Poem Of The Week #41

Back in Binghamton, back with Poem Of The Week. This is another one of those song like poems, so I hope you all enjoy.

Cut right through me
Cut me straight to the bone
You've come to kill me
And let me die all alone

So cut this bullshit
I ain't playing around
You ain't as sacred
As you make yourself sound
I'm so damn tired
Of hearing these lies
You say you love me
But can't look in my eyes
I can't believe
Anything that you say
To deceive
Is your only way

Cut right through me
Cut me straight to the bone
You've come to kill me
And let me die all alone

Things went sour
And they're still bittersweet
To take you back
Is to admit defeat
I know you love me
But it's not in that way
I love you too
But, what can I say?
It's funny how
That word's overused
The ones we love
We tend to abuse

Cut right through me
Cut me straight to the bone
You've come to kill me
And let me die all alone

I'm...so...sorry...
But we...just can't be.

Anthony C, "It's Over"

Can't we all just get along?

There is a lot of beauty in this world. A new born cat (named Chet), the Nature Preserve, the stars, etc. blah blah. But all things are counteracted by the polar opposite force. It pains me to see people harbor hatred for others, for people to feel inferior or insecure or to worry about fitting in or finding friends, or to be hurt in relationships or feel like they can't live without one. It makes me sound pretentious, but I want to be above that hatred, above those feelings. I just want to be stronger, stronger than what most people can be. Don't get me wrong, my friends are some of the most resilient, intelligent, powerful people in the world. I'm not talking about just my friends here, I'm talking about everyone, including me. I want to be above problems. Beyond fear. Maybe I'm too ambitious for trying to eliminate all the problems from my life, but learning to deal with shit as it comes to you and just let go of it all has brought me a lot of peace. I still get pissed off every now and then, and I still feel depressed once and a while, but hell, not as much as I used to. I used to get angry at everything and everyone when I was a kid...but now, after finding out why I was upset and realizing that it was nothing (or at least something I could deal with), I feel a certain...peace. As you get older, you find more peace with the world and enjoy the fact that you are alive. The wisdom you achieve makes drama and pain seem so childish. You feel grown up...it's a nice feeling.

You don't acheive peace over night...maybe you never fully achieve it. But every piece of fear and pain you let go and try to fix leads you one step closer to that peace. I'm no expert; I'm just trying to pass on what I know to who I can. If there is some grudge you have against someone, give them another chance. You never know what might happen, they could become your best friend. If your professor pisses you off or if your grades make you angry, look at why that may be. Maybe you could put more effort into it. If you don't trust your friends and loved ones by their word, put more faith into them. They don't hate you, they are your friends for a reason. If you get hurt...take the time to heal, and move on. This world is plagued by hatred...I just want it all to go away.

Poem Of The Week #40

Oh yea, it's been 40 poems! wOOt! Gotta love that poetry...that makes me look like a stalker...and yea..."Oh why, why won't you accept my love? I wrote a poem about us, it's how we can go away together and live forever always by each other's side and...oh no...wait...don't get a restraining order aga...GOD DAMMIT! WHY WON'T YOU JUST ACCEPT MY LOVE AND BE MINE FOREVER??? SON OF A BITCH!" Haha, ah, memories.

You’re a great actor, I can’t believe my eyes
You have to believe you’re the role you’re playing
You can’t act this well if all you speak are lies
I want to believe in what you are saying

But I know that it huts inside
This is a façade you’re showing
I can see the pain you try to hide
The hurt within is only growing

You’re the cream of the crop
The best there is out there
The man women want to fuck
You always end up with their underwear

But lately you’ve been too distant
Breakups are hard to go through
Let it go, just forget about it
Nothing this bad is worth holding on to

I can sympathize with your pain
We’ve all been where you are
It doesn’t have to drive you insane
Stop acting like a fucking jester.

Anthony C, "Jesters and Clowns Are Crying On The Inside, It’s Not Just Some Make-Up They Put On To Get A Cheap Laugh From The Audience From Their Pain And Misery You Heartless Bitches"

Poem Of The Week #39

Here we go, another one of those "ambigous poems" vaguely based in reality. Enjoy.

I stand here waiting at your door
Always wanting something more
You never could remember me
Or how I wanted it to be
You’d always have me all then leave
Act like you had an ace up your sleeve
I got the feeling you kept inside
Hidden motives you tried to hide
Perhaps I was paranoid
But you always seemed to avoid
Issues we both had
You never seemed sad
Around that other boy
Made me feel like a toy
Yet I waste my time once again
Writing poems for a forlorn friend
So you close the door in my face
Guess you put me in my place
I won’t knock on your front door
I won’t ring the bell anymore
I’ll slip this note under instead
Erasing these thoughts in my head.

Anthony C, "Adoreway"

Poem Of The Week #38

There is a major problem with being different. People give you a lot of shit about what you do that stands out. You could have different believes, different preferences, different ideas, or even different hobbies. I write poetry, and that makes me different. But despite my hobby in something that I believe to be unique and beautiful, people give me crap about it. They get angry at what I write about, they make fun of it, etc. I think it's because they don't understand why I do it. It's a hobby; a preference. A lifestyle choice in some respects. I write poems that I believe in, poems that I enjoy, poems that don't even make any sense or are based in reality. This poem is one of the latter. While it may be drawn from past experiences, it's not completely how I feel. Actually, it's not really a poem so much as it is a song (you COULD sing along with it, but I prefer to put it up here anyway). You want to make fun of me for this site, fine. You want to talk behind my back about how much of a weirdo I am, ok. You want to take my poems too seriously and get angry at me for it, do it. Doesn't make a difference to me. I'll keep on posting poems even if no one reads them.

Every now and then I find
I think of you from time to time
Though we went our separate ways
And those times we had were such a craze
I can’t help but fall into you
And all that shit that we went through
I lay aside my pent-up fear
And soak you in when you are near
I can’t help but want you here
To make this pain just disappear, oh,

And I need you now
You don’t know how
Much I miss you
How much I want you
How much I need you
Fleeting memory won’t do
When all I want is to be with you

I never knew how much I cared
To give into you was what I feared
So I kept away from giving in
You just wanted to be my friend
I knew the fun times wouldn’t last
You and I would reach an impasse
I guess your feelings are in the past
But please just give me one more chance, oh,

And I need you now
You don’t know how
Much I miss you
How much I want you
How much I need you
Fleeting memory won’t do
When all I want is to be with you

Anthony C, "Unforgotten Feelings"

And to those of you who enjoy my poems...thanks.