it's society - we lose
While their quarterly earnings become more whole

Not to imply that all communication is wrong
That's the farthest thing from the truth
But perversion sells on TV and in song
And the target audience for this crap is our youth

Now, I don't mind that South Park is a hilarious show
But it bothers me that children are exploited
Just use some sense and let all your kids know
That show's Comedy Central's idea of toying with you

So strike up the bands and bring out the sets
But let's unify together for a single cause:
Prevent our children from becoming mere pets
In a world where the media has some dire flaws.

[sawdust restaurants]

"Untitled 5" (oh man this one has an SP allusion)

Here we go again
The echoes of the fallen
Are ringing in my head
The voices in my ears
Refuse to go silently

It's funny how that works out to be.
You chastize me, chuckle towards me
You tell me I'm worthless?
Well, maybe I am, but I fight and bleed
And I bleed my way to a winning steak

You're incapable of matching me
In any slight way
I'm impervious to your lances
You're defenseless against mine
Wake up and realize it before it's too late

Drive your fancy cars
Deposit money in your bank accounts
Do you think that impresses me?
Dream on, I barely even notice
What - did you really think otherwise?

Because while you've only got fantasies
All of mine are already realities
You can't function like I can
I have the talent of transfering all my faith
To something besides an effigy

So drape all of your flags
And wave all of your guns
I knew the solitude of heart
Long before you, my friend,
Were little more than a thought

But I don't care; the masses don't matter
Because this is for my true friend
And my true friend is me.
I've always believed this:
Love yourself more than anybody else...

Yes, I fear that I am ordinary
Living and dying in my sorrows
But at least I'm better off than you'll ever be
Fabricated dreams and twisted stories
Such a pity someone so smart is such a fool.

[sawdust restaurants]

"Untitled 6"


I stood there
And kinda stared,
Like really tiredly,
At the floor.

Knowing you're not here
Because of some white guy
In a pointy cap
Who decided that...

That all the niggers were going to die.
What's their problem anyway?
I was white,
You were black.

But who gives a fuck?
Love's what matters.
We were deeply in love
You shouldn't have died.

But you did,
Because some people are too
Dense to realize that
People are people.

Not white, not black.
Not Jew, not Protestant.
Not even man or woman.
Dammit, they're _people_.

One day, maybe we'll realize this.
One day, this earth will be
A great place to live.
I hope I live to see that day.

I can't tell myself
With all honesty that I think I will, though.
Isn't it a shame?

[sawdust restaurants]

"Left Me Praying" (a breakup poem even though I was like 12 and wouldn't have a girlfriend for another 3 1/2 years)

I thought it was the anger in my heart
But I think now it was the sorrow in my soul
Your words, they hit me like a dart
And in my mind they left a growing hole

I figured that maybe the pain'd go away
Knew for a fact that you were wrong
You left me praying, kneeling by my bed
Till I thought about it, and now I have to say
That you were right; for now I sing this song

For you I'd've crawled through hell and back
Satan himself wouldn't be able to deter me
But that all went away with one little smack
And when I heard the keys jingling, I knew you were free

I bawled my eyes out, but the hurt remained
Stared at the knife in my hand with utter dread
For a minute, I lost it, I went insane

I'm smiling down on you from heaven now
Or at least I think that's where I just passed by
Damned if I know, all I can do is frown
You cost me my life, but I can't hate you, can I?

[sawdust restaurants]

I Wish I Had a Valentine (just realized there shouldn't be quotes around the titles)

I wish I had a valentine
Somebody to hold dear
Somebody to call my girlfriend
Somebody to relate my fear

I wish I had a lovely girl
Somebody who loved me too
Somebody who could cheer me with a smile
And erase my melancholy moods

I wish I had a sweety-pie
Somebody who gave me a high
Somebody as sweet as fine wine
Somebody in whose arms, I could die

I wish I had a valentine
Somebody who cared about me too
I wish I had a valentine
I wish it was someone like you.

[sawdust restaurants]

Flower Picking

She picks her flowers:
"He loves me? He loves me not;
He loves me? Ah, such sympathy!
He loves me, so I am doomed
Lost in a land where angels dare not tread;
Lost to love
And love is such the type of thing
That feels so lonely on the outside
But is a poison lying dormant when it sleeps
That's when reality sets in;
That's where fantasies begin
Because it's all eternally connected
By a bond no force on Earth used to be able to break -
Yet it is broken so often!
Is the force growing weaker?
Or are the links on the chains rusting?

