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Beneath my black coat I hide Flipping up the collar Tucking inside the ends of my hair Wishing I’d just put it up Or something So you wouldn’t look at me like that
I pull my coat tightly Trying to become invisible Because you are honest You say why that shirt With those jeans As we walk out the door I mean I like the shirt but Those jeans...don't work 'Cause...you’re fat But not that fat And why do you always Wear your hair the same way
He has criticized for so many years now It's funny how I never questioned my self-esteem Before
In the morning In the elevator I don’t look him in the eye I drop my head I can’t take it today I wonder why it is I am never the critical one with all his faults I never say anything like that
But I realize now Why is it so hard for me To look a guy In the eye
Because I feel his stare And I am waiting for him To echo you To say what I already know Is permanently ingrained Because unbeknownst to me It always has been
But if I say anything to you Let you know how your disappointment Makes me feel
Your poem sparked something inside of me, memories of someone I cared for a lot.
"Forgiveness Out of Reach"
I watched from afar As you tore her down. Your pure ruthlessness Which has no bounds, Destroyed her soul.
Family, you once said, Meant everything to you. You preach compassion But those words never Never sunk in. Your dark heart Couldn't bear to hear The importance of Loving others more Than loving yourself.
You didn't care how many Lives you ruined as long as You felt proud in the end. The thought of you and The things you did and said Turns my stomach, Surfacing emotions I Thought didn't exist in me.
I couldn't let you continue Hurting her in that way.
I won't let you Tear her down Piece by piece, Bit by bit, Just to prove your power Over a helpless girl Too afraid to fight back.
She backed down and She hung her head low. All her confidence stolen. Her wonderful spirit, gone. I had to get my friend Out of your place.
She got out from your Awful home of horror. But I came too late. I was powerless To restore her spirit And give her a sense Of happiness and Security away from hell.
Now, I look at her, but She can't see me. I speak to her, but Am sad I won't hear Her gentle voice again.
Are you proud of Yourself now? Is this what you wanted all along?
-Dedicated to the memory of a friend I will never forget, and to her father who I will never forgive.
Oh God. I think I'm going to cry... You have this capability of hitting the nail on the head every time. I don't know how. I don't. Ugh. I hate when I'm like this... God.
Thanks for that. Rob, thank you so, so much.
I swear I feel like I'm in a "Fight Club" support group. Free and clear.
She would've loved that poem, Rob. She always loved your work, no matter what it was. I cry every time I think of her. It's so sad. I wish she was still here. I miss her.
Way down south where the bananas grow. A grasshopper stepped on an elephants toe. The elephant said with tears in his eyes, "pick on someone your own size"
The big button with "POWER" Written underneath it. See It? Good, now push it, not Too hard. You can break it. Hear that noise? See the Monitor? It's on now.
Up comes Microsoft Windows, The crappy OS we programmers Hate. Bill Gates is so filthy rich, He doesn't care his products Are bad. Click on your username, Type your secret password. What, You forgot it? Did you remember To write it down? Oh, you did, That's good. Take out your Little piece of paper and type it in. You have to press enter. Good job.
You must wait for it. It's loading up, you see. It takes a minute. Hum if you like, but Do it quietly. It's done. We can now begin.
Click on the start button On the bottom of the screen. See, you have Word and The wonderful internet. Are you over eighteen? Got a valid credit card? You are, you do. Ha, you'll love the Internet then. I'll give you a tour.
You know Word, right? It's a word processor. I never use the thing. I hate it more than Watching a Gigli marathon. I use Sun Microsystems' StarOffice 7. Buy it.
This isn't good. Smoke's Coming out of your Computer. There it goes, Up in flames. It's on Fire. Watch it burn. Look at the sparks. It's 4th of July in here.
That's what you get For buying a Gateway From the back of a van.
REALLY, shaman? Wow, best compliment ever... Alas you have more talent in your pinky finger than I for rhyming. It sounds so natural when you write it.
I thought this was cute. Came up with a few years back. A dumb little ditty.
"I Exist"
I am the girl who pours your coffee, your pizza delivery guy. I was the operator of the last thrill ride you were on, And the date who made you sigh.
When you felt really low I was there to comfort you When you needed a hug I came. I never missed a single tennis match and I was there for every basketball game.
Who am I, you question in wonder? Quite frankly, I’m no one really. I style your hair every now and then So you don’t go out looking silly.
I remember your name and smile When we pass by one another I’m honest when I say you’d look so much better Wearing a different color.
Come on now, who am I? Why, I am everyone. I am your favorite band member, I am your neighbor’s son.
I am the cop who writes your speeding ticket The salesman who sells you your car I am the pilot who flies your airplane So you can travel afar.
I am up high, I am down low I am the one you hire To shovel your snow Choose to captain Or choose to row This much is certain I am no one you know.
Here's one...in my style, once again....that I wrote for a girl called Faith...
The Faith of the Heart
In the darkest halls on the darkest nights Where my fear and loneliness so combined Then mingle with the thoughts of my lost light And all I've ever loved I've yet to find
I could never choose such a life without The comfort of my well-known solitude And yet by grace and beauty there's no doubts That knowing you has been my minds true food
Nourished by the sun your face does mimic Or rather by your ultimate kindness Perhaps by compassion you exhibit Or the timeless smile of your likeness
That I could spend a lifetime in such mirth That I should feel eternal all your love And know that love is braided in your firth, That lovely ballad from the lips of doves
A smile such as yours could change the world To bring to grief and sorrow but a kiss That heals all the wounds our race has curdled With the real magic brightness of your bliss
Even you who walk the clouds so very high And lend hand to vanquishing all evil Should be so blest and painted on the sky Hidden away from arrows, stones, and steel
So let this be what I could never say For I have not the courage of a warrior But I would wish you well if you can't stay For you have given Faith to all you capture
That is so awesome and touching, shaman. Did you ever at all give that one to her? I know she would have probably cried...because I think that one is beautiful.
That would really move me anyway, having poetry written about me. There's a little song in Spanish about me that these guys I used to work with made up. It's pretty funny. They would sing it to make me laugh (and taught me a lot of Spanish I know but I'm not fluent), but... sigh.
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