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Give and Take

Give and Take

She gave him her innocence
on a warm, winter day
He gave her his heart, they say
And as he took another look in her gorgeous eyes,
love took 'em both by surprise.

Now they've given and taken for so long of a time
that he says "I don't know what's yours or mine"
She gave him a smile
she used to hide
She smiled for him and no other guy

He gave her a kiss-
first of a million-
but she just took 'em all in stride
She said "we've given and taken for so long of a time
that I don't care what's yours or mine"

But he took her for granted
on a cold, summer day
as they took it out on each other
on a cold, lonely night
She gave him a chance
to win her back
as he gave her so many reasons they didn't have to fight

She borrowed his shirt for the cold, lonely nights
He gave it to her along with a rose
He gave her a promise on a cold, lonely night
that there wouldn't too many of those
He said "we've given and taken for too long of a time
to worry about what's yours or mine"

They took a picture
with an outstretched arm
accidentally cutting off their foreheads
But still it's framed
A time recalled
in a picture beside their bed

Later they would take it down
as they both took on their separate lives
It took this to realize
that not even memories survive

She said take it or leave it
but he wanted to stay
He took it to heart
as she took it away
He wouldn't give up
but she wouldn't give in
She took off before their love would end

And when she wanted him back-
him back again
He could've given an answer like some other men
But that's not what he did - he didn't want it to end
He wouldn't let his pain take a hold of him

So he took a chance
and took her back
He gave his girl a little slack
He gave her a second chance
knowing he
might one day need it back

She gave him a look
but it would take him a minute
to let it seep into his heart
So she gave him some time
She gave him some time
to try to fix all that had been shattered apart

She was in the wrong, but still he gave her a call
because she gave him a smile so long ago
when he had nothing at all

He took a deep breath and said "I'll give you my all,
and I'm sorry to say that's all I can give"
She smiled and said "I'll take your all
and you can have all my life to live...
'cause we've given and taken for so long of a time
that what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine"

Outside the Box

Outside the Box

The box that we're thinking
outside of is shrinking
because we've only been thinking
from within all along

The times that we've wanted
are somewhat unwonted
and somewhat unrisen
with the rise of the dawn

The times that we've wanted
to leave our own pain
Those times never wanted
us anyway

We're deep in our prison,
still never unfree
Within our own prison
holding the key

Through bars of misfortune
Through chances unseen
Through tears of distortion
Through years that we dream

Through locks of compassion-
sheltered unfree
We'll take heaven or hell
to end misery

Now the box that we're thinking
outside of is gone
because we've only been thinking
from within all along

We've only been thinking
from within
all along.

In a Midnight's Sky

In a Midnight's Sky

A slow dance
at midnight
with no one around
No music
but still
we're eye to eye

So still
forever
in the middle of nowhere
So close
but even
closer inside

So far
ALL
I've ever wanted
is somehow
RIGHT HERE
by my side

She's standing
and dancing
next to me-
Right here
in these arms of mine

No music
but still
we're eye to eye


We dance
forever
in a midnight's sky

We've Never Rhymed

For all those who don't like rhyming poems,
for those who just want a change of pace,
and for anyone whose life seems to lack the ability to rhyme at all.


We've Never Rhymed
I saw your eyes upon me
They've dawned me from my night
The sun shined brightly
but you've always kept me in the dark
For we've never seemed to rhyme
Even though I write the words,
every word just keeps you away from me
I recall us close
I remember you within
I held you once so long ago
but now I'll hold you nevermore
We've never seemed to rhyme
The end's between us once again
Every word just keeps you away from me
I've inscribed my every word
I've scrawled my soul with fickle pen
I try to write you and I together
but apart they'll always stay
For we've never seemed to rhyme
So prosed within our fate
I try to write we're in love
but all that rhymes right now is hate


If you want a rhyming poem instead of this one, reread it and replace the obvious missed rhyme with the meant phrase. The poem becomes completely and optimistically different. The lines I speak of are the 4th line of each stanza (light, once again, were together again). Things turn out the best for those who make the best of the way things turn out. Thats how I live, thats how I write. If Im handed a situation or a line that doesn't quite fit, I make the most of it by finding my own rhyme amidst the mess. But everything in life doesn't have fit either as depicted in the last sentences unfortunate fate. That would've been a great time for me to not rhyme. This was my effort at a non-rhyming poem. Good luck to you in finding the things that rhyme in your life.

Towered Hearts

Towered Hearts

Like towered cards
we rely
on the other to be strong

A coward's heart
to defy
a love for which he's longed

Love's a beast
far too weak
to have to be so strong

But all is ceased
to never wreak
for now the other's gone

I Don't Love You Anymore

I Don't Love You Anymore

With you...
and your cold to keep me warm
It's hard...
to tell the sunshine from the storm
How can I come to say
I don't love you anymore

I'd try...
but my will is never done
I'd cry...
but the tears - they never come
I can't come to say
I don't love you anymore

We smile within a cloudy day -
never knowing what's in store
You've been with me through all the days
You've been with me through more
So how can I come to say
I don't love you anymore


The truth...
is I have nobody else
The truth...
is I'm lying to myself
with every day I never say
I don't love you anymore

We smile within a cloudy day -
never knowing what's in store
You've been with me through all the days
You've been with me through more
So how can I come to say
I don't love you anymore


With you...
and the end not far apart
It's hard...
to love a broken heart
Soon I'll have to come to say
I don't love you anymore
I don't love you anymore

