Bed Sores.

I've got 76 inches and 88 keys, to get me where I wanna be. It's not enough, It's not enough.

I'll just swallow the trigger.

Yeah, I'll eat the bullet and toss the gun.

I was out of bread, so I started dropping hints

but then decided to get lost just for fun.

 

I wish my life was a black and white film,

so at least the colors would be coordinated

my life spread out across my bed sheets

remind me why I always feel so jaded.

 

At least I will not have to chew,

when my stomach gets so hollow

because I bit off just enough,

but never learned to swallow.

 

Busted Knuckles and saved text messages

are more than enough to put it plainly

I can hold on to a word much longer than faith

And hold on to pride longer than sanity.

 

Let's bust open the pen and let our skin soak up the ink

blur up all the lines so we won't have to think

Re-write this re-run and give it a new cast

but never film the ending, because daydreams never last.

 

We'll hold hands on the dusty pages of your favorite book

be happy while its happening, but hesitantly look

your shoulder will be a permanant holding place for your chin

Somehow I always knew you'd look back.

Yeah I knew you'd go back.

(I won't ever come back.)

 

This lie is stuck inside the parenthesis

like a soldier stuck in assassins cradle

I'm throwing up Jungle Juice and sketching

my thoughts on the top of this table.

 

I can't stand my own company

my eyes are open, but I refuse to see

I've never felt so god damn human

or any less willing to be.

 

Stray brain cells will split my head open

consider and convince me of their false evidence

bounce around until I preoccupy them all

with my own mis interpretation of loneliness.

 

Man, I'm like a roller coaster

but with way more headaches and much fewer thrills

scarfing down leftover chinese

and a gourmet meal of technicolored pills

 

These walls will take a beating

and my knuckles will start bleeding

and I'm speeding up my breathing

to slow my aging down.

  

I'd wake the ocean up,

If I didnt think the sand would call my bluff

I'd sleep all day at the shoreline

if sitting still wasnt so damn tough

 

It's been a long, long day.

 

I'll just swallow the trigger.

Yeah, I'll eat the bullet and toss the gun.

I was out of breadcrumbs, so I started dropping hints

but then decided to get lost just for fun.

Author's Note

This is what I get for wanting more.

This actually looks better on a page than it does on my guitar.

The picture is another one I took, but it's weird cause I took it completely on accident and now I love it.

deleted verses:
My ears begin to prickle
as my brain melts inside my skull
another saturday spent on masterbation
and half assed drum rolls

I am too poor to repair the damage
too broke to care either way
my teen angst has gotten the better of me
we both know I don't know real pain

I'm still a little shaky from last month's rage
but my mom keeps saying its just a phase
but until I forget my life and forget my name
I'm convinced this will come with any age.


Of all the classic American heartaches,
loneliness is one I'll never really master
but it's much easier to handle with a guitar
and much much easier when your plastered.

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

I've been re-reading your poems because it's the next best thing to hearing from you. I cannot overstate your talent. joe

[deactivated account. pl..]

This is really good.
Normally I hate things that rhyme, but I enjoyed this so much it took me the first three stanzas to realize it rhymed...
... then I felt stupid... and anyway.
back on task.
This is really well portrayed, I love the imagery it invokes, and the one line in parenthesis?
Perfection.

[Cherish Blackwell]

This is awesome.

[Periac]

absolutly amazing....I am 100 percent guilty of all such feelings......i was captivated by the clever words and the images you created....great great work

[An owl on the moon]

This is brilliant! Love the depth, the word plays, the dancing rhythm. Amazing work...

Craig

[Last Lying Look]

"Busted Knuckles and saved text messages
are more than enough to put it plainly
I can hold on to a word much longer than faith
And hold on to pride longer than sanity."
That part really struck home with me.
Love it.
-Elissa

[No More]

How sad. But written so well.

[Zatoichi]

Man, I'm like a roller coaster
but with way more headaches and much fewer thrills
scarfing down leftover chinese
and a gourmet meal of technicolored pills.

i like the whole poem but this is my favorite part, maybe because i was eating leftover chinese and 3 different colors of xanax when i read it (srsly).

while poking thru, i found a nit to pick. very minor.
last line of the 3rd stanza- if you drop the word "how" the meaning remains but the words flow a little better. like i said, very minor.

I can hold on to a word much longer than faith
And hold on to pride longer than sanity. another favorite because it is very insightful.

i'm glad to hear you're writing songs. maybe you always have been but you've only mentioned it recently.
i'm thinking i might oughta file all these messages and reviews so i'll have proof when i say "i knew her when..." Z

[[untitled]]

I really liked it! The lines themselves went together perfectly.
Though i am not familiar with what the content might be about, you can get mixed views on it.
It's good as it is... and yeah, taking the deleted part off was a good idea.

It would help listening to it. I'd make more sense, considering there might be emphasis on a few words.
You should keep it. this is a... well written piece that will shine over time (that is... if you let it have the time)

[Kaotic Barbie]

This is absolutely amazing. I love your writing.. Def. would make a good song if you got the voice! I love it.