A Collection

Oldies

 

 

Deceitful Memories

Lying all the time

Always to my face

Your sweet smile doesn’t fool me

You may not be trying to hurt me

But you’re not helping me either

I’ve extended my hand

Many, many times

Just trying to fix this

But you ten to bit back

And not take the offer

What is your issue?

All I want is for us to be friends

And all you want is for me to disappear

 

 

The Bank Boy

Sitting here

In this chair

With nothing to do but think

Then you walk in

Your smile breezing its way

Through with an elegance

Sliding up to the counter

Playing your charm

The teller blushing and laughing

I don’t know your name

I’ve never seen you before

But your presence fills the room

With a soft memory

Then the music fades

And you walk off the stage

 

 

Regrets

A stained knife clattering to the floor

The murderer slinking slowly away

Victims lying on the ground in despair

Hurt, pain, and destruction are everywhere

The troubled help each other up

Stumbling through their days

While a smirk lies on my face

My pain, my hurt, NOW YOU FEEL IT!

I am the king! I am on top! I won this game!

No one can stop me now.

Go on, I dare you to try!

Their tears fuel the fire

Stop telling me I’m wrong!

Why are you still fighting me?

I know I’m right damn it!

That murderer is staring at me

Through the mirrors reflection

Those victims were my closest friends

Oh God, what have I done?

 

 

Looking Up From the Ground

Nothing is ever good enough

I try so hard to impress

Why do I do this?

It tears me down

And raises you up

Do you feel that you’re better than me?

The praises and riches get sent towards your way

And I’m sitting here with a fake smile on my face

Yes you are great

Mighty and wonderful

Keep looking down on me

My small little self

All the way here on the ground

  

 

The Beat

This pounding in my chest keeps me going

This steady beat of mine stays strong

It gets fasted and faster

Louder as I go

Can anyone hear this?

It’s moved to my brain

Speeding up quickly

Each step of mine keeping time with the beat

I collapse and shut my eyes

But the beat keeps going

On and on

Ba-bump Ba-bump

Author's Note

A collection of some really old poetry of mine I found.