Nostalgia's Kiss

Nostalgia's Kiss

This charade's gone on
for far too long
but now that it's inexplicably gone away,
I can't help but say
I miss nostalgia's kiss

I sang a eulogy disharmoniously
but I'm admonished for so much more
At a gravesite, I pray in white
Lord have mercy on my soul
as I still miss nostalgia's kiss

I've seen a lot of gravestones
in the battle of despair
I've seen a lot of love
I've seen a lot of prayer
I've seen a lot of things I didn't ever want to see there
So still I miss nostalgia's kiss

Oh Lord, it kissed me once in a dream I had
Kissed me like a summer's day
Kissed me like the winter's wind
had all but blown away
Cruelty woke me from a fictioned kiss within a morning's way
I barely lived to say
how I miss nostalgia's kiss

We've balanced our indulgencies with reluctancies
on the gamut of uncertainty for far too long
What I aspired for has gone amiss...
But I guess I just miss nostalgia's kiss

051518 --- Mount Everest

051518 --- Mount Everest

Half asleep, but waken whole.
Time took all its toll
without a dime to spare for me,
but the dreams that I had stole

are priceless now I'm working for
a broken dollar sign.
Awoken by the dreams of theirs
as if those dreams were mine.

I've got this train of thought I bought
off the rails of which I fell.
Headed towards a mountain peak,
but one can never tell

if the mountain's but a hillside
or if the climbing's far too steep.
Yet still we climb and climb and climb
without a look, without a leap.

Broken dollar signs,
but all I need's the peak.
The strongest thought of mine
is to concede that I am weak.

I'm amiss but still redeeming,
forging dimes from solid steel.
I assist to keep them dreaming
because dreams are all that's real.


My first poem was written on May 15th, 1995. It was about basketball. Every year on that date since I write another poem about where I am in my basketball life. The original is in some notebook somewhere, and I'll add it to the site one day. Click here to see others.

Oil on the Canvas (RAISE THE PRICE OF GAS!)

RAISE THE PRICE OF GAS!--- because something has to be done to make it worth dying for. Per gallon, the price of gas should be higher than the price of milk because something has to be done to make it worth dying for.

Oil on the Canvas

She looked a bit dull to be so beautiful,
but people thought it-
so that's the way it was

I thought by now she'd be taken down
I thought by now she'd have to fall
But that picture just remained on the wall

So we've got oil on the canvas
whose artist is a bandit
who's never had a jail cell
keep 'im from his own hell

We've got a soldier in a coffin
and a funeral so often
that we mourn for only those
that don't go well

We've got a preacher in a pulpit
and a choir full of culprits
and a story for our children
that we can never tell...

And still we've got this oil to sell
So now I'm picturing hell
as I wish the picture would fall
And so... well, everything fell
while it stayed on the wall

We've got oil on the canvas
I couldn't understand it-
why an artistic bandit
did what he does

It looked a bit dull to be so beautiful,
but people thought it-
so that's the way it was

Heroine [sic]

Heroine [sic]

A sweet addiction
A dangerous need
Calloused veins
in a hallway bleed

With hazel eyes, she looked at me
to show me what I've never seen
Her hazel eyes, alluringly,
show me what I'd never be

With hazel eyes, she looked at me
before my blood was pure as wine
She knew I couldn't live without
her eyes upon the eyes of mine

Impeded breaths, a clouded mind
In insomnia, alone I'd strive
Impeded deaths, the pain I'd find
The greatest pain is I'm left alive

To let her go, the pain I'd know
wouldn't take me from the pain I'm in
Coursing through my open veins,
my girl has kissed me once again

My heart is slow
but still I know
it beats for you
and only you
Calloused veins
collapse in vain
to only have a dream untrue

But with bluer eyes
like bluer skies,
another woman came to me
She said I'll course
through your veins
if you'll course through the veins of me

With heavy legs,
I ran to her
With heavy arms,
I held her tight
I held her through the restless days
I held her through
the restless nights

And still through all the grayer skies,
she held me shaking by her side
And still through all the blatant lies,
she'd be only the truth I'd ever hide

And still through all the horrid nights,
she'd be my truest, sweetest dream
And still through all the needs I might,
she'd be the only thing I'd need

My sweet addiction, my only need
The only thought inside my mind
With bluer skies, so finally
the silver's left a clouded line

With the bluest eyes, she looked at me
when before my blood was pure as wine
She knew I couldn't live without
her eyes upon the eyes of mine


Heroin is a dangerous drug mostly because the user begins to need it to survive --- A need like water to the deserted or like air to the one who drowns. Love is a dangerous drug as well for all the same reasons unless you're lucky enough to find someone so heroic they help you fight your way through all the battles. In this story, our heroin addict found his heroine and survived because of her.

Street names for heroin: Hazel, sweet dream, dirt, noise, pure, hero, train, brown sugar, joy, horse, poison, junk.

Symptoms, signs, & results: Insomnia, restlessness, clouded mental functions, itching, heavy feeling in the user's arms and legs, muscle and bone pain, involuntary leg movement, vomiting, cold flashes, nausea, collapsed veins from repeated injections, slowed breaths, slowed cardiac functions, eye pupils very small with little reaction. Users often find hallways of abandoned building in which to take the drug. Other signs include blatant lying to cover their tracks, silver foil will start to disappear as it's often used to cook the drug, money might come up missing, dramatic weight loss, more energy than usual, and shaking from withdrawal symptoms (aka "going cold turkey"). Besides injecting into the veins, users also smoke and inhale the drug.

Heroine Hotline: 844.229.2468 (24/7, Toll-free, Confidential)