I know this isnt really poetry but this guy is awesome!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Backup Plan
remember how it used to be? you and i riding in your car.
making plans. we were gonna see the world. remember?
i was your only one. i was the last rhyme in your poetry
i was the music in your spanish guitar. i was yours.
until she appeared that day.
remember that day?
she caught your eye
with that masterful sway
exotic style, all pretty and fit
speakin to you in foreign languages and
sh--stuff.
and suddenly i wasnt good enough.
"we can still be friends, right?"
is what you said to me. remember that?
so now your party is over
and youre back in my face..
i thought you and i were
supposed to be "friends"
but now youre tryna make me
your "backup plan???"
if youre lookin for comfort
i will share your pain
if you want support
my hands are cupped
if you wanna talk
i'll be your friend...
but i wont be your backup,
second fiddle, plan b, third string..
she broke your heart?
i have the glue
you want advice?
i'll give you that too
you need to cry?
my shoulder is free
if you wanna laugh
i'll tell you a joke
but if youre lookin for love...
dont look at me.
because i wont be you backup,
second fiddle, plan b, third string...
making plans. we were gonna see the world. remember?
i was your only one. i was the last rhyme in your poetry
i was the music in your spanish guitar. i was yours.
until she appeared that day.
remember that day?
she caught your eye
with that masterful sway
exotic style, all pretty and fit
speakin to you in foreign languages and
sh--stuff.
and suddenly i wasnt good enough.
"we can still be friends, right?"
is what you said to me. remember that?
so now your party is over
and youre back in my face..
i thought you and i were
supposed to be "friends"
but now youre tryna make me
your "backup plan???"
if youre lookin for comfort
i will share your pain
if you want support
my hands are cupped
if you wanna talk
i'll be your friend...
but i wont be your backup,
second fiddle, plan b, third string..
she broke your heart?
i have the glue
you want advice?
i'll give you that too
you need to cry?
my shoulder is free
if you wanna laugh
i'll tell you a joke
but if youre lookin for love...
dont look at me.
because i wont be you backup,
second fiddle, plan b, third string...
Counterfeit
you look like one
youre dressed like one
you talk like one
youre even actin like one
but something about you is missing
when i hold you up to the light
some secret flaw that challenges
your authenticity
your mark turns foreign colors
when youre alone at night
uncovering hidden personalities
much like a multiplicity
youre counterfeit
hmm...you seem just like the real thing
youre dressed like one
you talk like one
youre even actin like one
but something about you is missing
when i hold you up to the light
some secret flaw that challenges
your authenticity
your mark turns foreign colors
when youre alone at night
uncovering hidden personalities
much like a multiplicity
youre counterfeit
hmm...you seem just like the real thing
Journey
have you ever looked at yourself and said,
thats not me, thats who i was, thats who id
like to be, but thats not who i am.
because the girl in the picture..
she knew what she had
she knew where she was going
she smiles at you innocently
because thats exactly what it was..
innocence.
not a coverup to hide folded up secrets
inexplainable emotions
mixed up pains
guilt??
no. the girl in the picture
puts faith even in broken promises
she knows that even a simple wink
mends better than a band-aid.
and when it comes to problems..
her biggest dilemma is:
how to watch her favorite
saturday morning cartoons
before field service.
then she will grow up.
she will learn that growing up
means saying goodbye
saying no
she will learn that
saturday morning cartoons
made her laugh
but serving her God
made her live.
she will learn that
her favorite $7 purple pen
is a therapy in disguise
she will learn that
when she dont know what to say
she always know what to write
and that she will have a friend
that will share her journey.
a friend who will always
write back.
thats not me, thats who i was, thats who id
like to be, but thats not who i am.
because the girl in the picture..
she knew what she had
she knew where she was going
she smiles at you innocently
because thats exactly what it was..
innocence.
not a coverup to hide folded up secrets
inexplainable emotions
mixed up pains
guilt??
no. the girl in the picture
puts faith even in broken promises
she knows that even a simple wink
mends better than a band-aid.
and when it comes to problems..
her biggest dilemma is:
how to watch her favorite
saturday morning cartoons
before field service.
then she will grow up.
she will learn that growing up
means saying goodbye
saying no
she will learn that
saturday morning cartoons
made her laugh
but serving her God
made her live.
she will learn that
her favorite $7 purple pen
is a therapy in disguise
she will learn that
when she dont know what to say
she always know what to write
and that she will have a friend
that will share her journey.
a friend who will always
write back.
