Heath Ledger - I do miss you!

A bad poem I attempted to write about the boat scene in "The Dark Knight"

The Joker and The Boat

Your smile,
Like time,
Makes us realize,
How little time we might actually have left.

I watch the smile on your face.
Time wastes.

Happiness upon your face,
As you told me my effort was wasted,
I couldn’t save the world
Before you destroyed it.

I watch the smile on your face.
Time wastes.

People were contemplating lives,
People that shouldn’t be,
Couldn’t be.
Time was wasting,
One of the boats possibly about to explode.

I watch the smile on your face.
Time wastes.

You wanted to tear me down,
Have me see the world through your eyes,
Suffer in every moment,
Laugh at all of the pain in the world.

I watch the smile on your face.
Time wastes.

The clock ticks midnight,
Both boats remain.
I smile.
Humanity is left in the world.
I have won.

My Attempt At Emo Poetry

This poem has been completely revised about a billion times, but here is the first draft. It's dedicated, in part, to Jess G.



Christmas Ornament


The girl looked up into the sky.
Today was going to be a new day.

She would find a way to sweep up the shattered pieces of her heart,
Which, thankfully, were on the inside, so she wore her smile.

No one could know who she was:
The girl who had pulled the razor blade
Across her forearm until bright beads of red blood splattered
Her perfect pearly white skin,
The girl with the severely concave stomach
Who forced herself to not let food be a comfort
Until the only sound she knew were growls of hunger,
The girl with the tear-stained cheeks
From staying up all night
Until her tears eventually sang her to sleep.

No, she was supposed to be perfect.
She was going to pick up the shattered heart by herself,
Let the glass from it tear up her hand,
Instead of the hand of someone else.
She was planning on doing it all alone,
Life – that is.

She used to be happy,
Used to let the only person who was okay with her imperfection
Hold her in his arms,
While she cried the tears that proved she was flawed.
He compared her to a Christmas ornament,
His Christmas Ornament,
Everyone saw them as beautiful,
But no one ever thought about the dangerous process
That went into creating that beautiful blown glass decoration,
The glass so boiling hot and threatening to burst at any moment.
People just assumed it was perfect.



He left and her world tore apart,
Like a piece of paper being cut with sharp scissors.
The Christmas ornament was shattered.
It fell off the tree and was swept into the trash,
Only to be forgotten by its owner,
Until they stepped on the one piece that was left behind,
Complaining about their own pain,
But not caring that they might have broken the ornament even more.

The girl looked up into the sky.
Today was going to be a new day.

A Poem that I am never going to do anything with

Starbucks - I'm still pissed that the salted caramel hot choclate was taken off the menu...

As the front door opens,
The cocoa-ey mix of coffee and chocolate fills the air
And I step inside.

I see the familiar couches and chairs that surround the counter.
The pastries are in their designated trays waiting to be served.

People walk out carrying their Mocha Frappaccinos,
I order my Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate and sit on the couch.
The noise of the blender fills the air,
Then, the noise of the whipped cream can.

I watch the familiar barista drizzle the caramel sauce over the whipped cream.
They set the drink on the counter and call out my name.
I pick it up and walk back to the couch.
I stare at the abstract photo directly across from me.

Old Simon and Garfunkel songs blast from the radio,
Only making it seem more like a coffee shop.

The caramelly-chocolate tastes smooth.
This is what I have been craving.
This is home.

My Heart Sits on a Table in Starbucks

We sat down with our coffee and talked. It was the last time we ever talked face to face, and, honestly, it almost felt like the first time, it had been so long. But it was comfortable. And I fell for you a little bit. I kept telling myself I didn’t have feelings for you, but that was a goddamn lie. You were leaving. You were going away to some other place, off to start your own life, and I was probably never going to see you again.
As a going away present I gave you my heart, but I don’t think you really cared about it. When we left, you left my heart sitting on the table. You didn’t want to take it with you. I searched the lost and found, it’s still missing.
So, now, I have to know, if my heart is lost, how am I supposed to give it away again?





Explanation, I don't know what is on my mind... It was just a random thought and me over-analyzing life...