By Jacob Prince.
"Very few of us are what we seem"
Nothing much here to cry over;
No more rain.
You mixed teardrops with carbon,
and Wrote away.
No more tears.
Just store bought pens.
Just happy thoughts.
Sometimes I remember the ones
who hurt me most,
But then I think:
What am I now?
What have I done without you?
Look what I am now;
Look what I did without you.
I fuel on your spite,
And I fight.
You smother my spark,
But it only burns brighter.
I fall down only to fly.
Stop me, and I'll only watch you try.
Just happy thoughts.
This is different, why are you different?
Everyone is a writer, but everyone is headless. I just found a head.
I can write happy. I can write dark.
It's not who you are,
it's what you think.
I can write a story so blue,
Even though I am pink.
And do it in: yellow, green, purple ink.
I am not depressed, glad, nor mediocre.
Fill the nothingless in your head;
Fill the void, and
write - write - write.
Fill it with colour,
Fill it with sad.
Make it interesting, and they'll love it.
Fill it with interesting, and
write - write - write.
Solitary word pops into head,
Next comes page,
Then comes book.
You can try too, maybe even succeed.
We're all just headless writers.
Find a head to become a poet.
Without one you're just another
Fish in the sea.
At the fair - bought a lollipop. +
Named her Julie,
and called her my own.
I'm holding so carefully,
So I don't drop you.
I take you home from the fair,
and nothing will stop the smile on my face.
I admire your swirls,
so shiny and pretty,
And nothing will stop this joy I got.
I call up my friends - show you off.
They knock on the door -
Mom says they're here.
We walk to the room,
And admire your swirls.
There's nothing in this world
Quite like you.
You are the lollipop;
Swirls are your smile.
There's nothing in this world
that makes me joyed like you.
My friends like you too,
But I like you more;
More than my friends.
Your smile is better,
And you're so much cooler than them.
You are my lollipop,
So shiny and pretty,
With just one little difference -
That makes you whole:
You never end.
That lollipop will grow old,
And liking it will just seem so silly.
We are eternal;
We'll grow old together.
Nothing will make this happiness end.
Solitary note pops into head.
A couple more follow,
Then comes tune. +
The army of notes march into
They become Prisoners of War.
Locked in a cell,
Inside my head,
Stuck in my head,
Stuck in my head,
This song is stuck in my head.
Little notes with legs locked into
Cell inside head.
I hear this music in my mind.
All just notes singing, trying to get my attention.
But all I hear is the tune.
They cry for help, but I can
only hear sweet melody.
I can't help. I can't help.
I want to help, honestly.
This tune is driving me insane.
I want nothing more than
to rescue the notes.
To set them free,
Away from me.
I'm going slowly insane.
I turn the knob on my stereo.
Sometimes I feel a little lonely
Even though I am surrounded 1
Sometimes I feel a little winded
Even though it's a nice breeze
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
And it scares me so
Scared of my own shadow,
scared of who I am.
Acting like nothing at all,
But they know you're bluffing
They look through these wilted eyes
And see the truest form of my heart
The truest room in the house
that is my brain
The truest form of me
Unwrapping a present with
Multiple layers of paper
I never understood that.
I never understood myself.
I never got through the
layers of paper
I don't even know myself
And it scares me so.
On a fast track to nothingless
Flying off the goddamned rails
Lock up the wheels
Stop stop stop
Screech screech screech
Stop this train going to nothingless
Even if it means ending me
Get me off this track blow up this
Delay the arrival time anything to
Keep me from nothingless
I want to see nothing more
I've seen all I can
And I know I took the wrong train
Said the roadsign
Warning all the wanted criminals
To slow their asses down
Said the horseless carriage
Warning all the robbers
That a Scarry box is
coming down the road
Let their heads hit the ceiling
Let their horses throw them far
Terrible terrible people so mean
Why warn them when
Innocent people are minutes
Away from terror
All the rapist Nazis and killers
Don't warn them they don't need warning
Let them deal with problems
Don't help them avoid them
Turn roadsigns into guillotines
Melt car horns into ammunition
We are the ones in need of warning
Rapists on the loose.
Nazis back. Who knew? So soon?
Killers avoiding punishment,
Just to kill kill some more.
Warn the good ones not the bad
This world is terrible enough
Don't fuel the fire
"Be careful be careful",
Said the mother to her
Children going out on a Friday night
I'd hate to know what pep talk
Rapists get before going out
Warn the good
leave the bad To suffer
Bitches ain't shit,
But I'm not even that.
Drinking behind the school,
A couple smokes too.
A skinny girl approaches
the scary looking guys;
she asks "marlboro or camel".
They respond in confusion,
but she is determined.
The truth is she's lots
worse than them.
She grabs a bottle and sips,
she says she's a dragon,
and dragons are happy,
but you're just making me sad.
They ask what she did to her face, Cause it's an ugly sight.
They don't think she's worth a smoke.
The skinny girl walks home to her cave.
Lights up a parliment but she wants a camel, but dragons can't smoke camels, and dragons die after a marlboro.
They take a puff but burn their lip, cause they just exhale fire.
