Baby Steps 2010 by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Baby Steps 2010
Baby Steps 2010
Pick me up in passing
You walk away wondering why
You always see me clumsily stumbling,
Tangled in the threads of things I try to take along.
An infant, staring
Afraid to ask, never daring
To disturb the surer, bigger kids
Unwavering in their impotence.
If I step slowly, I won't slip
Bound in a ball of fumbled ends
Defenseless from the angry eye
I'm certain must exist.
If only somewhere was a world where
We Children didn't have to hide
In monkey suits and painful shoes
A Band-aid and a new balloon would save the day
And some enjoyment could be taken in all the careful games we play.
Without that world,
In Memory of Squirmy the Worm by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
In Memory of Squirmy the Worm
Thirsty Worm
Stretched out across the walkway pavement
In the boiling sun.
Tried to save him
Picked him up and
Moved him to the soil beyond,
And went along my way.
When I came back again,
There on the ground he lay.
Dug a hole to get him started
thought maybe the ground's too rough.
I laid his head next to the hole,
Encouraged him to save himself.
He scraped his tail defeatedly
And in the end did nothing.
Squirmy's not moving.
Brought him water,
Thought maybe I gave too much.
Moved him to a dryer spot
In shade under the bush.
And there he took his final breath
I could not save Squirmy from death.
I mad
A Different Kind of Heartache by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
A Different Kind of Heartache
Not necessarily you that I need
Not necessarily loneliness that scares me.
I watch you anxiously for an answer
through thick layers of
"Why don't you miss me?"
"Am I that forgettable?"and
"Since when was betrayal so casual?"
Not so much still in love
as uneasy.
I'd be on my way,
but I'm sure there was something
you forgot to give me.
Maybe acknowledgement
of all of the time and makeup and money
or maybe just sex-
After all we were,
You don't even want to use me.
You said it was you, not me-
I'm not so incredulous as wary-
You said I was beautiful,
But you didn't look back when walking away.
Something was lost
Inquiring Into Cries by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Inquiring Into Cries
Inquiring into cries
the Goddess Kuan Yin
seeks out the suffering millions
to soothe their sore hearts.
She can't stand to hear
the slightest whisper of pain-
sound bleeds in her ears.
Turning every way
thousand arms and thousand eyes
thousand hungry prayers.
Paradise wears thin;
You cannot save them all
the sea is full of starfish but
it mattered to this one.
Bride of Frankenstein by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Bride of Frankenstein
The Bride of Frankenstein
Bear me off,
your blushing, banshee bride
I am awakened,
and ready to adore you with livewire eyes.
They may scream
and throw their stones.
What could they know?
Youre no cookie cutter monster,
no viral vampire,
no cheaper-by-the-dozen people eater, no.
Youre a masterpiece,
Youre piece after piece of all I adore
grafted into one,
painstakingly made, undone,
and adopted by wolves!
There will never be another
so singularly sewn,
your proportions may not match,
but they are ever so familiar
to my own.
Two only children,
unfit for pitchfork-bearing peasants,
together we
Baby Steps 2010 by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Baby Steps 2010
Baby Steps 2010
Pick me up in passing
You walk away wondering why
You always see me clumsily stumbling,
Tangled in the threads of things I try to take along.
An infant, staring
Afraid to ask, never daring
To disturb the surer, bigger kids
Unwavering in their impotence.
If I step slowly, I won't slip
Bound in a ball of fumbled ends
Defenseless from the angry eye
I'm certain must exist.
If only somewhere was a world where
We Children didn't have to hide
In monkey suits and painful shoes
A Band-aid and a new balloon would save the day
And some enjoyment could be taken in all the careful games we play.
Without that world,
In Memory of Squirmy the Worm by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
In Memory of Squirmy the Worm
Thirsty Worm
Stretched out across the walkway pavement
In the boiling sun.
Tried to save him
Picked him up and
Moved him to the soil beyond,
And went along my way.
When I came back again,
There on the ground he lay.
Dug a hole to get him started
thought maybe the ground's too rough.
I laid his head next to the hole,
Encouraged him to save himself.
He scraped his tail defeatedly
And in the end did nothing.
Squirmy's not moving.
Brought him water,
Thought maybe I gave too much.
Moved him to a dryer spot
In shade under the bush.
And there he took his final breath
I could not save Squirmy from death.
I mad
A Different Kind of Heartache by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
A Different Kind of Heartache
Not necessarily you that I need
Not necessarily loneliness that scares me.
