Poetry written by some friends of mine.
obsessive compulsive
by sara miller
this obsession's got me, got me
my obsessions fraud me, fraud me
absorbing through the skin--
oh, just get over it.
a worm on weed;
a paid-for need
it's killing me.
my memory fading clean, fading clean
my memory palying me, playing me
it scratches through the skin--
oh, just get over it
my little sparrow on speed;
a drunk deceit,
it's killing me.
hypocrite
by sara Miller
they tell me to live for myself
and that it's not my fault
and then they blame me,
say I live selfishly.
hypocrite, hypocrite,
so full of it, hypocrite.
they tell me they're so proud, they
don't see me fall
and then they take away.
"so immature," they say.
Hypocrite, hypocrite,
but i've grown out of it, hypocrite.
like they'll ever know
oh, shh, they don't know
they won't know.
hypocrite, done with it.
so full of her, full of him
hypocrite.
get over it, hypocrite.
oh, they mock me, such mockery.
beautiful hypocracy
emtpy democracy, hypocrite.
i'm not done, yet, hypocrite.
Stellar
By Matthew Kram
One summer night
Lying on my back
On a rolling grassy hill
Staring into black
The stars remind me of a curtain
With holes cut through
And a light in back
I wished I could go to those stars
So distant
And never
Ever
Come back.
What could I find there?
What would I see?
Who would I meet there?
Could I find me?
Is God somewhere out there?
Will I ever find peace?
Will I ever be a star
By the time you truly meet me
Will I be eons dead
Forgotten by myself
Evicted from my own head?
Or will I be myself
Faceless
In a sun without a soul?
Can I watch the earth rise
From my silvery moon perch?
Can I see life created
From a simple mound of dirt?
I fell from the clouds
Plunged into the waves
And finally I found myself
Finally I found peace
Alone
In an undersea cave.
