A Drop In The Pond

Hello again everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. Mine was quite alright. But it seems I've had a good bit of inspiration so far. So I was able to continue riding the wave. This song was inspired after listening to a healthy heaping of Dave Gahan's second solo album, "Hourglass." It's a beautifully, moody album, and always has an impact on me when I listen to it. But as much as I love that album, tonight, I found myself listening to the two specific songs, which were "Saw Something," and the song "21 Days." Those gave me the spark I needed to start writing. The result was what you are about to read. This poem is called, "A Drop In The Pond." And while that phrase is usually associated with the ocean, the title popped into my head, and I preferred the way it sounded, so I went with it. And the poem is basically written from a sort of defiant perspective. It's about a person who keeps trying to come back into your life, despite having left numerous times, and always having things be on their terms. So no matter how calm your life gets after their departure, they seemingly always come back and make waves. And their sincerity is like a drop in the pond. It makes a small ripple at the time, but it always dissipates and disappears, eventually. Just like them. So the poem is written from the perspective of acknowledging that history, and telling them to stay gone this time. But enough of my rambling. I'll let you get to the poem now. Thanks in advance for reading all of this. It means more than you all will ever know.

"A Drop In The Pond"
2012

I'm just a little disturbed
And annoyed by the fact
That you're still coming around
And performing the act
That we've all come to know
Is getting tired with age
So I'm just closing the book
Instead of turning the page
'Cause it's the same old story
You've been telling for years
And it's starting to bore me
And hurt the both of my ears
But you keep on repeating
What's still understood
Claiming that I'd be an addict
'Cause your loving's so good
But you keep crashing the cloud
That I'm floating upon
By throwing a stone in the sky
Then I look and you're gone
And this message from you
Is like a drop in the pond
It's never enough
Or even close to beyond
So do us a favor
And just take it back... take it back...
Now tell me, am I as high as a bird
Or getting close to a god
'Cause if you're asking me
My perspective is flawed
Because all that I know
Is getting tired with age
So I'm just closing the book
Instead of turning the page
'Cause it's the same old story
You've been telling for years
And it's starting to bore me
And hurt the both of my ears
But you keep on repeating
What's still understood
Claiming that I'd be an addict
'Cause your loving's so good
But you keep crashing the cloud
That I'm floating upon
By throwing a stone in the sky
Then I look and you're gone
And this message from you
Is like a drop in the pond
It's never enough
Or even close to beyond
So do us a favor
And just take it back... take it back...
'Cause you've built your city in sand
While ignoring the tide
And then come crying to me
In the hopes I'll provide
Some form of redemption
As I help you rebuild
Ignoring the hole in my soul
That you'd supposedly fill
And like the fool that I am
I tend to believe you a bit
And get caught up in motions
Then I'm deep in your shit
With no way to clean
These stains on my pride
For being the boy with a wish
That let you inside
And it's the same old story
That I've been telling for years
How you're starting to bore me
And hurt the both of my ears
And I keep on repeating
What's still understood
The fact that you never let me
Feel your loving so good
But you keep crashing the cloud
That I'm floating upon
By throwing a stone in the sky
Then I look and you're gone
And this message from you
Is like a drop in the pond
It's never enough
Or even close to beyond
So do us a favor
And just take it back... take it back...
Tell me, how are my wounds
Ever going to heal
When you keep coming back
To cause me to feel
Every ounce of the pain
That I've buried within
And say the three little words
That will cut me again
And spill the blood from the heart
You were trying to win
But you upped and left
And that's the greatest of sins
Now you choose to return
In the hopes we'll resume
Our stoking the flames
Aimed at consuming this room
But it's the same old story
That I've been telling for years
Girl, you're starting to bore me
And hurt the both of my ears
So keep on repeating
What's still understood
The fact that I no longer love you
So start leaving for good
'Cause you keep crashing the cloud
That I'm floating upon
By throwing a stone in the sky
Then I look and you're gone
And this message from you
Is like a drop in the pond
It's never enough
Or even close to beyond
So do us a favor
And just take it back... take it back...