That's why she's on fire,
She’s a rebel and a dragon,
She'll truly burn you up,
She spit fire then burn and burn.
Almost at her cave;
Tears in her eyes.
She never understood the people, she never knew why.
The truth is she's
just a scary dragon.
Men get scared and cry.
She just wants to know why,
But the truth will only make
her cry more.
She takes a drink then smokes a Parliment,
And cry and cry and cry.
She says maybe I'll just die.
All she ever wanted to know
Was why the guys hate her face?
Why they won't give her a smoke? But she'll never know.
The guys will never tell her.
So the skinny dragon die,
So she'll no longer cry,
Never know the answer,
But if she did she just die.
As things seem to grow backwards:
Words get sadder,
Days get longer. +
I notice more and more,
I never noticed before.
The funny earthly colours.
The new scents once unknown
But most of all I notice you,
And the heartache is true.
Because I did you wrong,
And now I know
Why your heart aches too.
I justify you time after time
Yet you just bring more pain
All you do is smother my flame
A pile of ash is all your worth
No value to life of any kind
And especially not mine
We just don't get along,
Even though it's been so long.
We disagree and we agree not,
But you're the one that started it.
We are not artificial enemies.
This is the real thing.
We don't chuckle and grin;
Holding in the sin.
Our dispute shines through.
And everyone can see this fued.
I say let's get along,
Listen to this pretty song.
You say that'll be the day,
'Til then turn it off anyway.
But I crank it up and sing the tune;
forget about whatever you are.
Your words just make me sore,
And i'm not listening anymore.
Tired of you.
Tired of being hurt.
Maybe someday you can fix it,
But 'til then I just sing this song;
Someday you might even sing along.
Walk into class
look down on the world. +
Stare at the floor 'cause
I guess that's the same thing.
There are questions I have unanswered. Some things I just don't understand. But I've asked, and the Answer has got to be something I already know.
Walk into class
Wait for time to pass.
Stare at the clock
'cause I guess that's the same thing.
I find the answer to a
question that I have forgotten.
Atleast I got something right.
If only it mattered anymore,
'cause school is out and time is out.
I used to look down at the world
But now i'm free.
So unanswered questions
Just don't bother me
Walk out of school
Look up at the world.
Stare at the sky 'cause
I guess that's the same thing.
And there are questions that
Still bother me, some things are just here to stay. Even though they may change.
I walk into nothing
And stare at my watch.
Still waiting for time to pass.
I walk in a box and
Look down at the world
Stare at the paper floorboards
Cause that's close to this flimsy place
Yet my mind still goes to
And to answers who's question I forgot,
But this time something's different.
I finally remember the question
to the answer I know.
It asks of meaning and mentions life
I pull out my list of
questions unanswered, and
point to the answer without
I shout the answer and the
Words fall right off my tongue
"Love Love Love"
Love is the answer to a
Question that I have forgotten.
But I finally remember the question,
It asks of meaning and mentions life.
So the answer has got to be
Love Love Love
Slipping down the stairs +
Condecending down the steps
Throughout the door and then to the street
Jumping around cause asphalt hurts my bare feet
Walk through the street and see the person I wanna meet
But that person isn't another person it's just me
Cause I gotta hide that person who they think I am
I turn around cause I hear a noise
I see my cat and I am relieved
But cats can't see that there's something bothering me
They just wanna be loved like everyone else
If only I can be myself
I look the person in the eye and say hello
Jump into her skin and feel her feet
Never have I been happier
Especially not in that thing that isn't me
I pick up the cat and let her see me
She looks through my eyes and she knows
She knows that I am still the same person
And she knows that this is okay
But mostly that that other girl is just wrong
Shes uncomfortable in her own skin
And that's just a sin
But the time comes for me to go back home
My feet still hurt a little
But not as much as the sorrow
Of being someone i'm not
But I am that person alot
And it just isn't right
Maybe someday I'll adopt that other girl
Transplant her skin
'Til then I just ice these aching feet
In this shit-shack entitled nothingless
there's nothing more to say
This hurt is here to stay
You are more pure than the skies
Yet more weathered than the oceans
Your eyes project visions of glad days
Yet your days aren't so glad
If only an alternative force
It would turn weather into glad days
And glad days into sunny weather
This look of love would be true
The look of love in your eyes
A look your smile can't disguise
The look of love
Is saying so much more than
words could ever say
And what my heart has heard
takes my breath away
The day won't come bearing an alternative force
Your weathered heart greets with bittersweet phrase
And the look of love
Has my heart quite frayed
Run from nothingless
Avoid it like the plague
I've come down with nothingless
It's a headache and a heartache
With a little bit of Acute Gastritis
It's very scary and hurts your brain
The only cure is to run away
Or to write away
Nothingless is a big hole
With nothing in it
A void in time
A void in life
A small case of nothingless won't
Be too bad
You can fill the small nothingless
In your life
It's best to stay away though
Nothingless is a death trap
A metal box
Its the pain in this world
All the wrongdoing
And most of all nothingless
is a lost soul 2
Someone who isn't
who they want to be
Fill the nothingless in your life
Fill the void
And listen to the good things
Of this flimsy planet
This painted over heart, +
My painted over soul.
