so i went looking through my old poems

deadnothingbetter

and i found the one i thought was best. i probably wrote this when i was 16 or 17. can't really tell but i'm a bit surprised at how cool it sounds. i just think i used words that sound a bit cliche at times... not compared to the most recent things i've written. i'm not entirely sure what i wrote it for... but anywho... here it is

Failing Dreams

How did we quench our thirst,
With this barren desert?
Dreams that led to nowhere
We slept so long in this restless night
I was floating far away into a dream
Synchronized by reality
A glimpse that burned my heart
Captured my eyes with lust
I saw you – almost dead, but so alive –
And I carried you
When I awoke you vanished
A white cold story
Burning with fire in my heart
That someday I’ll find you
And begin my dream again
How did my kin find life
With this dead covered wasteland?
Dreams that lead to nowhere
We dreamt so long in this barren land

deadnothingbetter

How far?
It's been way too long
This way to your heart
I'm almost there
But my faith is poison

Too bad
I'm stuck in this place
Not there but it's not worth it
To stay here
Cause your looks are deceipt

And my pain is joy
And my lip is a knife
I'm killing you
Killing you with love
You think otherwise of passion
And say it's obsession
I wasted my time

Now gone
And you are centered
My faith is now withered
But strength is my flaw
I am to break my fall
On my own
I won't be undone

And my smile is bitter
Cause you say so
And my life is dead
You are alive, I guess
That's what you said
Go on, live with hate
Such a wasted breath
But I speak loud with my death
As you said

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i personally think my style has mature... better than this crap. just my opinion. any thoughts?

deadnote

it sounds creepy
and it scares me
it sounds to me like
if i read this at home
alone on my computer
id haave to stay up
all night

it sounds as if
you are a god
and that my prayer
against my death
there is no compare
it sounds as if im better
off living alone
without nourishment
without sunday

im a little tired
i have so many things
for this web to seal me
away but werent you
there in the beginning
knowing that i would fail
time and time again

when all i want is to die for something good
you get smart
and kill me something beyond the lines
of jesus

deadnothingbetter

yes, my lines were sad and cruel
but alas my wretchedness
it no longer quarrels with my emotions

i am speedy
and nourishment is a requirement
for growth and success
to be free with others
and most importantly yourself

afterall, i was still a teenager
angst was a part of me
and if there was any contempt
against you
or intent
to persecute you
or malnourish your esteem
forgive me

you have not failed
and yea though we have
rarely carried any conference
i admire your wit

but i do have to ask
where do you gather
that i speak in riddles of jesus
and pretend to be god?

deadnote

you ever hitched a ride before
round southern mich

thats good jesus means something to you
but not enough to be truthfull

for me its like going to aa boston detroit bassketball game and pierce is in blue


this night is a tattoo

deadnothingbetter

nay
the rain will come and wash the tattoo
and the night will be clouds
and stars will be covered

like the orson welles frenzy
in 1938
it's all a joke

deadnothingbetter

oh,
i'm a spurs fan