Happy Halloween everyone!! Nightmare Before Christmas is one of my all-time favorite musicals, movies, childhood memories/ anythings haha. It's my favorite Tim Burton movie and it's just soo damn good. Here's a song from it called "Jack's Lament". If you haven't seen it yet I suggest, no, demand you do it right away.
You’ll learn I lose a lot of things
One of those being my mind,
But don’t worry, I mean I don’t, this happens all the time
Which I forget also, one being time and the fact of forgetfulness
I should get a filing cabinet
But I’ll leave the cabinet to my president,
And armoire for me,
And some filing for my secretary.
I lost my darker pen
So red will have to do
I’ll write these lines,
and wish for times
I didn’t write for you.
But that’s not true
All it was was for you, her, she
It’s a reoccurring theme.
But now I write of deeper things,
And I’ve unstitched my heart from my sleeve
But you can’t put it in a folder or such
You see,
I lost my mind for you.
But now,
I lose it for me.
it’s a thought but not just that, I want a hug, a squeeze.
The thought that from behind me someone cares
and I don’t have to worry
about who I am
or what Im wearing, except for you. A sappy song.
A radio and green grass fields
sad serenades of girl I hoped could feel,
the same and I know it’s only been
one in a thousand
but I’m stuck here in the million and
seems like if I look for just one needle
I’ll prick a finger, and dirty my knees.
Should innocence still be important to me?
It seems nobody’s a virgin cept for me and well mary.
Afternoon everyone,
I don't have much to say but it's been a day or two since I posted so I figured it was about damn time you guys got another poem and hell cause I'm so nice I'll throw another one in here too as well as some music. HAPPY HALLOWEEN.
P.s. Expect a Halloween post :D
The swaying palms of a sulfur paradise
Take a step and watch the break
the last of a long line of false swipes
and coffee breaks.
I’m running out of wit, what I’ve become,
It’s making me sick.
my muse and the hate,
seem to be inspired by pain
but I already knew this…
but I never wanted to self-inflict
oh my muse where are you?
I miss you?
Make my heart and mind
A spiritual right again.
There’s a lost boy
on the top of a roof and he’s going to jump.
But I can’t save him, I just have to write…
I have to write about him.
Have I scared away all who will catch a fall?
with a heart of the slip of a step
and a Freudian yell will never bring the back.
If anything I’m just digging my grave,
if anything I’m looking for praise
on a sinking ship of my own masterpiece design
it’s driving me to sink and swim a life of nonexistent whim
wishing, wanting and a wet dream of lost life, love?
It’s such a commonplace call and I never wanted it to collect like this
you see my clever thoughts are like this
Its just a round and a round and around
that s all there is to feel, a wind that shakes the window pane…
it’s like a bad memory, a mercenary with the last of my regrets…
But it’s on the highest floor?
So I guess I want to be the boy now,
to stop the personifying and become an ex persona.
A distraction from a line of loss and libertines,
I wish I could hold on to the last
The last of this life and long road since but the pavement is cracked
I meant to put this video in the last post but it's late and these things slip my mind.
The same time the idea for the poem came to me I immediately thought of this song because some parts or stanzas of the poem and song is are very similar message, picture and story wise.
Plus it's just an awesome song and of course it's Anberlin.
Have I mentioned their my favorite band?
But again I say,
It's very late.
That's "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin off Never Take Friendship Personal ^^^^
In 3 year’s time I hope I’ll never know.
The last breath you take
should be one of resolved misogyny
and an ancient art of lunacy of those
third party calls.
Whom hotel mattress floor symphonies
of that or my epiphanies could ever cry
“I’m Home!”
So far from those
The scarred olive arms, lost with my sensibility.
And these wayward songs seem like dreams to me,
for when I woke the slipped my mind
as I tripped, cracked my crown and bottle
of gasoline.
Of gasoline, the worst of queens
said “Leave it be.”
Just leave me be ,
I’ll never see
the world, a tall song,
will sound the same for we.
A universal,
end causality
could be the least of my worries.
If I could just say sorry so less about so much.
Because a petri dish
was an empty handed experiment
from a
Heavy handed instrument.
I watched a noble guise; I sought
just as Solomon, at least wise
slipped away.
It’s okay,
things will change.
But I think it for the worst,
for the ideas
this time may burst.
Death, the inevitable and reoccurring theme,
A eulogy, for a casket, an urn
only in my insomniatic dreams
during a child’s remembrance
and a box in my attic, cerebral contexts.
if I thought, would I stop
and if I wrote
would I choke, salty tears.
We drink therefore we are,
If we smoke then we die
And we no but we don’t care
“It’s a social experience”
A life of death reciprocate
a force of will,
limp and a kiss.
If you pass,
my words at last
might be yours to hear.
A reality.
A cataract melody
clouding my lack of sleep.
And abuse of these uniques.
it’s an innocence
or lack there of,
Whether wisdom gained
was worth,
and stains upon the page are
dark enough.
Don’t die before me.
or maybe you should.
I stopped being blunt for the greater good
of my sanity.
Let’s see if this god,
(in whom I believed)
and if I’m sure I know what is
good.
Is it another goose chase for 3?