He picks his flowers:
"She loves me? She loves me not;
She loves me? Ah, such sympathy!
Wait, stop - what am I saying?
Don't I have any chance?
Is this just another random occurance -
No, lest I die in pain, let it be real
Real for myself, real for the one who is mine;
For even though love, it's such a tiresome thing
Sometimes the ancient art can ascend the mountain,
Reach the top,
And place two firm feet on the ground
And if a mountain is conquered,
It's not really a mountain anymore
Just another hurdle that's been leapt.
For this, after all,
Is the stuff true dreams are fabricated by;
The stuff that assures
We shall awaken tomorrow
Not stricken but anxious
For the sun has risen, the day is new."

[sawdust restaurants]

Untitled 25 ... the sad thing is, this poem is awful, yet there is progression from the first one.

Watch the world spin round and round
With violent tumult. Faster! Faster!
To bury mischief underground
Eloping from this sad disaster;

To violate the sanctity
Of decretals and rosaries
Inserted into hell with glee
To blaspheme sacred chastity.

[Eulogy]

Tee hee.

Those made me smile.

STOP. YOU'RE KILLING ME.

[sawdust restaurants]

Ooh! I remember this one. My attempt to write like Sylvia Plath back when I didn't think she was an obnoxious twatess. The sad thing is, it won first prize in my school's literary magazine back when we only had 9th and 10th graders at our school. Well actually, I guess it's not that bad, but it's bad enough.

Heroin

Above me stands a girl, whimpering, weeping;
I gaze awkwardly as she slopes downward and shivers.
A surreptitious tear falls to the floor,
And for a moment, I become incredibly guilt-stricken.
For I have mastered the girl, eradicating her ambition
And furthering her tale of self-denial.

But quickly, this emotion fades away,
As I cannot find fault in myself.
Reasoning declares that I am pure and stagnant. I hold no demons.
I merely perform the deeds which are requested of me:

To enhance a girl's sense of experience;
To send vision-blurring collagen coursing through her veins;
To blur the edges of reality and bring fantasy to fruition.

I am the attacker,
But I have not willfully taken the girl hostage;
I merely aid her self-inflicted desecration.

Upon reaching this realization, guilt gives way to sympathy;
An odd sort of sympathy for the devil's advocate,
Playing the violin in her symphony of destruction.

[sawdust restaurants]

Originally posted by Mr. Rhinoceros
STOP. YOU'RE KILLING ME.

Hey, the entire point is for people to smile/laugh. I currently am enjoying the hell out of myself reading all of these. There's like fifty of them.

[Fattening Ass]

Its like a Suze Thread

[sawdust restaurants]

OH MY FUCKING GOD ROOFLEMANIA

The Stupid, Pointless Rap Song

i go to mcdonalds and i eat like biggie
change my name to david bowie and i dress like ziggy
all the fly girls come running to my door
like courtney love i'm a teenage whore
my whole life is full of ghetto lust
i guess like queen i'm gonna bite the dust
i have a little sister and a little brother kevin
like robert plant i'm on a stairway to heaven
my beatboxin' parties shake the whole hood's roof
like eric cartman we eat a bunch of cheesy poofs
like anthony kiedis i'm under the bridge
drinkin' water from the ceiling and vino from the fridge
like andy kauffman i'm a man on the moon
i eat a lot of yogurt with my silver spoon
all the ladies like this brotha' because i never fail
like tom frickin' green, my bum is on the rail

this is the chorus.
this is the chorus.
this is my hook.
this is my hook.

this is the chorus.
this is the chorus.
this is my hook.
this is my hook.

ladies and gentlemen, get your asses up for:
THE DISS VERSE!

michael jordan runs away when i pick up a ball
'cause like the gallagher brothers i'm a wonderwall
i'm fresher than the fresh prince and cool as hell
'cause will smith sucks so bad he oughta be in jail
fred durst is a jackass and he needs to lose some weight
he talks about the nookie but he can't get a date
i'd like to give props to eminem, slim shady
white guys rap too, and on top we gets more ladies
i wish all those boy bands would just go away
'cause i got more talent than backstreet's got hair spray
yo, i heard lewinsky's workin' for jenny craig
what's up with that? she made my tv run away!
one more look at britney spears and i think i'm gonna hurl
if i had that much freakin' silicone _i'd_ be a sexy girl
nobody can escape this white chocolate's wrath
so never piss me off or else you'll join the bloodbath.

this is the chorus.
this is the chorus.
this is my hook.
this is my hook.

this is the chorus.
this is the chorus.
this is my hook.
this is my hook.

[Affect]

Cause it's suicide, suicide, then you die.

[Affect]

Deep as the plot to amateur gay porn.

[sawdust restaurants]

Originally posted by Fattening Ass
Its like a Suze Thread

Yeah, except these are:

a) not good poems
b) written by me
c) written in my formative, depressed years

and thus

d) funny

Suze's poetry threads are kinda neat, and she has good taste, but rarely are they ever funny.

