POKwrites

11:14,
28 Days Later,
28 Weeks Later,
40 Days & 40 Nights,
300,

A LIFE LESS ORDINARY,
ACCEPTED,
Across the Universe,

Batman Begins,
Bella,
The Big Empty,
Big Daddy,
BIG FISH,
Billy Madison,
THE BOONDOCK SAINTS,
THE BOONDOCK SAINTS 2: ALL SAINTS DAY,
The Breakfast Club,
Broken Flowers,
THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT,

Chasing Amy,
Clerks 1 & 2,
Click,
Crank,
Crash,
THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON,

DAN IN REAL LIFE,
THE DARK KNIGHT,
Dazed & Confused,
The Departed,
DISTRICT 9,
DOGMA,
DONNIE DARKO,
Dreamland,

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND,

Fight Club,
Final Destination 1-3,
FORGETTING SARAH MARSHALL,
Friday,

GARDEN STATE,
Gone in 60 Seconds,
Grandma's Boy,

High Fidelity,
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,
Hot Rod,
Hostel,
Hot Fuzz,
House of D,

I Love You, Man,
The Incredible Hulk,
INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS,
Iron Man 1 & 2,

Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back,
John Q,
JUNO,

The Kingdom,
KNOCKED UP,
KUNG-FU PANDA,

The Last Kiss,
Little Miss Sunshine,
Lock,
Stock & Two Smoking Barrels,
LONDON,
LOST IN TRANSLATION,

Mall Rats,
Man on Fire,
Moon,

Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist,
The Nines,
NUMB,
The Number 23,

Once,

Pan's Labyrinth,
Paranormal Activity,
Pineapple Express,
Pulp Fiction,
Punch Drunk Love,
The Punisher,

Reign Over Me,
Requiem For a Dream,
Reservoir Dogs,
Role Models,
THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS,

Saw 1-5,
The Science of Sleep,
Serendipity,
Shaun of the Dead,
SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION,
Sin City,
Smokin' Aces,
Spanglish,
Stranger Than Fiction,
Suicide Kings,
Sunshine,
SUPERBAD,

Transformers 1 & 2,
Tropic Thunder,

UP,

V for Vendetta,

Wall-E,
The Waterboy,
Waiting,
Where The Wild Things Are,
WRISTCUTTERS ,
YPF aka Young People F*@king ,

Zach & Miri Make a Porno,
Zombieland

 Part #1

[11.02.09]

“The heart slowly beats while we fall asleep,

And in this amount of time, the past come into mind...”

As we lie awake in our beds,

Memories start to fill our heads.

These images turn into dreams,

It's always about someone, something...

ZzZzZz...

Comfortably numb in our own skin,

Wondering when we wake, can we feel again?

Facial expressions are made but never felt,

It's hard for us to mask them, we can't help it.

Why suppress? Because sometimes when we express...

We put our all on the plate, when just a little would've been great.

So some hesitate, we don't want to look like fools,

Who started these standards, which set the rules?

No guideline was ever made, but people have books,

And written on every page, are pieces that we took... from others.

But we make our own decisions right?

Then why by the end of the night, we still replay...

The things we did, or should've done that day...

Did we make our own choices, did things for ourselves?

Or was it for others, did they really need help?

We can do for our own and for others too,

But to say we've grown, we should never choose... one over another.

You're the priority, then everything's next,

We're all a little selfish, it should be expected...

Wake Up...

[05.07.09]

This story begins with a sure thought of win.
Nothing seemed b ro ke n, no concerns spoken out loud.
Connection was at its fullest? Both agreed; no bullshit.
But pretty soon at that place, you pulled off that poker face.
I thought you would never, I should’ve known better…

In spite of saying you won't bite…
You bit close to the nerves, predetermined before I even, if ever...deserved.
You handed me that free pass but it expired,
No good before I could, liar…

My presence was always there, but did you really care?
When no one else was around, I fed your eardrums with sound.
My vocals were projected with heart, but your looks cut them a/p/a/r/t/
In the presence of others, you eventually allowed…
To make them all see me as the “Oh, you’re good for now.”

Right there and then, all ties came to an end.
Silence was the only thing heard,
Months go by, not even one word.

Then comes that one day, “I’m only minutes away…”
Damn.
That hole I fell in was good and buried,
Until time dug it back up, all that dirt carried away.
But I knew better now, I stood near that edge,
I stayed for awhile, but never made that bed...
Our ears picked up sound again,
It felt good saying “Remember when…”
Pretty soon time comes back, making more room,
No more noises, silence is resumed…

And now today…
A bird flew by and sang me a song,
About the ending of a status, in this case the word “gone”
A new word will appear soon, so now there’s hesitance,
Could it be “renew”, “resume?”
All I keep thinking now is “present”…

...We lived our lives as if a wall was there, we were divided…
And maybe someday we'll both find a way to run it down, we would’ve collided.
The wall will crumble as feelings tumble, while we stumble over from all those drinks…
We'll forget about things we regret and intertwine without thinking.
We’ll let all the anger ever held die, all the walls punched, tears cried.
Instead of standing together, we’ll stand alone,
Only then we can say we’ve grown.
Someday has turned into gone away,
Never to be seen again. And we’ll never find THE END.

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[03.25.09]

When FRIENDS are there, solitude is hardly seen,
but take away RELIANCE and you're left with a FIEND.

