Poetry To The Third Degree

Someone To Wake Up For

 

Anywhere I look, I listen
Become reminded what I’m missin’
Call it calm before the storm
Dear I’m anything but warm
Every moment sanity
Further moves away from me
God, I’m a consumptive wreck
Held closest by neuce ’round neck
If this goes on one more day
Just give in, just fade away
Keep your distance, filthy harlot
Lie no more, keep your mouth shut
Mourning you is so damn wrong
Now’s the time I must move on
On to new and better things
Pay no mind, the sorrow sings
Quit the thoughts for bitter lass
Rebounds for you, but I will pass
‘Stead I’ll look for something real
Talk and laugh and smile and feel
Until I find her, wish you well
Vicious thoughts have gone to hell
When the morning comes I’ll start anew
X-rays, like me, see right through you
Years will pass, memories fade
Zero progress has been made

You Might Be Me (Seth) If…

In the vain of Jeff Foxworthy here are things that might indicate that you are similar to me.  I’m honestly sorry if you share most of these characteristics.  If by chance you share ALL of them I fear you might be me, but existing in a different dimension, time period, ect.  Any-who.

You might be me if…

You knew Jeff Samardzija was the best Notre Dame WR when he was like 8th on the depth chart, because he was unstoppable in NCAA Football ’05 despite having a terrible rating.

You know every word to “It’s the End Of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by R.E.M. because your friend bet you $5 that you couldn’t do it.

You are an incredibly shy & introverted person, yet you do improv.

People find your knowledge about sports, music, and pop culture in general disgusting, and you agree.

You thought you got a 2 on the AP Stats Test, but guessed really well and got a 4.

Your wardrobe is mostly made up of band t-shirts and hoodies.

You’ve never had a date/girlfriend. (Ouch, that one hurts!)

You can write really good riffs, choruses, and verses, but not for the same song.

You maintain that the worst call ever was Larry Johnson’s 4-point play against the Pacers in the playoffs.

You’re often confused for an emo, despite despising 99% of emo music.

People say you look like Tom Petty or Kurt Cobain a lot.  (And Anthony Ketis once…???)

At one time you could recite every line of Aladin.

You spend a lot of time writing a random blog that no one reads.

You think that if people don’t like Minus the Bear, than they’re not your friend.

You find yourself showering at the weirdest times.

Your style of dress hasn’t changed from 8th grade to college.

You always spell writing, w-r-i-t-t-i-n-g.

You don’t believe in the concept of belts & sandals.

All your daily pants and shorts are denium.

You can identify almost any movie.  But you don’t watch lots of movies.  You just can identify them from their trailers.

You identify September 11 with Ed McCaffery breaking his leg the night before.

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I’m sure they’ll be more of these to come, because they’re fun to write.

It’s More Poetry…

Walk With Nothing Under Feet

 

All the noise has disappeared
Be gone all that I one time feared
Cause I’m at the point where there’s no hope left
Drifting silent, all light’s theft
Everything is now so clear
Forgot all of the wasted years
Gone are any signs of life
Hate and war, and death, and strife
In this abyss I shall float
Just like some random Kubrick quote
“Kill me now!” I scream in vain
Like physical more than mental pain
Maybe I’ll see them when I’m gone
Not surely right, nor surely wrong
On this universe I gaze
Planets and stars in a brilliant haze
Qualms I had, now meaningless
Ridiculous acts under duress
Soon they’ll be no air to breathe
The soul’ll leave body in cosmic heave
Until then, put mind at rest
Vicious circle I detest
Walk with nothing under feet
Xenon like, all you meet
Yell all you want you can’t be heard
Zero chance of life reverbed

It’s Poetry…

Viva!

 

Although lights shine throughout the city
Beelzebub lies awful, pretty
Conniving, filty, sexy, dead
Damnation over each man’s head
Evil runs in gutters by
Faminshed in this desert dry
Glitter on the passing faces
Hedonism at fifty paces
Ice with every late night dring
Jingle, jangle, coins go clink
Killers echo eighties excess
Lucky people blow their success
Man is blind with lust and greed
No one searche, no one bleed
Obese wear down nickel seats
Psudeo-immagrants wander streets
Quiet only in the dark
Running from the dirty narc
Sex and drugs and drugs and sex
Tantalizing neon apex
Under neon girls cry
Vulture, savior flying buy
Where’s the smoke from cigarette
Xerosis from this barren climate
Yet as the good were scorned and banished
Zeal for this place never vanished

Quote That Best Describes Spokane’s Current Weather (8/28-8/29)

“It’s so damn hot!  Milk was a bad choice!!!”

—Ron Burgandy