Oh what a day this is,
All my drawings now incomplete.
Covered in this dreadful shade of colour.
I remember my most wonderful works,
Whole in my head yet fractioned in my eyes.
I set my sights on a painting of my heart,
And the image I see is sorrowful.
A fractured heart once new,
And life whose opacity is diminished.
Then my focus settles on
A portrait of my soul,
Memories know t'was once
lively and bright.
But vision demands melancholic reality of life.
A portrait dulled by beige pigment,
And a soul disheartened
From years of hurt.
In a gallery of drawings incomplete my thoughts fall to
Feelings of dillusion.
And my vision to a reflection.
The only fixture free from
Dreadful shades of color
There I see the truest form of myself,
Exempt from covering and distortion.
And sight directs thoughts to
Reality of life.
Thoughts begin to replace memories
As if painting over priceless
Works of art.
So the artist covers paintings in
Layers of dreadful colour.
And memories no longer remind
Of times once lively and bright,
But of sorrowful times and
He said, screaming at his clock.
If I was spring and you were may, +
The world would separate us anyway.
You'd be December and
I would be summer,
But we'd still be friends.
'Cause seasons are changing and time is changing.
Summer now starts with November and ends with February.
The world knows not of solitary movement.
It's always changing,
But this time it's staying.
Seasons are still and time stops.
Just for us to be together.
The world brought us together
Swimming the shores of Winyah Bay,
Whistling a tune in the merry month of May.
I'm just a little boat riding the ride;
I take on little water yet take on the waters like a pro.
My hull is dull and my boards are old,
But I get along just fine.
I just swim and whistle a tune.
When I find myself in a scary lagoon,
I row my paddles and leave.
A brave little boat I am.
my owner would be so proud.
I point to the general direction of the dock and find him.
Try to get his attention.
But he seems quite angry,
He ties me to the wooden post.
locks me up and confines me so.
The night comes, it gets dark.
Luna comes but gets a little too close for my comfort.
She makes the tides wild and wind strong;
Blowing the air and stirring the water.
Suddenly it becomes quite unbearable,
my rope breaks from the wooden post.
The rest of the night was a blur.
Now I find myself somewhere strange.
This world just to change.
Scary canoes with scary people;
I am lost.
If only I could return to that
rainbow circle world,
But I guess my person just hates me.
He tied me up and forgot I was there.
Our time was so short together,
I just wonder why he doesn't like me?
What is wrong with me?
I am so terrible my person threw me away.
In this lost place I cry,
And the nothingless starts to burn my eyes.
Ask me a question and I'll tell the truth
Test me with a secret and I'll prove to be true
But test me with a lie and you'll die
I'll go to lengths unknown
Be your pallbearer and speak on your behalf
Tell all your secrets and thoughts
Even ones not true
I lost my life in a pool
While staring at you. +
I jumped off a board,
And dived towards the end.
I saw you at the bottom,
But it was just a reflection.
The truth is you were standing right behind me,
then you pushed me in.
I lost my compassion at a pool,
It never kept eyes dry.
As I swim to the bottom of a hole,
your tears dance at the top of life.
They fall on the world and join the oceans.
All I think is you when death begins to consume.
I got high in chlorine-land,
And forgot who lost who.
But I remember my words before being pushed.
Surely I am a fool,
I lost you in a pool.
I wish I knew you,
You forgot me,
I'm still here.
You see my eyes,
But don't know my heart.
If I were to die,
We'd still drift apart.
Somethings you just can't change.
What level of magnification does it take to see the truth of this blurry world?
My optometrist prescribed a large number but it's not enough.
Only the blurry ones see the world clearly.
And I'm a clear one, so I might as well be blind.
We dance until we die
Yet I am still alive
They say you'll die trying
But I'm just trying to die
Trying to dry
Too exhausted to dance
Almost dried up
I don't die trying
Turn fight into dance and live forever
But I'm only fighting to die
No chance of dance nor death
But I'm not dead yet
These legs don't like to bend,
Don't follow your silly trend.
When closed off in round reality,
I find myself out of bounds,
Out of this world.
The words save like a dream,
As if I found the stream of everlasting.
But words are just a dream,
'Cause time ends too
It bends around trends,
And finds itself out of bounds.
I think of eternal sleep,
Spend hours writing a letter to nothingless.
It starts out sweet,
And gets sadder with time,
As things get old, and dry out.
The letter is accompanied by a gift,
A solitary rose,
The perfect representative of life.
Once colourful and lively,
Now parched and brittle.
The crumbled petals noisily fluster in the envelope,
And only death can translate it's decree for life.
The note itself tells my story better than words ever could.
Graphite lettering becomes illegible as time takes action,
And paper crumples relatively.
This letter to nothingless knows the truth, even if words lie
evidence is clear.
I wake up in a world of nothingless
And every morning I complete my
I ask myself,
"what will my contribution to the world be today?"
And poem by poem I write,
To compose my letter, my life,
My letter to life.
"But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price."