Choice Poem(s)

Choice Poems

Here are three poems I've written over the past two days in class, I'm submitting them as the "Poem[s] of [My] Choice."

Shot For Shot

Shot for shot
These bullets rip through me
And it’s impossible to stand tall through it all
When this back supports a mountain
As the shattering precision in a voice
Pierces with such intent
With such malice, that it could put any bullet to shame

Yet I surrender
To nothing
And run
From no one
“These scars will fade, fight on.”

Believe I’m trying to fight for what I believe in,
But I’ve become near-catatonic
From going through the motions, again and again
I’m trying my hardest, but I know I can’t win.

At what time have you lost the war:
When you first fall,
Or when you can’t get back up?

Yet I surrender
To nothing
And run
From no one
“These scars will fade, fight on.”

Believe I’m trying to fight for what I believe in,
But I’ve become near-catatonic
From going through the motions, again and again
I’m trying my hardest, but I know I can’t win.

Yet I surrender
To nothing
And run
From no one
“These scars will fade, fight on.”


Oh, The Irony

The day is over
But time is meaningless to me
In a drunken stupor, I rehearse this as I walk the streets

So far from sober
Kept company by loneliness
Could you put me back together?
It seems I’ve become quite the mess.

There’s an image burned in the back of my eyes
Second face is failure if you play for first prize
Oh, the irony

The street lights shine over
As if to further mute this silence
And come tomorrow I may forget all these words meant.

I can’t keep drinking
But I think I just might
Because everything’s looking much darker tonight

There’s an image burned in the back of my eyes
Second face is failure if you play for first prize
Oh, the irony

The weight of my words, nothing could compare
But it’s hard to speak when I’m choking on air
Oh, the irony

I feel like I'm walking on a wire
And I feel like no one can relate
I deserve better
But I could care less
I’m getting too caught up in this

I feel like I'm walking on a wire
And I feel like no one can relate
I deserve better
But I could care less
I’m getting too caught up in this

There’s an image burned in the back of my eyes
Second face is failure if you play for first prize
Oh, the irony

The weight of my words, nothing could compare
But it’s hard to speak when I’m choking on air
Oh, the irony

There’s an image burned in the back of my eyes
Second face is failure if you play for first prize
Oh, the irony

Oh, the irony.


Waiting For Things To Change

We’ve all fallen down before
We’ve all landed face first before
We’ve all seen things we didn’t want to see
We’ve all been things we didn’t want to be

Some things just make me sick
And I’m tired of dealing with it
It’s more than I can take
And I’m so tired of staying up late
Waiting for things to change

Everyone’s face is painted
Everyone’s trying to hide themselves
I shouldn’t need paint thinner just to see
What everyone around me is really thinking

Some things just make me sick
And I’m tired of dealing with it
It’s more than I can take

Some things just make me sick
And I’m tired of dealing with it
I’m so tired of staying up late
Waiting for things to change