Someone Has Touched Me
Someone has touched me
in those hard to reach places
those real dark places
that somehow sheds light
on your future.
Someone has touched me
with such powerful strength
that has emboldened me
to reach out
and grab fear by the hand
and lead it to peace
..to such and overwhelming peace.
Someone has touched me
taught me
not to be afraid
to make mistakes
not to be afraid
to make memories
not to be afraid
to make love
in more ways than one
Someone has touched me
in more ways than one
so that I've become suffused
with a blanket of trust
suffused with a shower
sprinkling tranquility and hope
Someone has touched me
reminding me
that there is such a thing
as achieving excellence
in all aspects
Someone has touched me
you know who you are
you told me that
a beautiful heart
is better than
a beautiful face
you told me that
true love excels
far beyond physical attraction
you told me that
sometimes in life
the one thing
you want the most
is the exact thing
you deprive yourself of.
You have touched me
you've reached in
and caressed my heart
which now rests
in your hands
because now i understand.
in those hard to reach places
those real dark places
that somehow sheds light
on your future.
Someone has touched me
with such powerful strength
that has emboldened me
to reach out
and grab fear by the hand
and lead it to peace
..to such and overwhelming peace.
Someone has touched me
taught me
not to be afraid
to make mistakes
not to be afraid
to make memories
not to be afraid
to make love
in more ways than one
Someone has touched me
in more ways than one
so that I've become suffused
with a blanket of trust
suffused with a shower
sprinkling tranquility and hope
Someone has touched me
reminding me
that there is such a thing
as achieving excellence
in all aspects
Someone has touched me
you know who you are
you told me that
a beautiful heart
is better than
a beautiful face
you told me that
true love excels
far beyond physical attraction
you told me that
sometimes in life
the one thing
you want the most
is the exact thing
you deprive yourself of.
You have touched me
you've reached in
and caressed my heart
which now rests
in your hands
because now i understand.
April Child
Dear April Child
Ive been thinking about you
its been a while
since Ive sang to you
and imagined your smile
imagined watching you grow
your personality and style.
But you see, I acted too soon
now its too late.
I let selfish desires
determine your fate.
Im overwhelmed by the hurt
of my stupidity
you were the miracle
that grew inside of me
an angel of love
you were the very epitome.
And my dreams remind me
again and again
about the beautiful child
you would have been.
You would have been born
with the white blossoms
of spring
with the colorful wildflowers
that soft showers bring.
But I cheated you out of life
and its so unfair
I want to pray
for another chance
but how do I dare?
I dont deserve to be graced
by your laughter
by your smile
but you will always be
my unfortunate
my beautiful
April Child.
Ive been thinking about you
its been a while
since Ive sang to you
and imagined your smile
imagined watching you grow
your personality and style.
But you see, I acted too soon
now its too late.
I let selfish desires
determine your fate.
Im overwhelmed by the hurt
of my stupidity
you were the miracle
that grew inside of me
an angel of love
you were the very epitome.
And my dreams remind me
again and again
about the beautiful child
you would have been.
You would have been born
with the white blossoms
of spring
with the colorful wildflowers
that soft showers bring.
But I cheated you out of life
and its so unfair
I want to pray
for another chance
but how do I dare?
I dont deserve to be graced
by your laughter
by your smile
but you will always be
my unfortunate
my beautiful
April Child.
ASL
Since I've been learning American Sign Language I'm really interested in ASL music and poetry. I've been thinking about changing some of my stuff into sign. But until my signing skills are good enough to interpret (and I'm actually bold enough to perform in front of a camera) I thought I'd share some cool stuff that I've found!