I watch you anxiously for an answer
through thick layers of
"Why don't you miss me?"
"Am I that forgettable?"and
"Since when was betrayal so casual?"
Not so much still in love
as uneasy.
I'd be on my way,
but I'm sure there was something
you forgot to give me.
Maybe acknowledgement
of all of the time and makeup and money
or maybe just sex-
After all we were,
You don't even want to use me.
You said it was you, not me-
I'm not so incredulous as wary-
You said I was beautiful,
But you didn't look back when walking away.
Something was lost
Inquiring Into Cries by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Inquiring Into Cries
Inquiring into cries
the Goddess Kuan Yin
seeks out the suffering millions
to soothe their sore hearts.
She can't stand to hear
the slightest whisper of pain-
sound bleeds in her ears.
Turning every way
thousand arms and thousand eyes
thousand hungry prayers.
Paradise wears thin;
You cannot save them all
the sea is full of starfish but
it mattered to this one.
Bride of Frankenstein by Rocker-Trancer-Poet, literature
Literature
Bride of Frankenstein
The Bride of Frankenstein
Bear me off,
your blushing, banshee bride
I am awakened,
and ready to adore you with livewire eyes.
They may scream
and throw their stones.
What could they know?
Youre no cookie cutter monster,
no viral vampire,
no cheaper-by-the-dozen people eater, no.
Youre a masterpiece,
Youre piece after piece of all I adore
grafted into one,
painstakingly made, undone,
and adopted by wolves!
There will never be another
so singularly sewn,
your proportions may not match,
but they are ever so familiar
to my own.
Two only children,
unfit for pitchfork-bearing peasants,
together we
Lullabye
I'm so tired
and there's nothing left to say
Just a thin new quiet
and another worthless day
My head's on fire
and the foundation's giving way
Need to find me a buyer
so I can sell myself away.
Goodbye cruel world—
I've found a better place to die;
It's got scar tissue for pavement
and signed confessions in the sky.
They cut a little deeper
every time you get too high,
and the priests and doctors scare you
but you don't know exactly why.
I'm so damn tired,
and there's nothing left to lose
Just a bright, new scar
and another pointless clue
My head's dead wired
I just have to follow through
Still can't find me a
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Techno...and just about anything else Favourite photographer: SoulNibbler Skin of choice: that notably pale skin with which I was born :P Personal Quote: "Sure, I've got baggage just like everybody else--mine's just sorted and labeled!&quo
Favourite Visual Artist
Meathod
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
right now, Emily Autumn. But that may change.
Favourite Writers
The best poets I know of are musicians, and thus I strive for music in my poetry :P
Other Interests
writing, music, molesting boys, and psychoanalyzation
Holy crap, you people are still here???
I've been using this account mainly as a backup drive for my poetry, and a way to easily link it to people who most likely are not on DeviantART themselves. I never imagined other people were still actually using this...People from back when I was on this thing in freaking high school. Crazy. I walked away a long time ago...I always complain how the world around me is so unstable, but so many times I'm the unstable one.
Maybe I'll keep tabs on this thing more often.
Wow...from high school teenage angst to post-college scribblings...it's quite a leap but I'm back with fresh stuff. I keep thinking I've quit writing poetry but like a good habit it just keeps coming back. I've posted four or five of my best recent work--I'll dig through my files and probably put up more later. Most of these were written in the last year, and some have sat almost written and only lacking a line or two before I've finally sat down and finished them. I hope whomever's still watching enjoys the new reads, but really I'm just using this as a place to post. Comments welcome!
Everyone can now check out my new website (made for my BIOL H103 class) at www.clemson.edu/~jmccain . It's going to involve the poetry I'm also going to have to write for that class (no problem, that's what I do) as well as samples of my work and reflections on my experiences in the class, etc. I intend to make it somewhat self-expressive, as well. It's a realy cool assignment, so check it out. You might even learn something.
Hey, what is this, some kind of cheap trick?! I just got confronted with a page that says my DA subscription's about to expire and I should renew it immediately. I DON'T HAVE A SUBSCRIPTION! DON'T PULL THAT CRAP WITH ME! THE LIES, ALL THE LIES! If they kick me off, I'm going to be extremely pissed. Don't try me.
haha i know what that is, like me you recieved a free one weeks subscription, I however still use DA enough to use my one week, but i guess you came in on the end and like me got that message saying you were almost done. Oh well...