Sometimes I worry about who/doesn't read(s) these/ Defacing anonymity.

Electronic Devices: Off

So here I am,
Back where it began.
The wheels will touch

Though I won’t remember much,

47 years from now
I’ll just have the ink on this page,
And recollections, just recollections

‘Cause I can’t blame an allergic reaction

To goodbyes, and I cry
GOODBYE RAINY CITY!
Street artists & strangers
Goddamnit Steel city
Strangers, that’s all.
Cold, but it’s all I know.
Fasten your seatbelts,

Said the oddly unattractive sign

Looking back,
At words I wrote a time ago,
I thought I made mistakes then

But all I did was make my bed,

Though now I’ve dealt with the
Crimes laid in it, the best of plans

But linen allusions can often go wrong.

“Ladies and Gentlemen we’ll be landing

Soon the curr-“

My turn to talk,
My plane,

My time,
it’s dark and it’s a city I don’t want anymore.

My stomach dropped, like a bad name and

The thoughts that come with you.
“Say your goodbyes already”
Why should I?
Maybe I should…
There’s a cute girl in front of me,
don’t know her but I care.
Goodbye mildly attractive girl.

I thought about writing you a note

But I’m far too socially awkward

I’ve even stopped rhyming

Back home.
If I even knew what lay ahead,
I think I would schedule another round trip.
But I don’t, so I turned my phone back on.
I shouldn’t have,

But no one told me.
Until now.


E.t.t.y.w.w.k.

My Lord are teens so horny

Drink, Fuck, Smoke.

It’ll kill you we said.

We lied.

Shucks;
Profanity, Sobriety, Society
We are all they know,

So who are they

Trying

To

Put

On

A

Show for?
Not like we’re watching.
Let me rephrase that,
Not like we’re entertained.
                                                                                 

Two very odd poems... Not even sure if I like them myself.
The first I obviously wrote on a plane a long time ago and the other I just scrawled out, probably angrily.There was a certain stint of time when I was very flowery, almost campy and especially very rhyme-y. There is also another period of time where I wrote some more vulgar, angry, honest things. Slowly transitioning into a place in between where I actually like what I'm writing. The last one, and there are several like it are just short bursts, not enough thoughts for a good whole poem but enough emotion for a small rant. E.T.T.Y.W.W.K. stands for Everything They Taught You Was Wrong Kids, which is written on my lighter. (Odd little fact, I don't really smoke, but I love fire, not in a pyromaniac way. Fire is the reason I started writing. Ashes in the Wind was my first poem but that's a story for another time) It's been a long time since I've posted anything. I hope all of your Christmas's were good, and the New Year is upon us.

I don't know if i'll miss 2011, as far as years go it was a bit of a bastard.

Godspeed,
C.B. Franz

An Early Christmas Gift

Merry Christmas everyone!
And Happy Holidays as well! 

Seeing as all my poems are dreadfully depressing I think 

I'll just post a few good songs for some cheer, eh?

It's been a while, quite a while, since I've posted anything and I do apologize for that. No particular reason just no inspiration or motivation, 

that coupled with finals and coming back home everything's been all over the place. 

So enjoy the tuneage!

Now that will just have to do for you good folks, I can't give you ALL the good Christmas songs now can I? You'll have to get off your lazy, lazy butts and get some for yourself but I hope you enjoyed these nonetheless. 

P.s. The albums which these are from might be a good place to start huh? ;)

And to all a good night,
C.B.  Franz

Son Shines On A Rainy Day, Refractions Seem To Fade Away

Green Fields

The green grass against my toes,

I’m lost but nobody knows

Where I am.

Everyone so happy

Especially her,

I miss her smile

I miss her laugh

Secrets whispered

And knowing laughs

I rhyme words that are

well…the same.

But the ink from the quill

Will spill on these

Proper terms

And suave words,

These end rhymes are quite

Annoying

But where was I?

Oh her.

She thinks I don’t see

The way she looks at him,

Not at me.

Doesn’t think I hear her,

He’s got something I don’t

But I’ve still got my words,

Though seldom do those work.

Same old story of heartbreak

We relate to

On the radio.

Everyone deals with this

Not just me, in my flannel

My sandals

I’ll keep walking, my back turned

No knows

Not like it’s the first.

*Put Down The Bible And Pick Up Your Clothes

Love Letter or

How I Learned To Hate The Pretty girls

Dear Creator,
Benevolent stranger,
Bearded man in the sky,
Krishna,
Pot-bellied meditator,

Take a rib and my hubris

bring to me such a creator

bring forth someone to create for me.
I want a painter

a writer

and a music maker

I’ve created enough and I want to be read to.

