final take 2

Can't write emo poems,
they bring you nothing but thoughts;
of change,
unavoidable change.
What can we do my friend?
The thing we brought upon ourself.
Its empty.
All Clear Signal

Ears are tired.
I've heard this before.
Can't comprehend at 4 am in the moring.
And all i wanna do,
is sleep,
wake up to a whole new day,
new house,
almost 19,
almost there,
changed.

God, i'm gonna miss everything, this, that, you.

dry

She sat there looking at us;
hoping that the good student in us
would somehow wake up.
From the sleepy eyes she put to sleep,
with her slang-ed accent, mouth that stretched too wide.
Eager to impart her knowledge which our hands scribble down.
page after page, filled with useless diagrams and techniques,
about the competition of molecular weights, polarity and non.

Stuffed in our bleached coats,
roasting for her final test
but cher' we're not touching no acid
no burner's gonna burn our hair
and i'm only wearing my specs
cos well i'm scared your spit might just reach me,
and maybe well, it masks the only window.

But I'm looking at you, miss
and i can see right through you.
and all you really want
is for us to do our best.
Tempers may flare and that pressure is cooking
but we're trying, cher', really really.
its just the table top looks a lot more comfortable right now.

Black feet,
by the dust of years ago.
Hidden by the rocks of laziness,
we struck treasure and then we forgot,
forget the forgotten,
pictures of the past;
numerous burnt cds from the days of illegal rampage.
Tears at the corners of my eyes.

we tiptoe through the dust,
not wanting to wake the sleeping sealed boxes.
'They must be tired from carrying all that together'
i close my eyes,

and try to recall the ones they call memories.
these things tell a story and yet we discard like water.
what am i thinking.

19,
great.

and before we know it it'll be next week, i'll be older and in a new house.

stick

I mean it, i promise.
Always tell you, i don't need you
but i forgot to say out loud, how beautiful you really are.

float

We're on different levels,
i'm don't know where i am.
Rushing through everything,
never time to sit down and look,
to people-watch,
to look at you,
blinking your pretty eyes at me.

but i'm breathing,
you know you hear.
yet we're somehow floating;
through this life as if normal.

I'm not thinking,
what you're thinking,
cos its not something you think about.
when your mind is here on earth.