3 more poems from my blogger: http://bzkoss236.blogspot.com/
: No More Mr. Nice Guy? :
Nice guys finish last
Falling from a broken mast
Whip the crew, swab the deck
Why do I work with a broken neck
Clearly things don't go my way
Even during a really nice day
Something always goes wrong
It usually doesn't take too long
The time has come to play a tune
In which I'm not a shriveled prune
But one in which I stand high
And look up into the sky
Looking for my own bright star
To mask my life's biggest scar
Too bright to see, the truth is much
But not hot nor cold to the finger's touch
My mind is ready, but my heart not so
When will I be able to end its woe
I ask, I plead, I pray, I cry
But never do I see him try
To aid in my long fought fight
For what I want to be right
No justice for the meek, no hope for the kind
All of this is what is in my mind
I see no end, no winning chime
And all my love is lost in time
Given to those who do not care
That I'm drowning, gasping for air
Looking out into the night
I see the great owl take its flight
It has no care, It has no plea
All it cares is to be able to see
See the prey which it does stalk
No desire to hear a weary person talk
I talk of my troubles for all to see
But never do I receive courtesy
I'll end it here, for if I carry on
I may miss my chance, it may be gone.
: Problems :Millions of problems
they never seem to stop
and when I cannot fix them
I feel my heart drop
I try to do my best
and make others happy
but when I finish what I've done
I always feel crappy
I make others smile
and I tend to smile too
but I'm really only sad
that I can't do what I want to
I keep my issues to myself
and hide them in my mind
but when I try to avoid them
it is me they always find
I fell alone in this world
though there's people around me
my problems started as a seed
but now they've become a tree
They've rooted in my world
like that of ivy vines
but I can't reveal my problems
because my friend always whines
I help them with their problems
and ease up inside
but my life is one hell
of a bumpy ass ride
Hills aplenty
hills galore
my mind's gone
out the door
: No one is there: Why do I always get the short end of the stick.
Nothing is ever my pick.
I look around and all I see
is everyone being happier than me.
I see them smile, I see them grin,
playing and dancing, spreading sin.
I look away to the other side
and by the same rules as the others they too abide.
And I'm left alone, in the middle of it all
with no room to move, only fall.
Try as I may, try as I might,
I am constantly losing my will to fight.
With people all around me drenched in sin,
with their sex and their raves, my patience runs thin.
Would I be better off if I did the same,
if I went against my own rules, could I lose blame.
If I did as they all do,
would I be better off, would I make it through.
As I sit alone
with an unplugged phone,
and no will to care anymore,
drifting away from the social shore,
watching the land fade away,
as does the rest of the day.
All by myself with no one else with me,
no one around that I can see.
Wishing there was someone there
that would take and bear
to be with someone like I,
who when they see me breathes a great sigh,
and shows happiness in their eyes.
That would be a surprise,
because it they couldn't exist,
because I've already endured everyone's fist,
and never once have I found
someone like that around.
And now I sit all alone under a tree
of grief and misery,
and pay my dues to the man whom I
thought would see eye to eye.
But he's not there.
There's only and empty chair.
So I'll just sit here and die,
under the darkened sky,
and wait for they who do not exist,
and continue to endure the world's cruelest fist.
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