Me, myself and thee
but you left.
So it’s we.
And what about we?
Gee,
Would THIS be your eulogy?
What a pity,
What a nuisance.
Wow, how selfish of thee.
So you're lucky,
We're lucky I'm an insomniac and that my brain and heart both kick started
at 3 in the morning and had me writing till 4. Thanks emotions.
Well aside from how disgruntled and sleep I am here's a new freshly written poem, And on that note I would like to institute a new "thing";
Anytime you see an asterisk "*" before the title of the post this means that it's a new, recently written poem. Up until now I have been posting older poems, the one's I've already written and have archived and trust me there's still plenty of those but of course there will be new ones.
So keep the asterisk in mind, I like to think it will help affect how you read the poem. Also, Along with this poem I started writing another one called "Graveyard Billings"
But it's now 4:13 am
And I have class in less than 4 hours.
And I have to get up in less than 3.
and the poem isn't done yet, so no second new poem.
But such is life.
Hey guys & dolls,
I've got a whole boat load of work to do today so I don't really think I'll be posting anything tonight. I just wanted to give a heads up and touch base and at least give you guys something to chew on. Here's a tasty acoustic session from Circa Survive, one of my favorite songs by them " Get Out" it's off their Blue Sky Noise album
Well wouldja just have a look-see at this? TWO poems?
Someone's been good this year.
But no, in all honesty I just wanted to post two because they both fit situations/feelings sort of that i'm in right now. Oddly enough I wrote them both a while/not recently ago, funny and poetry works that, the universality of it, just like music as well.
Speaking of which I'm currently to the Fleet Foxes album Helplessness Blues which is a top notch album by the way, and here's a little taste of it.
of abundance, a lack of consideration
The thought of a chorus of virgins lost;
It stains my heart,
Curdles my blood and my hat winds up in the mud.
An archaic struggle, loss of blood And the possibility of a “hold on tight.”
The last article of clothes,
a pair of panties on the ground
with a heart in the clouds, it seems like I wish I knew.
A song in my head, and my heart half dead;
That’s the least that god could do.
Just a deity of hope, that I’ve turn my back on
It seems we’ve given up on me.
The emotional sting of the loss of a ring
Stained with the blood of my tongue with the silver words so clean,
I worked so hard not to break your heart,
Have the respect to do the same thing for me.
A heart break kid, a red ink stain in the pocket protector of my brain.
That’s it.
I’m done.
I’m gone.
Posting poetry during english class...oh the irony. Good morning "everyone", or maybe as of now AT MOST 4 or 5 people. Normally I don't bring my computer to class but it's a 3 hour class on Friday...
It's needed.
It's very needed.
I couldn't tell you why I wanted to post this song but I do.
It doesn't have really anything to do with the poem, at least that's not why I'm posting it. It's a good song, and it's running through my head currently and hell I need to finally add something to the music page.
It's actually quite dead on in theme with a lot of my other poems....
*foreshadowing*
If the text for the poems, which as of now is Lucida Handwriting because that's what the font is in the word document I'm using to transpose them all is, is too hard read shoot me an email or a comment and I'll change it up or post in the "Poems" page in a different font.
Also, If the posts are too hard to read or just annoying due to the transparency
of my awareness/background let me know.
Well that's all for now I believe.
P.s. I lied
P.p.s. If you find a spelling error or syntax error outside of the poems (or spelling within the poems) let me know cause that is one of my biggest pet peeves if I notice it.
P.p.p.s. If it's a spelling error in a poem double check that it might not just have meant to be spelled that way.
I couldn't think of anything clever to start off with so I decided to start with a poem,
oddly enough you think that would be obvious for this blog since it's based around poetry and writing but I'm a bit thick.
On that note, Welcome to The House On Ridge Road.
This is where I'll be posting alot of my poetry, I'll try and make it one poem a day but I'm a very inconsistent person, along with poems will be other short stories, videos, music suggestions, and maybe some of my own music and art, my own musings and thoughts of course.
That's the basic gist of it, check out the "About We." page ----------------->
to really get a good explanation.
The poem above is the first poem I've ever written and seemed fitting for the "first" post.
I put first in quotes for the very apparent reason that it is obviously not my first post, this used to be a blog I made for a creative writing class in school but i've thus changed it to try and get my writing out there so you will notice a few more poems earlier on. I've removed some of the earlier
school related posts to keep it clean but I left these to give you a good taste of my writing style and a little more to chew on than just one poem and some wordy explaining.
Well,
This is my blog.
*shudder* I don't like the word blog.
I must come up with another more appropriate word,
But until then
Godspeed,
C.B. Franz
Friday, March 18, 2011
"Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for." ~ Douglas Adams
Sitting halfway
Such a weird day.
I'm still
Happy
still
Sad.
STOP.
This is useless,
and it's just meaningless ink
used on a page to help.
Clever phrase.
Chuckle.
She giggles.
Sigh.
Rata tat tat
Rata tat tat
And she's sitting there
tat tat
And i'm talking to them
tat tat
And she said "no"
tat
And she's saying "no"
stop...no, go.
Harmony
& we stop.
But you see
we end
they begin
and that's how it goes.
