ew, poetry.

All I’ve tried to do
is extend my hand,
I’ve always been true
I hope you understand.

But you don’t have to listen,
you don’t have to care,
it’s you that I’ve been missing
but you don’t seem aware.

Maybe it’s your destiny
to be misled,
maybe you should just trust
the thoughts inside your head.

So listen to the mad man
if you’re full of dismay,
he’ll lead you into hell
And you’ll like it that way.

Yes, listen to the mad man!
He doesn’t know what’s right,
He’ll pull you into darkness
but you’ll never miss the light.

Ignore those who know
and let your emotions grow,
Just remember all the world’s problems began
when people started listening to the mad man.

The old man said to the young man,
“Sing me one of your modern songs!”
But the young man just said,
“Gramps, you must be putting me on,
you haven’t got a clue what we do,
you haven’t got a clue, no you haven’t got a clue.”

The minister said to the athiest,
“Why don’t you open your eyes?”
The atheist smiled and said,
“Cus I’m not one to fall for lies,
And you haven’t got a clue
that I’ve got beliefs too,
No you haven’t got a clue, no you haven’t got a clue.”

The teacher said to the student,
“Have this on my desk by three!”
But the student laughed in his face
and said “Man, I’d rather just be free!
Free from your rules and boxes and false expectations,
it makes your students feel like insane patients!
And you haven’t even got a clue how we feel, do you?
No you haven’t got a clue, no you’ve got no clue.”

Captivating!
Oh my, yes! How captivating your strange stories have become!
Thrilling, chilling, why, I can hardly believe some of them!
What?
Oh my, no! I’m in no way suggesting you’re a liar.
Well, yes, the things you say can at times be a bit…
Outrageous? Stupendous? Extraordinary?
Yes, all of those things.
But that doesn’t make you a liar, does it?
Sometimes extraordinary, stupendous, outrageous things
just happen to simple, boring, run-of-the-mill people such as yourself.
Right?
Nothing too extraordinary about that.

I’m not trying to upset you,
Hurt you, or forget you.
I just want you to realize
that I am sick of these tired lies.

I know you tell me you’re okay,
that you’ll live to fight another day.
But your tears tell a different tale,
a tale where your sadness prevails.

So when you feel like opening up,
Speaking your mind, livening up,
I’ll be right here, waiting for you
Lovingly debating you.

Counting sheep doesn’t put me to sleep
But listening to you talk knocks me out.
I can’t help it if your words make me weep
I just don’t care for what you’re talking about.

I wish you were a bit more captivating
Too often you’re just a bore
The same point you keep reiterating
I just can’t stay awake anymore

Yet here I sit on the edge of my bed
Without a single wink of sleep
Wishing you were here instead
To help me count those blasted sheep.

I know, I know
I’m leading you on.
That makes me the devil
Beelzebub
Lucifer
I know! You don’t need to remind me.

I know, I know
I know you feel like I’m playing along.
That IS how you feel,
right?
Well, I suppose you are
right.
I guess I am playing along.
I know…

I know, I know
I should stop playing the game
But you’re the one who started!
So how about you stop first?
What? You want me to give up?
Give up? That’s silly
Hilarious
Ridiculous
I’ve already lost!

Don’t smile or smirk
You’ve lost too.
We lost together.
I know we have.

Ever since I started talking to you
I’ve left our talks with mud on my shoes.
You’re slinging mud like a politician,
But talking to you is my own volition.

I’ve got mud on my shoes,
You’ve got blood on your tie.
It looks like I’m in this to lose
while you stand idly by.
Well babe, that isn’t gonna fly.

O, mighty entertainer
Your voice so loud,
Your giant persona
Entices the crowd.
But I must admit,
My clever friend,
Your sense of humor
I don’t comprehend.

Maybe it’s because
I can see
That one of these days
You’ll turn into debris.
You’ll say something
So horribly wrong
That people will cry
At your happy song.

And so here I sit
Alone and silent
Waiting for the crowd
to become more violent
They’ll scream
They’ll shout
They’ll burn your likeness
And sooner or later you’ll fall
My highness.

You’ll fall so deep
You’ll fall so far
That no one will remember
Their former star.
And all because of
something you said,
Something that no one
Could quite comprehend.

My thoughts don’t even feel like mine anymore
whenever your image graces my mind.
They’re just insignificant strangers crawling on the floor
leaving my sanity and judgement behind.

I never had bad dreams until you got in my head,
Now images of monsters caress my nights.
But nightmares are the last thing that I dread,
Thinking of you I’m afraid to even turn off the lights.

I didn’t think I was the kind of person to fall so fast,
especially for someone like you.
I’m not even sure how long this will last,
my sanity is now long overdue.

But I’ll just wait it out, it’s all I know how to do,
Anything else would just hurt you.
And in the end, you’re my friend
And that isn’t something I want to do.

I miss you the most
When I’m talking right to you
And you feel like a ghost
I don’t know if I knew you at all
It’s just another one of those falls

Last time I fell
You helped me find my way
Now I’m falling for you
And I feel like I’ve betrayed myself
It’s just another boring book on the shelf

Just another story that I’ll never quite finish
Just another boring tale makes me feel diminished
And lost.
And it’s at such a high cost.

You’re too good for me
You really are
You’re not my type
But when I look at the stars
It’s you I see
And I can lie to you
But I can’t lie to me