Classic POTW

Christ, yesterday was sick...rather, I was sick, and stupid. Never again will I drink a drop of alcohol...on a tuesday. Don't you just love hearing from your friends all the shit you did when you were trashed and they were sober? Hey, remember how I said running down the halls is fun at three in the morning, and you were like, really, let me try? Or how you said you went to bed with Austin Powers? (I went to BENNINGTON and there was a guy named Austin Powers) Jesus Christ. Anyway, here's a poem:

Your face is like the sun
It's so beautiful that if I stare at it
for too long my eyes will bleed blood
But that doesn't matter to me
They already bleed tears every night
I'm without you. I take a sponge to bed
to wipe up the excess water
I get headaches every time I listen
to your voice, cause I just can't
fathom how much beauty is in it
The slightest whisper
induces spasms in my brain
throbbings in my head, beats in my heart
The mere thought of your beauty
Prevents my lungs from holding air
I choke on the atmosphere around me
I need you here
to help me keep in the air
Cause I can't breathe without you.

Anthony C, "Incapacitated"

Poem of the Week #8

Ah, the second month of POTW in it's new home. Fantastic, isn't it? OK, not really, I just have nothing else to say...maybe sometimes, it's just better to say nothing, right? Who knows, sometimes I just feel like I need an intro before I submit a poem on the site...but this week, let's let the poem speak for itself:

Fences surround his every action
He built them with his lies
When he talks, hate is their reaction
He’s the cause of all our despise
His life is filled with nothing but disaster
He sits at home and cries
His failed attempts filled with mocking laughter
Because he’s ostracized

He’s shut out from society
He liked to hang out with the guys
But when they questioned his credibility
His deceptions rised
He acts real cool and laughs all the time
But deep down it hurts inside
He hits the end of the day to find
A loss to his pride

Ballad of an ostracized man
Trying to do what he can
To make it through this world
With fists and fingers curled
Ballad of an ostracized man.
Anthony C, "Ballad Of An Ostracized Man"

A note about this poem, I wrote it a while back as a tribute to someone who I used to know, but no longer really hang out with. Though I doubt this person will ever read it (or many other people for that matter) I still am going to publish it because it's a good poem and I want to write a tribute to the person. Dude, this is a tribute to you.

Sorry

Yeah, my mind spaced this week, but what can you do about it, huh? Cry, that's about it. So grab a fucking tissue and try not to drown in tears...
Here we go again:
Lock me in an institution
Cause I've gone crazy for you
There's no medication
For what I'm going through
Please send me a solution
I don't know what to do
I've lost all direction
Can't stop thinking about you

I can't sleep at night
Without you here
It's not alright
But you don't care

I've got no expectation
For what I'm asking you
You don't feel the sensation
That I always do
And while my last emotion
Is wasted on you
I won't halt its motion
I won't stop loving you.
Anthony C, "Crazy For You"

Poem of the Week #7

So, I'm back from my crazy weekend at Bennington, and I must say, that college is just like high school...with more drugs and less supervision. Here's a taste of what it was like:
"How much does a kiss cost? A dollar? Ok, so then a blow job would cost about 100 dollars...cause, it's just a lot of kissing, right?"
"Really? Your mom only charged me 25 dollars."

"No, I don't believe in castration, its barbaric."
"Barbaric...wait, aren't you from Africa?"

"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you first! No, wait, fuck your mom first, and you second."

"Boman, let's smoke the pipe, it'll sober you up."

"I dream of a world divided not by borders, but by race..."

Yeah...just a sample of its craziness.
Anyway, here's the poem for this week:

It’s been two days since I saw you last
But it feels like a month has past
Desire can slow the course of time
It can force the second hand to a still frame
I have a strong constitution, there is no doubt of that
Yet I succumb to the trappings of desire
Nonetheless. How can I resist it, every time
I think of your face Desire rears its head
And makes me want to be with you even more.
That melodious voice that slips from your perfect
Lips is warped by Desire into a siren’s song.
I can no longer stand to listen to your words,
The sheer beauty trapped within them causes
Torrential spasms in my brain, for it cannot
Comprehend a sound so beautiful and sweet.
I close my eyes as my heart beats faster
I breathe heavily as I dream of our heartbeats
In tandem. The unification of our souls
Is a thought that runs deep in my veins.
Desire burns hotter in me, and I can’t
Quench its thirst. I take a deep breath
But it fuels the flames. I feel the fire stretching
Outward from my heart into my every limb,
Through my every vein. I breathe harder and harder,
Looking for a release from torture, but there is
Only one relief that I know will soothe me.
You.

