Notes from the Past, Book IV

I Can See Right Through You:

Innocent as hell
He acts;
The perfect devil
In sheep's rosary

But I,
I can see right through you
Every move you make
Calculated

A closeted asshole
Certainly promising
For a snake
To be

And don't you worry
I've got plenty to say
You're a dick
Regardless if you even have one

The Perfect Poem:

Newtons third law of knives in the back
Patiently waiting for the next
Piss-poor joke to attack
It's so shitty I can't even connect

The river she flows
Upon a peaceful valley lain
Stuck in the throws
Of a doomed campaign

The most elegant thing
Mine eyes doth seen
Please would you bring
Something much less mean

I understand your reason, I understand your rhyme
What I don't understand is the worth of my time

Truth:

Sometimes the hardest thing to believe
Is the truth

How it ebbs and flows
Through and through
Stirring up tidal waves
From an earthquake

Truth is,
I cannot live without
Someone there
To tell me what's right

Even if it hurts a whole lot
And it's missed when it's gone
It's much better knowing
The truth

You bring the glass heart baby
I'll bring the earthquake
To tear it all down
Burn this city to the ground

Cause the earth is not a cold dead place
For last calls for lost souls
For martyrs and beggars
And thieves

Writing notes about the past
Reminds me of the truth
I wish I didn't learn

Even if it hurts a whole lot
I won't miss you when you're gone

Hello, Destruction:

Morning
All I see
Are lights
From an airplane
Oncoming traffic
Imminent danger
Indeed peril will come
Indeed, Destruction

Night
All I am
Is staring,
The lights are blinding
Back at me
Oncoming traffic
Imminent danger
Indeed peril will come
Indeed, bring Destruction

On a Friday:

Tonight I feel alive
Is the biggest lie
A four year strong
Waste of my time

But I'm not being pessimistic
Just honest with myself
What it is
And where it lies
The line in the sand
On a Friday night

The winds whip
Whistling wretched and sad
Thoughts like these
Are unhealthy
When they say to feel alive

Guess I never got the memo
All in ego I shall tremble
Vanity is for the rich;
Is it worth
The price you pay

Contradictions on a Friday
Tonight we feel alive

72 Hours:

Wake me or break me
The earth rotates
Like a top
Spinning sporadically
On this day

The night is young
Words slip off my tongue
Try me
Life's just too good

A curse:
My power to unmake
A poet;
My will to write
Lifts the spirits of everyone

In a mere 72 hours
(3 days for those
Mathematically challenged)
My turn to be in the spotlight

Time, a memory for those
Who can't see it pass
The laws of physics
And my refusal of its theories
Is troubling

So wake up
Go back to bed
Contradict
Do the pounce bounce
And say goodbye

We Came as Spartans:

As strong as I
Make myself out to be;
So nothing can ever
Truly see my weaknesses

Forever in my head
Never in my heart
Thoughts I think
Confuse
And diffuse in me

Being mindless, mindless
Might as well be
The best thing to be
For if nothing made sense
How could I ever imagine it

We came as Spartans
Shouting battle cries
And war-time basement lies
The longest path is the road
Back to square one

Stress beats down on me
Making it impossible to see
Incoherently
This blurry vision and burning passion
Inside of me

Visage of blinding light
Doth see to believe
Because the world revolves
On my every move,
Gravitates towards me

For life is wandering
Endlessly endless
Through space and time
Yearning for a reason
It's clear as fog

Just Breathe:

We're only human
Don't question our ideals
Our motives for madness
Or methods for melancholy

Life's too short
To care about all the shit
So just breathe
Relax, you'll be just fine

Stress, the enemy
Forcing me to be
Super attentive to everything
I do wrong
Every little fucking thing

Just breathe
The soothsayer repeats
(He can see the future after all
Doesn't mean he doesn't bullshit)

Number 30:
Before I begin this last poem in Notes from the Past, a 30 poem, 4 book introspective about life and experiences, I would like to explain. It is not meant to be taken lightly, as these were all written spontaneously to the feelings I felt that day. Not all of these poems are meant for one particular person, as the time frame of writing jumped in subject matter from one person to another. Some lines are taken from lyrics from songs, which is my inspiration. And without further adieu, I bring you the finale to Notes from the Past, Number 30.

We were meant to live
In threes

Wishing and wandering
Along the sidewalk
The old town flow
Disrupts these battered notes

I write
Each page
Like it's
My last
This time
I will
Complete
My goals

It's gold in my eyes
Pagan themes revisited
Passed the gleam and glitter
Of our shattered past

Reach out for
The black box rituals
Swearing in blood oaths and gambling boats
I make a milligram smile
And wait for a while

The tide rises
Rears its ugly head
And causes havoc
On the land

But I couldn't be happier
For I am Number 30,
In life
In love

Number three-zero
In perfect harmony
With the world
Now explain my madness

The end
Never felt so far off
I'm just chasing cars
In the nighttime sky

If true love holds true
I know we'll make it through

- Many thanks to Ice Nine Kills, Reliant K, Casual Wish, A Faylene Sky, Thrice, Brand New, Four Year Strong, Dance Gavin Dance, We Came as Romans, Oceana, From Autumn to Ashes, and Snow Patrol