[Junebug]

I liked the line about bleeding your way to a winning steak or something bemahahahah. Fantastic!

[sawdust restaurants]

Originally posted by Junebug
I liked the line about bleeding your way to a winning steak or something bemahahahah. Fantastic!

maybe that's supposed to say winning streak.

...

or maybe not.

[Human Replica Droid]

Holy crap. Your middle school poetry is SO much better than mine.

[powered by pear]

thats what i was thinking.

you wrote this in middle school??

[Geek USA]

change my name to david bowie and i dress like ziggy


ih! haha

[Smiley33]

YOU TAKE YOUR NAME FROM A FAMOUS POEM AND THEN YOU WRITE THESE POEMZ? KALJFAKL;S OMG

oh fuck. i will never show anyone my poetry i wrote when i was 14. it got published in some literary magazines, and it is the most retarded, depressing shit in the world.

[Eulogy]

Did everyone other than me write poetry in middle school??

[shaniqua]

5/5

[noir cat]

Originally posted by Affect
Deep as the plot to amateur gay porn.

IT'S THE BHG.

Awwwww.
At age 14 I would have probably fell for the poet types.
I was kind of one, but not really because I sucked so bad, OMG it was terrible.

[DeadSwan]

ok. this is terrible. i have some from when i was what...16? it doesn't matter. it's all the same.

the shame, oh, the shame


I’m sorry to be dull skin,
Blue smoke, false teeth and ashes.
A head above or light-years behind, trailing, lagging, running….
My arms have twisted up inside their roots and I sit, cold as a tree.



I
Am
A
Pure Gold Ashtray.
Watch Me Smoking
.

I have given you the colors of my mind,
My arms, my lips-
Given you what failed to save me,
My heart.
Silent.

ON BEING FELINE
I have crept inside a living thing.
I have moved stealthily, my feet like a cat’s
And found a place where no one was looking.
Out of curiosity-
And Like a cat
I am nine times dead.

EXCERPT FROM A SEMI-MODULATED IMAGINARY PHONE CALL
Oh. No. So you’re…
Go?
But I need….
Ok, we’ll see…
Tomorrow?

CONSTRUCTOR
Haven’t you fixed yourself yet?
I’ve been hanging in the rafters, shshhh
As you pick and pull, bind with the glue,
Undo with the fork,
Tamper, tamper, tamper.
Sinew-here! And a modest glance-there!
I suppose you’re nearly done.
A lion, A GOD, my growing cobwebs…
Just look up,
And brush me off.


AROUND THE BEND…
You can go forwards if you like.
I am here, right behind.
But if you turn around---


LIPSANDFINGERSANDLEAVESANDGRASS

Lips and fingers and leaves and grass
Smell and melt of sky
I like naked here, in July

BRICK WALL FOR A THICK GIRL
I am married in pink.
I can see the scenery fall.
I cannot think.
Red moon rushing,
Brick wall..

I AM A BOTTOMLESS OCEAN INFINITELY DEEP AND QUIET AND DARK BUT YOUR LIGHT REACHES ME
I
Am
A
Bottomless
Ocean.
Infinitely
Deep
And Quiet
And Dark
But
Your
Light
Reaches
Me

UP-TEMPO
In light, in paralysis,
In SCREAMING! I need
…something….you’ve done it
no breathing.
Not willing, not paying,
You’re saying…
Not dying, living.
“So, you love me?”


Beautiful Things Happen To Beautiful People

My head has craned, oh so instant and not yet imagining the flash and crank,
Guitars feeling and the dancers in the wind.


REAL ASTROLOGY
Mish-mashed up in the stars little Scorpion flicks with a flash-
He points at your house.


THERE ARE NO THINGS BUT GOOD THINGS WHEN ALL IS SILENT
Your heart is kept in a box.
It sleeps under my bed and does not make a sound.
Except for when I wish it to, that is.


POINSETTA

Eat me up, my wicked petals.
They decorate your room so well.
Poisoned love, but I made a pretty scene, didn’t I?

SNAPDRAGON

Bark, bark HISSSSSSS
Wake up, wake up, we need to sleep.
It is the only way we can talk.
Shut up, SHUT UP! I need to hear you speak.


BACK AND FORTH IN AN AIRPORT HANGER SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHWEST

Please gentlemen, do not push me.
I am gentle and covert-a blushing naif….and yes,
I will not rush.
To this gate or the next.


FOOD FOR THOUGHT
What good does this do…
Folks, feel free to answer…
Bite and chew at tasty thoughts, a lovely morsel!
Please, my friends-devour! Savor!
This will add the flavor…

SCREAMING INTO A PAPER CUP
In the hands of god and children it will be carried away,
And not where it ought.

[Samsa]

i like your poems meghan