Awake and Dreaming

It isn’t fair, I’m laying there Tossing, turning, up in a fright I need to rest, but look, my chest Mile minutes can’t describe what is happening tonight My thoughts are all on you And I don’t know what to do I just want to hold onto this thing thats fine’ly given light Where’d you … More Awake and Dreaming

Generation Jaded

Let’s look back You know, real far Let’s look at us See how we are Angry crusades? Alright, I guess Pick up those pieces you all left Now jihad, we need one, right? We all need reasons for a fight 🙄 For Allah! For God above! But wait! Wait, we all preach to love Turn … More Generation Jaded

The Crystal Ball

Trapped inside a crystal ball, I know where this is leading to Nothing shatters that which matters, what matters is just me and you Let this boiling water come to simmer, love, let it cool down You know me and I know you and there’s no reason for that frown Calm Just wait I know … More The Crystal Ball

Here

I don’t care where you have been For your past, or any sin All that matters is right now and that you’re here with me today All the feelings now upon us You can tell me – just be honest I know I’ll feel the same no matter what you think you’ll say I’ve been … More Here

My Pweematry

In the 10th grade my English teacher taught me very much Like how to read and write real good and grammar things and such But one thing that eluded me was how it always seemed to seem That she struggled with this word so much, she called a poem: “pweem” “What’s this” you ask? “What’s … More My Pweematry

Lie Awake

Alone tonight, can’t sleep, it’s true Cause all my thoughts, well, they’re on you Where’d you come from? Souls amiss You know, I didn’t plan for this Never thought of fonder things My mind has all these wanderings Keep it focused But wait, one sec That hug you gave around my neck It stayed with … More Lie Awake

Poe’s a Pimp

Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see Who whispered “I know you know you want me” How’s that? She asked “Come on now, please” “They drip on my drip: POEtry” A mystery, his ladder’s rung None knew whereabouts Poe hung Still, secretly, bards’ gossip sung Pit pend’lums weren’t all that he swung That’s all it’d take … More Poe’s a Pimp

My Small Sparrow

Days of old, days anew Days we have to think things through There is no shame in loss, regret We do the things we can, and yet Something else is always there Something else to burden, bear Something that we set our eyes Something reaching to the skies No one knows what lies ahead The … More My Small Sparrow