Apocalyptic Disappointment

Hello everyone. Knowing that today is indeed Christmas Eve, I hope these words find you in great health and even better spirits. I was finally struck by some inspiration late last night, so I began to write, and continued well into the wee hours of this morning. So know that I am writing this, literally, a few minutes after finishing this poem. As you all know, the world was supposed to end a few days ago. Which, most of us knew was a crock of shit, but some people still believed it. Anyways, that so-called "near miss" is the topic of this new poem that I have written. It's a piece that I've called, "Apocalyptic Disappointment." And the title itself, is a double entendré, of sorts. See, the poem starts off as a sort of commentary on these people who have either predicted or believed prophecies about the world ending, and my enjoyment of them being disappointed by it not happening. And the second theme of the poem, which will (hopefully) develop as you read it, is that a certain person, who shall remain nameless, has in the narrator's eyes, themselves become an apocalyptic disappointment to him. So he goes about recounting her past advice and taking enjoyment in another failed relationship for her, which, through her own melodramatic disposition, she treats as her own personal end of the world scenario. So there it is. Hopefully the poem will make sense now. Sorry for rambling there. But thank you all for taking the time to read this. It means more than you will ever know. And in case, I don't get a chance to update before then, I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! (Now keep scrolling and read the poem! lol. And don't be shy about spreading the word to your friends about my blog either.)

 

"Apocalyptic Disappointment"
2012

It seems I have indeed awaken
Having rose before the sun
But I had a feeling that this day
Would be like any other one
For the sky was just a little dark
But bloomed into the brightest shade
Of blue that there has ever been
And I have witnessed it displayed
But there was a lot of chatter
On the little glowing screen
About impending cataclysms
And things they have foreseen
But for every false prediction
I have cracked a smile
And for every prophecy
My laughter went the extra mile
'Cause we're so very eager
To wait and see the bitter end
That we'll follow any seller
Who's masquerading as a friend
But it seems I have indeed awaken
And I'm counting every cloud
That will surely dissipate
With every prayer that's said aloud
But they're recounted by the ones
Who believed the ancient texts
And were getting things in order
Since they knew what was coming next
And they engaged in a lot of chatter
On the little glowing screen
About impending cataclysms
And things they have foreseen
But for every false prediction
I have cracked a smile
And for every prophecy
My laughter went the extra mile
'Cause we're so very eager
To wait and see the bitter end
That we'll follow any seller
Who's masquerading as a friend
But girl, it's time to look beyond the veil
'Cause there's more than what you see
And now my mind is sitting sail
To where it is supposed to be
And with some patience I will raise
The anchors from the floor
And I'd shower you with praise
For now and evermore
And this man would gladly sing
If the words would sound as pure
As they did upon your lips
When you said that I'll endure
This apocalypse at hand
When I'm losing sight of land
Trying not to drown inside a sea
That killed who I've tried to be
But will another savior rise
To pull me out of this
Not knowing that here before my eyes
I've seen the death of bliss
Caused by the cavalcade of chatter
On the little glowing screen
About impending cataclysms
And things they have foreseen
But for every false prediction
I have cracked a smile
And for every prophecy
My laughter went the extra mile
'Cause we're so very eager
To wait and see the bitter end
That we'll follow any seller
Who's masquerading as a friend
But if we took time to look beyond the wall
We'd see horizons start to blur
'Cause Mother Nature wants revenge
For all we've done to her
And there's no fool among us now
Who could ever disagree
And say we don't deserve
All that's come to be
But now this man will gladly sing
Hoping the words will sound as pure
As they did upon your lips
When I say we will find a cure
For our sense of disappointment
Since the end was not at hand
And we never drowned inside a sea
Nor ever lost our sight of land
But maybe another generation
Will still have room to rise
And one day pull us out of this
As I fight the tears inside my eyes
Knowing the world could have ended
And you would've left me here alone
Because you were far too busy
Making sure the world's attention was your own
By simply adding to the chatter
On the little glowing screen
About the latest cataclysm
You were too blind to have foreseen
But for your every false prediction
I have cracked a smile
And for your every prophecy
My laughter went the extra mile
'Cause you were so very eager
To say your new love would never end
That you followed the latest seller
Who was masquerading as a friend...

