Poem of the Week #30

Sometimes, we're all a little bitter, and sometimes, we all make mistakes. There shouldn't be any excuses, we should all be better then that, and we should be above it. It's a shame that we act the way we do and it's a shame the way things happen. I can't get over myself at times...it gets in the way of things. I'm not asking for your pity; rather I'm telling you how I am, so you can realize it and maybe forgive me for acting like a dick. "To err is human..." and God knows I'm trying to be a little more divine.

Sarcasm should never be used for evil or mal intent. It isn't meant for it.

So, without a dram of sarcasm in my voice or heart, I wish to thee:

Happy Birthday. Let the rest be better than this one.











I'm sorry...but I guess it's too late for change.

Poem Of The Week #29

Here it is, a new week, a new poem. Enjoy.

Sometimes you wish for so much more
Though you know it will never come
Sometimes its hope you wish for
Though you know your time is done
Sometimes you wish for the best
Though you know it isn’t true
Sometimes you crave happiness
Though the pain just isn’t finished with you.
Sometimes you want it to be better
Though you know it’s just a lie
Sometimes you want to be with her…
Though you know those last words were a goodbye
Sometimes, we can’t have what we desire
Though the world should be fair
Sometimes, our minds are set on fire
Though we really just don’t care
Sometimes, life shits on our parade
Though we try to make things right
Sometimes, it’s all just a façade
Though we put up a tremendous fight
In the end, what is left of life?
Nothing, nothing but memory
Despite you giving me this strife
I’ll always cherish the gifts you gave me.

Anthony C, "Sometimes"

Poem of the Week #28

Oh, before I forget to mention...Poem of the Week had it's first year anniversary on April 5th...yeah, I forgot about it until just now actually. This entire production has been in progress for the past year. Imagine that. Thanks to everyone who supported it and helped me write my poems. With the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the emotional and the odd, it's been great. Cheers, and to another year of poetry!

An open field…
With no roads, no paths, no signs.
A voice…faint, yet clear.
I can’t find it’s source.
The sun is shining, darkness is absent.
I see no one.
Nothing surrounds me but an open field.
The voice grows louder,
More forceful.
I want to help but I can’t.
A woman…a woman is the source.
I see an image far away,
The silhouette of a woman.
A woman that I used to know.
Her words are inaudible.
The tone is rank with fear.
The body starts to fill in without a face.
My mind spins around.
Insanity rushes to my brain
As I try to remember
As I try to help.
She’s still so far away
Yet she’s right inside my head.
Right inside my heart.
I begin to recall
An old face
An old feeling
An old friend, and so much more.
The words make sense now.
I hear what I’m most afraid of…




Nothing.




She remains at a distance.
I remain disappointed.
My feelings fade away
I still want to help.
She remains at a distance.
I remain disappointed.
I call out to her to help
A voice to guide her
Darkness is absent, the sun is shining
She doesn’t see me,
But I know she hears me.
She remains at a distance.
I remain disappointed.
Despite everything I have tried
Nothing is enough.
The face fills in…




She disappears.




The sun sets, darkness is everywhere.
I see no one.
I know she can hear me.
I know she can see me.
I know all that I need to.
In the darkness,
Everything is brighter than ever.
In the light, nothing is right.
My lips curl upward in the corners
Darkness is everywhere.
In my mind…the sun is shining.
She stands in an open field.
The sun is shining, but darkness isn’t absent.
She sees everyone,
Everyone sees her in the light.
In her heart…darkness is everywhere.
In the darkness…I can see clearly.
I can see everything in her heart.
I stand in an open field.

Anthony C, "Not Even A Goodbye"

Poem of the Week #27

Ah yes, poetry. Apparenly, I am a poetic boxer, as thought by some (I have the ability to knock people out with my words). I was thinking about it, and yes, I do have that power. It's amazing, really. Well, speaking of knocking out, here's a...strong poem, that'll put some hair on your chest, or something. Might wanna water this one down folks...

I can feel the primal urges course through me
Underneath my skin I feel my blood boil
As rage takes control of my fists and fingers.
Pink knuckles turn white with fury
And my breath grows heavy and rapid.
I feel my eyes widen and glaze
As the same thoughts pass through my head.
I can taste the enamel on my teeth
As they grind and clench together.
A metallic taste enters my mouth as I realize
That my lips are bleeding profusely
My anger is too great, yet I can’t let go.
I fall deeper into myself and my rage.
The beast within me, the bastard within her
The hairs on my skin bunch up like fur
As I let the rage drive me to my limits.
To her, I am a beast, a toy, and nothing more.
If that’s what I am to you, then I’ll show you my strength.
I’ll become that animal inside of me
And unleash all that is primal against you
I won’t look back at you again.
Every fond memory that enters my mind
Will be devoured by rage and hatred.
All the excuses that I made to give you credit
Will fail to withstand my fury
It’s a shame that you had to act this way
It’s a shame you drove me to this point
You can deceive everyone in the world
But I see you for what you are,
And I’ll never let you control the better side of me again.
All you will see…is the Beast you wrought in me.

Anthony C, "The Best Of Me and The Beast You’ll See"

Told ya you needed to water it down. Take it in small doses.