Anthony C, "An Ending to Fire, A Beginning Of Us"

Oldie

Oldie poem, you know the drill:

Passion overflows from the hole in my heart
It fills every inch of my lungs
Until I am forced to breathe, speak,
act, live passion. Not a day
not an hour not a minute
can pass without the desire
caressing my lips, embracing my breath
controlling my every action.
I am powerless under it.
And being powerless,
I am unable to act against it.
The sea of passion washes over me,
and in its massive tides, I drown.
Anthony C, "Life-force"

Poem of the Week #6

Ah, you know what I love about my poetry? It's inspiring. Just by reading my poems, you too could write something like this fellow did right here, and even have it published on a website. Nay, not just A WEBSITE, you could have it on Poem of the Week! Check it out:

Kingkingking

The word king is not elegant.
Less elegant than an elephant,
But more fun to say.

Emperor is an elegant word.

King is a comfy word.
Strong but not long,
Rung off the tongue,
And I like it.

Now I sing a song,
And play ping-pong.
I hear a ding-dong.
Hey, it’s King Kong!
He’s big.

It is such a good word.
I kick it out of my mouth,
In admiration.
I should put it into my name.

Bada-bing I’m the king,
And all shall sing,
Of King CJ the first,
Because it’s so fun to say.

CJ Perretta, "POEM of Kings"

Oh, CJ might tell you that he didn't feel inspired to write it...so much as it was for an English class at Wash U...but he would be lying to you.

Is it 10:40 yet?

How many more days until the weekend...five page papers that are 25% of your grade and midterms can take it out of you. At least my weekend starts at 10:40 AM on Friday, so that's something to look forward to. Anyway, here's another one from the old AIM posts:

I could spend a minute of every half-hour
thinking of something other than you.
I could take pity on a single flower,
leave its petals unplucked and ignore you.
I could watch the sunset, stare into the sky,
and imagine something more beautiful than you.
I could find a woman somewhere in this world
that I could marry and forget about you.
I could, like an oyster, let go of my pearl
and cast away the feelings I have for you.
I could drop my pen right
on this paper and defy you.
But I'll keep a hold on what I'm feeling
cause I just can't stop loving you.
Anthony C, "I Could Forget You"

Could I forget you? Probably not...but who knows, maybe when I'm like 80 and I'm brain-dead from Halo 37: Attack of the Master Chiefs, you'll slip from my mind every now and then.

Poem of the Week #5

Well, I'm up this late, and technically it IS Monday, so here's this week's poem:

Do you know how it feels to have
Nothing but desire caress your lips?
Do you know how it feels to want
To forever join mouths in a passionate kiss?
Do you know how it feels to die
Every time you think of the absurdity
Of the perfect girl wanting to date
A man as sad as me?
I could get a woman, there are women everywhere
But that’s not what I want, a woman’s not for me
There’s only one girl I need
And she’s all but ordinary
Could a woman part the heavens
With a single breath?
Could a woman create this rhythm
In my hollowed out chest?
Every woman in the world combined
Would struggle to create a heartbeat
But one woman has, without a sweat
Swept my body off its feet
Her sheer radiance puts the sun to shame
The sheer beauty in her voice
Makes me cry out in pain
And while I’m sure my efforts
Are all in vain
I’ll keep on writing
So one day she’ll know my pain.
Anthony C, "A Burden No Man Should Bear"

And I leave you to go to sleep with lyrics of Finch roaming freely in my dreams...Like a bad star/I'm falling faster down to her/she's the only/one who knows/what it is to burn...listen to it cause it rocks.