Tag: failure

Hope and Excitement

You cannot lose that which you've never convinced yourself that you have.

Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Smithereens

The blade has given way To this quaint and duller pain Coursing through my veins; High octane gasoline. And I'll define myself. All the trinkets now thrown out. I thought, though now I doubt, They were about something serene. The fumes are in my eyes, And my head is full of lies. I should have ...

Winter Once More

Tell me now, my friend, Do you feel the cold again As the wintertime comes nearer to your home? And tell me, if you do, How you plan to see it through. Will you hunker down or choose a Southern roam? The problem with the winter, As it nips and as it hinders, Is that ...

Sunken Costs

The words on the walls tell me: To go on. And the voices that cast From the top of the mast say to Row on I follow a compass that leads from my heart I see how the waves here may tear me apart And I know. I know. The sound of the waves Keeps ...

Stalingrad

Textbooks tell of times, Tales told in the twilight Of tragedy sublime. Dictators, awful men of trauma, Their tribes of terror tell us To be taught by trailing drama. To put it in perspective, This setting, cold, that we inherit, We teach lessons not so festive Borne of guns and bombs and merit. Terrifying times, ...

Thank You

I suppose that I should thank you, 'Cause you never really did believe. For seeing me like all the rest, And for your sudden choice to leave. Thank you, that I wasn't good enough, Thank you, that I did poorly. Thank you for your narcissism And being otherworldly. Thank you, in a bitter way, But ...

La Poema Basura

Cuando mis palabras ingléses No son bastantes Yo canto en una idioma Que no he aprendido la forma Porque parece claro Que yo no paro Haciendo un error, En la vida o asuntos de amor. Pienso que no estoy perfecto, Y que este poeta no es correcto. Y no necesito tu que ayudar, Ni nada ...

A Fistful of Pride 

With cold wind in my hair and with frostbitten toes, I find I'm deposed when I dare to despair. In repair, one finds solace by difficult means; TV, Computer and iPod screens. In a flock full of people who do nothing but wailing, I find now that sailing needs more courage than pride, Besides, there ...