Dreams To Life

Hello everyone. Well, it's that time again. I have (finally) written and completed a new piece. This one came about after I dealt with some slight frustration. This poem started out from a few lines I came up with at work a few weeks ago. I had it typed up and had an almost complete poem built around it, but then, despite my constant file saving, my computer froze. And after it was restarted, I found that the only thing I managed to save was a blank document. So needless to say, I was quite mad and slightly depressed over losing this piece. But the few lines I had memorized, were retyped, and what I came up with here is a completely different piece than what was intended. The premise of the poem changed from being two ex-lovers unknowingly longing for each other, to a more singular and direct version of an unrequited attraction. The poem can seem a little dark and a little erotic in parts, and these tones were intentional. With me being the kind of guy who is lucky enough to have quite a bit of female friends, but unfortunately, only ever be friends with all of them, it was quite easy to draw from experience here, and picture certain ones in particular as I wrote this piece. And also listening to the Deftones quite loudly on my ipod, got me a in dark/erotic/creative frame of mind too, lol.

So enough of my rambling, here it is...

"Dreams To Life"
2012

On the days I'm not fond of life
I will tend to close my eyes
Trying to forget the ache of strife
And to pacify a mind with lies
But reality is seeping in
Like the brightest shade of light
And this bed I'm sleeping in
Seems its' emptiest tonight
But there's no difference made
When we call a spade a spade
'Cause dear I have been weighed
And still found wanting you
So if I told you a secret
Would you be able to keep it
'Cause there's this thing that I do
When I'm thinking of you
And if I'm at home
And I feel so alone
Then I reach for your picture
And I make you my own
But it's on days like this
That I'm not fond of truth
'Cause it stains displays of bliss
With signs of fleeting youth
And the lines upon my face
Are both subtle and profound
Yet there's still time to waste
As I picture your clothing on the ground
But there's no difference made
When we call a spade a spade
'Cause dear I have been weighed
And still found wanting you
So if I told you a secret
Would you be able to keep it
'Cause there's this thing that I do
When I'm thinking of you
And if I'm at home
And I feel so alone
Then I reach for your picture
And I make you my own
Girl, it's on days like this
That I really do believe
That I'm preferring dreams to life
And I'm so easy to deceive
'Cause you'd never feel for me
The way I feel for you
But when I close my eyes
You'll love me 'til I'm through
And whether you do regard
Me as any kind of friend
It'll never be enough
So don't expect me to pretend
That I am ever satisfied
In any role beside your king
'Cause another part of me has died
And yet you barely see a thing
'Cause your stare is occupied
By some other wretched soul
And yet it's only thoughts of you
That can seem to make me whole
So if my hand's moving to a rhythm
Please don't think me any less
Since it's only in my mind
That I'll get underneath your dress
And if this revelation
Makes you feel any sort of way
Know I've dreamed and bended you
In every single sort of way
And when my head hit the pillow
And my eyes closed to night
I was then the lucky fellow
Who could feel your love was tight
But there's still no difference made
When we call a spade a spade
My dear I have been weighed
And still found wanting you
And here I've told you a secret
But you're unable to keep it
'Cause there's nothing I can do
That will ever win me you
So now I'm stuck here at the home
In which I've always felt alone
And I'm reaching for your picture
And I intend make you my own
But darling, tell me what's a picture
When the subject is compared
To this state of loneliness
Whose hold is cold and bare
And know when I close my eyes
Your face is everywhere
And while you're far beyond my reach
These words are far beyond your care
Hopefully someday,
That will change...