anthem

who writes the anthems while the artists wait tables
who cares to hear them when the country's unstable
how can they start a revolution when no one believes in war
why create an army if we don't know what we're fighting for

which way did freedom go?
i think i missed the ride
free passes to the new world
where it's free to die inside
we call it abandon, we say we're a new way
and here we are laughing as we burn

fiddle away and i'll strike a pose

we have neither friend, nor foe
who invites the bully to dance?
but we all just wanted a chance
for freedom
the will to choose

beat your drum to bring in peace
and get shot down when you've got nothing to say
the bullets don't stop for fuzzy ideals.
the anthems are gone.
who lost our way?

fractions

i found another piece of myself i had lost today.
it was hidden in plain sight, next to
my pride, on the bookshelf. i took the lost piece
and placed it where it belongs. i'm always losing
things i thought were in a safe place, like the time
i found my glasses on my face but had spent the entire
time i was looking thinking i was blind.

can you help me remember to look for all i've
lost? i doubt it's truly hidden. like that one time
i put the lettuce in the freezer and the milk
in the cabinet... i think i just need to remember
to not forget.

the great curse of being a strong person is
thinking that you're strong. why, just the other
day i spent the entire time i was with you
thinking i was right, and yet i forgot that i
really just wanted to have breakfast with you,
which has nothing to do with being correct.

how silly was that?

interesting....

You scored as Existentialism. Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.

“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”

“It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.”

--Jean-Paul Sartre

“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”

--Blaise Pascal

More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...

Existentialism		85%
Utilitarianism		75%
Divine Command		70%
Hedonism		65%
Justice (Fairness)		50%
Strong Egoism		40%
Kantianism		20%
Nihilism		10%
Apathy		5%

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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deep

some are shallow.
some can roll with the waves, take it on the chin,
and still look unruffled.
i am not as these.
i am too volatile, too much
to process life and keep my cool.

but do i care?
does the infuriating right
make a wrong?
can i let it go without getting another
callous
see, there's my fear.
i took so long to let go
of the hardness
the coldness
inside me.

i'm afraid that too much hurt
will make me want to
run away and
i'll follow my selfish desire.
the need to control
to contain the inability
to walk when the driving rain
is in my eyes
guilt blinds me.
fear binds me.
how does peace find me?

where is the safety
when all i want to do is close my eyes and hide
until it's over.
but i won't.
i'll face it again, and stare fear in the face
i only hope i don't succumb
to previous addictions.

to see is to do in my head
but that is not truth.
to know is to carry in my world
but that tears me too.
to let go, and not concern myself when in truth it is mine
is a virtue i only experience by
accident and as soon as i feel it, it's gone.

please don't let the lost ones suffer.
if i can't defend them at least promise me that.

tired

sometimes i wish i was invincible. the hardest thing about emotions to me is when you know that based on the inevitability of the situation, you're going to be feeling what you're feeling for a long time. it wears on me, trying to understand how to feel. i feel rather small and insignificant today.

but i'm glad i can't save everyone. i'm not as cool as God. and i think that i have kept people from seeing him clearly before, because they always had to see him through me.

but i still wish i was stronger.

wishes

make for dissapointed dreaming.
you say you see it all, but you're forgetting the truth of choice.
i see the truth, but i'm choosing to be suprised.

hello

hello, world.
you will sometimes be afraid. Don't
hide your eyes.
How bright the day and dark the night!
but shadows soothe and moonlight calms,
dear world.
the darkest, scariest monsters will never
stay hidden, dear world.
rest now, and sigh away your cares.
the earth will spin without your efforts.

night

a thousand dreams have birthed and died.
a few have lived their time.
if all the dreamers close their eyes
who will breathe them life?

some say i've only foolish dreams.
i've seen a world where heroes fly.

i am content to be a fool.

here i am

so i think the main problem with my poetry when i was younger was that i took myself too seriously.
on that note, if you read all my titles one after another and put them to a melancholy tune they'd make a great pop-emo song.

have you ever tried to write a poem without vowels? well, here i am, trying this very thing.

y shld nvr wrt pms wtht vwls.
ts mpssble t rhm thm.
thnk y fr rdng m pm wtht vwls.

everything

sinner or saint.
does repentance bring the new way?
thought does not cleanse or destroy.
peace cannot open doors
windows can not be washed with intention.

i think, that maybe, i would like to experience a diferent way.
i think my time
is wrapped up and saved
in a safe place.
i think i want to remember
i think i want to forget what i've lost
i think i want to dance in the rain
i think i want to sing out of key
and laugh when they look at me strangly.

who knows which way to go?
it seems we are all wanderers in a
strange, old place.

it seems that we have all lost
the reason we left
the first time.
drink time in- savor the wine, enjoy the frangrant taste
and roll the bad jokes around on your tounge.
we are young
time is not lost.
when we are old, time will still pass.

i was sitting one day, and watching the people go by and i noticed that the ones who look down when you smile walk as if the world is heavy.

who do they think they can carry?

answerman

so you say you have a plan.
are we on plan A or plan B now?
do the chips get cashed before the rides drive in
does the fat lady sing before the news comes on
is the waiting only there to begin with?

if the wonders are really a myth
and the morning is just to see the dawn
and the rain is only there to ruin the picnic
and the man is only there to mow the lawn
and the show was only good for the critics
and the peace was only there to stop the war
and the night is only there for you to hide in
and time is only running for me to miss it
and on and so on and therefore and maybe next time

then why?

hmm

there once was a bird with a mission
his message? devout inspiration.
derailed in a gale
he invented a tale
and gave up. frankly, I'm pissed.

the

unfortunate thing about feeling is it reminds of unfortunate things.
some of you get to live everyday never thinking of any reason why you shouldn't be happy.
the melancholoy ones among us know the truth.

the matrix is real.

i'm trying to hard to think of something funny. i know i laughed last week.

it must have been a good joke.

this is the part where i can usually inspire humor at least at myself, cracking a self-depreciating comment to remind myself that though I may feel like shit the world consists of more than shit. if it were only shit it would smell much worse... like Subway in Brentwood when they lay new manure in the medians. who the hell lays manure in public places? my concern for the environment is much diminished today. bring on the fragrant destructive chemicals and let me keep my lunch.

if i can remember i sound foolish, i'll laugh.

where, oh brother, art thou?

introversion

aversion
to the out there.
the information race never ends
the insane pace
the inside-outness of it all.

persuasion
to follow back ways.
tread-less shoes, ink-free pens
but it hardly
scratches a dent into the wall.

evasion
when you ask me.
look too long at the bright lights
if my ship comes in
i'm gone.

complex

to stop
and not and never again
(shall I)
and I vow
to regret my return to the
place
that once, continually,
upon I fell
to kiss the ground
that I grovel upon
to satisfy my crave
to be
a martyr.
What hast thou, life, for me?