Cliffs

A Poem by John

Friendship is a beautiful thing, but rivalry is much more pleasurable.

Give me a world that’s nowhere without hope

and I’ll give you a world where there is no hope.

When people start laying the blame

it’s time to start laying the blame

above the jerk circling, wave-running,

bandwagon-hopping scene

and mall core teens.

If my fingers won’t freeze

But the cannon's still firing,

Does that mean I’m too cold

Or is the thermostat still rising?

Rugrats rollin’ down

The Saturday morning
cartoon purgatory,

Lined up behind Cat-Dog
and the mysterious
Dexter’s Laboratory.

Wake up, head aches,

Think that I may have just
taken too many last night,

But the colors of the rainbow

Leave their stain on the roof

Of my tongue,

In the ache in my head,

Before moving on.

Realize, oh s**t, High School’s

Been over for three years now
and I’m still wearing the same
backpack for kicks or just
to make a point that no one

wants to hear, no one
wants to fear the reaper,
but they’re more than willing
to fear the reefer without
even smelling the embers.

But that’s the same old song
that everyone’s been listening
to every day, maybe some day
I’ll come up with something
worth noticing,
listening,
whistling along to

as I watch you bop down the street,

and you’re getting s**t

for being too white

to listen to this type

of music.
Or too tall to be wearing those pants,
or just because tattoos aren't on my hands

and

piercings don’t reveal themselves to mankind,

I’m not okay to represent, or be represented.

Or maybe I'm just spending too much time
on my knees, no, pervert, just repenting.

I don’t swing that way but
don’t care if you do, just
stop trying to impress an
imaginary God that we all
know everyone’s lying about
and hope that there’s

someone else out

there that wants
to watch,

maybe sit back and
eat some intergalactic popcorn
while the credits roll,

so they can use my life story
to bust a move on their
intergalactic date, she's so pretty,

and my train of thought is really

out of whack

not on crack

but maybe something stronger still,

something that would make you ill,

but I've adapted to the pain,

and I have let it let me gain

strength, confidence,