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.