Rachel doesn’t notice me,
She likes this other guy.
I guess it’s not surprising
I can see the reason why:
He’s kind of cool and talented.
So it cannot be helped:
And hell, I like him better
Than I think I like
Myself
Rachel doesn’t notice me,
She likes this other guy.
I guess it’s not surprising
I can see the reason why:
He’s kind of cool and talented.
So it cannot be helped:
And hell, I like him better
Than I think I like
Myself
[This poem has been edited, and modified from it’s original version. Let’s say “to fit your screen”. – Owen]
If I could take this universe
And put it in a jar,
I’d save this sky for you to see
Whenever I am far
Away, across the galaxy,
Where I must roam to live:
This sky is yours; I give it you –
It’s all I have
To give
I have these
Fugitive visions
They come and go like
Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves
I see you in them
I seem us in them
But the fantasy that burns within me
Burns out
Before I ever
Get a chance
To see your face
Love is the worst –
Everyone agrees –
But then we all want to have it –
Even though it’s horrible –
Let’s go get some ice cream
The lies I have are full of dreams,
The goals I have are very far;
I cannot help the way I think,
You cannot help the way you are
But as the crocus floats in bloom,
You soar out where the sun meets sky;
And if I stare too long at you
My heart goes blind, and so do I
I can’t believe I’m here, and that you’re here.
You’re far too beautiful for me, I fear —
You radiance — it melts my very heart;
Which starts to freeze whenever we’re apart.
I’ll never, ever, ever show you this:
The way I felt enslaved with just one kiss.
The way I want to touch you, every day —
I never knew that I could feel this way.
But this all just sounds desperate, I know —
And so, these words are ones I’ll never show.
I’ll wait a while before next time I call —
And hope you never see how bad I fall.
This dating thing is very strange
It’s changed from what it was:
I seem to be more popular.
Perhaps that is because
I have a job now, and a child.
It’s nothing that I’ve said:
I don’t think I’m more interesting
But they’re more
Interested
Massages are better than sex
Because
I can pay for a massage without
Ending up in prison
Or married
Or both
But I can’t afford a massage
What I can afford
Is a beer
Six, to be exact
So, they are accompanying me home
Where they will do their best
To massage my conscience