Ode To Sweet Tea

When I recently looked back on my nonsensical poems from high school, I attempted to write a new one in the same irreverent style...

"Ode To Sweet Tea"

Oh, sweet tea,
How I love thee,
Even when ye,
Make me pee.

Tequila is vicious,
Milk, delicious,
Motor oil, viscous,
Greeks throw discus,

But the only one I wish to see,
Is the one I love with certainty,
My best friend ever,
(It's true, indeed,)
Ice-cold, refreshing,
Sweet, sweet tea.

Hopeless

I was working on some lyrics a while back. In addition to the meter not working at all, I found most of the lines annoying, depressing, and pretentious. Now, I find them kind of funny...in a Sylvia Plath kind of way...

"Hopeless"

There's pictures in my head,
Of mistakes I have made,
Memories of a perfect life,
And the years I threw way.

I'll get drunk tonight,
Dream of things I know ain't real,
I'll pretend that I'm in love,
While lonely laughs at how I feel.

I wish this place would just burn down,
I wouldn't even try for the door,
I'd wrap myself in all these blankets,
While fire licks whiskey up off the floor.

I string together good days,
But the stitching never holds,
The needle digs inside of me,
Makes me shiver like the cold,

I bury my head in useless hands,
Staring down in an empty cup,
It takes all I've got to try to breath,
And nothing to give up.