I want to fall and

Remake this cliché sin.

I’m done with pleasing you
Just a moan,

closed doors behind me.

Pervert?
How dare you.
You have no right and I will not forgive you.
To sleep with is beautiful, a comfort

and love is what you aren’t.
I will not forgive you
Own your mistake

own what you took

own what was taken from you.

It’s a f*ck.
You’re a fling.
I hope this makes you remember
You don’t have a choice now
The rest of the poem lies is in your head.
You made your mistake, now lie with him.
______________________

If I said I knew what exactly brought this poem on I'd be lying, it's 3:48 am and I am/was working on a paper and the beginning popped into my head and then took a sudden angry turn. I really like this one though. You've been getting a lot of songs off Anberlin's album "Cities" and I promise I'll get some different music to you, I think I'll put a Smiths song in this post below. I apologize for the lack of posts and oddity of the last ones. I usually don't apologize for oddity (That'd be a cool poem title).

Godspeed,
C.B. 

If A Stranger Turns Up Missing His Song Is My Confession

Repression & Regression
It’s proof

This poem

It’s written

In an un-holy scrawl

God’s finger on the wall

I’ll find myself hanging

on the string that held the world
I’m done and gone

the devil’s got my lucid, lost mind.
checking a watch and my mind

full of a lusty loss
belief in where I’d end up

is a strange thing

to believe in the failure of yourself.
an undermining confidence

I’m not strong enough

Drifting
along a wine filled river

Towards a tree where I’ll make my decision. 

I must move on.
I must move on.
I must move on.
I must move on.
I have to move on.
I have to move on.
I have to move on.
Have to move on.
I have to forget the past
forget the past
It's a blur but it still hunts me
It's a blur but it still haunts me.
It's crystal clear. I lied.
I lied and I need to forget my mistkes
I lied and I need to forge my mistake
I lied and I need to free my mistakes.


I'll be honest, I need to forget my mistakes.

Godspeed,
C.B.

*Benson Hedges/Opposites at that.

I’m terrified you’ll leave me

and you’re not even here yet.

I’m terrified you’ll leave me

And you’re not even here yet.
I said it again,
I think about it more than once,
It’s a common theme.
It’s almost happened.
A common dream,

See my dreams taunt me,

The give me what I can’t have

And stop me from getting what might be.
It’s a disease a sickness

Narcolepsy at its finest

Fall asleep mind conversation

Mid flirt

Wake up sad

Disappointed

Broken

Over a dream,

And a lucid one at that.

I drop names, and memories

Hoping to forget this

The title of this

Screaming sobbing

I babble about uncertainty

And I hate what I know is true

It’s gone

And it’s a dream now.
We shape it.
We taste it and it’s salty.

Like the way her tears taste.

Tough not to quote Panic!

They seem to get things right.

A far thing

A insomniacs fling

With a girl with gorgeous eyes

Stuck in a world of my creation. 

Graveyard Billings
I took a step back.
If this is a ledge calling out
I pray.
They say two or three gathered

But I am one.

So it’s as none,

A robed man ignores the individual.            

Wake up.

Your baptism was lie.
Wake up.
It was just water.

Wake up.
I’m cynical.
Wake up.
You don’t know me.

Listen as your ears bleed
Watch your eyes fall out of your skull

Douse a monk and light a match

Generally surgery forewarnings.
You don’t smoke do you?
And sex? But of course, it’s a natural thing.
Oh no? And drinking? But you’re only 17

You see it’s a mad man’s world

But with a fake ID

It’s allowed

Permitted

Alcoholically acceptable

and clinically insane.

Drink to get drunk

For the fish it’s to breathe

And the smoke?

For your lungs and eyes for TV

Jump.
I can guarantee what’s on the other side

Is far more interesting than the concrete.

Refraction of Our Nights

You want to see a city

or that of it’s people?

Stand up on a ledge

Or walk,

2 or 3 am 

With a benson and hedge

Either way you’ll kill yourself slowly.

I don’t want to have a 

Reawakening,

A rebirth,

A reckoning everytime I break my heart over a girl. 

It’s lasting,

Laying,

In a car,

Fogged 

And warm.

That’s it.

These memories.

My words

Their short,

Because they’re….

A refraction of our nights.

Cold,

Faded,

Romantic,

Hurting,

Dim. 

Broken

That’s where I end up.

2 am.

In a city that sleeps,

While the rest of the world is up

With someone,

If she is,

I don’t ever want to find out.

But I know I might. 

Improve Our Days Now, 'Cause We Might Not Sleep Tonight.

I tell you this, because I know to be true

When you hang your life by a single thread

you're bound to fall through.

And when you'll look for those you'd hope would catch you.

It seems they rarely do.

You Better Run Faster Than The Storms Or The High Water That Remains

So these 2 solid B-sides I found not too long ago, One iss called "Hell Or High Water" and the other is "Heavier Things Remain" and of course both by Anberlin. They're both awesome tracks, I'll be honest I think these should have been on their latest album Dark Is The Way. Light Is A Place instead of some of the ones on there but oh well, all good regardless. 

Thought I'd start with these because they more appropriately express how I'm feeling right now, you can probably tell that from the poems a I posted a few minutes ago.

Now I'm usually not a Dubstep fan, most remixes are awful, I listen to a little bit of Skrillex or Bassnectar but that's about it. Now there is a time and place for Dubstep and I think this "Song Of Storms" remix by Ephixa is in the right time and place. It's a a really chill, slow track and chock full of nostalgia, take a listen.

Now as I am quite aware we are all probably very sick of remixes and covers of Foster The People's "Pumped Up Kicks" but this is an exception. This cover/remix by Cris Cab is really solid, the song really lends itself to the reggae tones and Cab's voice. This one's my favorite of the week, maybe the month, stumbled upon this yesterday and it's real solid and chill.
Well that's it for me guys & gals, until next post

Godspeed,
C.B. 

Past & Future Slam Together With Regression

R.I.P. Innocence

2 a.m.

A desperate text

A cry for help.

distant.

Drowsy & a bit

Lost

I grab the flashing screen,

?

And all at once

The girl I cared for

Scarred for

Now sings the song,

The words I hear,

My stomach turns

My face pale,

But I still long to help her,

My friend

Her love

Betrayal I’d once see

Crushed

I can see her tears

Miles away

Only wise words,

Wise? Say’s who?

Can I give

I wish it was more,

I miss the ring of

A joy once innocent

It’s gone

She gave that up

To the boy she did adore.

Gate D-2

The flash of tinged lights

LED glow of bad news &

Angry words,

Blankets our faces.

Jets dock and changing clocks

Bags running,

I forgot how stunning

I feel when I’m with you.

Fate’s missed the gate

She’s running late

Bu that’s alright

I’ll hold you tight

And drift away with you.

We’ll stay here,

These cramped chairs

laying next to you.

They called our plane,

We’ll take a train

I’m not moving away from you.

The lights blow out & gates crash

But here I am with you,

The attendant wakes me up

away,

Never will I leave this place

My head in the clouds,

halls rumble loud

Crack my eyes,

light shines bright

My eyes not used to your

light.

I shake you, wake you

You shudder and 

Look

I move your hair

We stare

Where were we even going?

'Ello all, Sorry it's been a while I haven't felt too inspired lately and it's been a weird past couple of weeks. I was having a great day until one thing set me off, figured this next poem was an appropriate for that very reason. It's Veteran's Day, so I'll throw another one having to do with that as well. Have a good one until the next post every one. Four poems in all to make up for my absence.  They're all related in one way or another, and they connect to my day.

I'll have some music for you guys up in a second and I'll update all the pages this afternoon.

Godspeed,
C.B. 

_____________________________

Trigger

Fitting it seems,

Coddling wet stage
an inappropriate place for a real life session
Wet? Rain the why,

And wet gunpowder never flares
But starts the thoughts

Oh trigger.

     The Title.

          Of scores and scores

                   Noble savagery poetry

          Bring forth my pain

Memories, fright

Heartache,
Sex,

& Blood.
Hate & you & us.
To never pick apart the sun again.

but I lied

          you see.

                   you’re seeing

                             proof.

One for my fallen brother

Drops of rain resound

Check the ground

The lightning cracks and

All is gone.

Split second

The clouds are dark & grey,

My dreams fade away

find the bottle in my belt

Swirl the glass, taste the air

Let it’s drops take my cares

Tip the glass and I breathe in

Taste the wheat & sulfur sin

Sigh of pain & relief,

Grimace

And a moan breaks the silence.

The amber stirs & hits the ground

Crows hear my thoughts

“This was for my fallen brother,

I pray to god he’ll have another.”

The crimson drips the iron rust,

My coldest fate within my touch.

Pull  the trigger, tilt the glass

This drink, was our last.