If someone is down and you deny a helping hand,
Next time you're on the ground, don't expect help to stand, back up.

If you let someone down, even over reasons that seem dumb,
It'll effect relations, not all but some.

Faith is taken soon after,
then Innocence is crushed faster...than you can blink.
And you're left alone to think...

Now you're solo, running in life's race and you pretend,
that everything's okay but there's no one at the END, waiting...

So backtrack from the finish line, run back the way you went,
Towards where you started, where time was spent, on others...

Reach out to the ones that reached out to you,
Make things more Fair, try everything you can do.

Improvements can be made, trust can be grown,
and maybe next time, you won't END up running alone.

Failure will cease to exist,
leaving no Resentment and you're left with this,

the letter I, which stands for YOU,
An Individual, Independent, Impressive, Improved.

You're the one to help first, then everyone else,
So happiness can be shared, but start with YOURSELF...

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[04.27.07]

For every dark moment, there should be a light.
For every two wrongs, there should be a right.
For every three arguments, there should be a fight.
For every fourth mistake, there should be forgiveness.
For every five tears, there should be a shoulder.
For every sixth promise, all should be broken.
For every seventh call, no words should be spoken.
For every eighth hug, there should be a passionate kiss.
For every nine rhymes, it's about someone being missed.
For every ten lines, there's the end. and I feel fine but not really...

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[04.04.06]

…To wake up every morning and have nothing on my mind,
No thoughts, ideas, no one, would be fine.
…To have each day go by slowly, slow rise to slow set,
Noticing every minute, not hour, every second counted and met.
…To take the time and talk to everyone I care about,
Listening to what they got to say, hearing them out.
…To finish all my goals, accomplish them one by one,
Getting everything I want, all my working being done.
…To write a song or poem, without a cuss word or depressing rhyme,
Without pain, suffering, suicide, death, hatred and crime.
…To have a good life, everyone around me full of health,
Full of goodwill, full of heart, sharing the love and the wealth.
…To display my full intentions, letting everyone know,
What I’m capable of, what I want to give and show.
…To live life to the fullest, seizing each day and everyone around,
Never wasting a moment, from when I get up to when I lie down.
…To make all the above happen, without sacrificing a thing,
Without giving up what I value most, only what I can bring But...When I wake up, things start to fill my mind,
With thoughts, ideas, words, and sentences every time.
…Each day passes by, too quick and too fast,
Not enough time to count the seconds, not enough time to make it last.
…I can’t talk to everyone; they’re either too busy or gone,
Some even passed away, some just went ahead and moved on to different things.
…I have too many goals, and don’t know where to start,
Too many things to do, all diverse, spread apart.
…Putting cuss words and sad things in my rhymes sets it free,
From my thoughts, my minds, every part of me.
…My life is alright, its not always good but once in a while,
And not everyone is kind, nice, and helpful, some don’t even smile.
…I hide my intentions; rarely show how I feel to another,
Sometimes I try my best, sometimes I don’t, it’s either one or the other.
…Things hold me back; keep me from living the life,
Distracts me, keeps me busy, there’d be so much I’d have to sacrifice.
…All these things that are keeping me down, from being content,a
Is all in my head, I need to get rid of it, keep a close eye on how my days are spent…

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[12.10.06]

Every time I look up I hoped the sky would cry,
I wish it weep non-stop, or until my eyes dry.
Cause then no one would see the tears of a Fiendish Writer,
By then I'll have no feeling, no abuse, pain or lighter...
Can make me flinch, cause by then I'll be numb,
Every emotion fallen in drops of tears, I'm done.

I'm sick of all the stress, anxiety, suffering, pain.
They've fallen to the ground, blending with the rain.
But the rain never lasts,
It's like a memory, becoming a distant past.
And when it all dries, all that's left are lies...
Denial of failing, missing chances to help another,
Being unsuccessful, losing those once close, family, friends, a lover.
I've emptied into Mr. FeelNothing. Another alter ego...
Not the good and caring one, but heartless and evil.

I don't give a care anymore, or care about anyone,
Everyone's off my list, all erased. Done for.
Now all I have to care about is me, myself, my own piece of mind,
Nobody will gain an ounce of concern, I'm cutting the lines.
I'm cutting the ties, connections, sympathy, affections.
I'm not the hero anymore, was I even one to begin with?
I never tried to be one, I just put up with a lot of shit.
I just tried to help, my selfless giving was never blessed,
Any situation I was in, less me even more of a mess.

There were those that didn't need help, I can understand,
But there were some that were falling, so I gave a helping hand.
There were those that couldn't even help themselves;
Doomed from the start...
Then there were those who were selfish,
Taking pieces of a caring heart.
I did help some, maybe too much, damn my selfless intentions,
I just cared a lot, now I realzed something...

I helped all the time, but never thought that I needed help,
Every time I tried to jump in and save the day, I never once saved myself.
I put my concerns and pain inside, focusing on those around,
Until that day came when no one was in trouble, no one made a sound.
I was left alone, finally realizing my concerns,
All the things that were wrong with me, I finally learned.

I wish that everyone can see inside ME now.
And see all the MARKS...
That are left on a Barely Breathing, Bruised & Beaten HEART.
But those SCARS are there to REMIND...
that I'm a little messed up, but I'll be FINE.
I need to stop helping OTHERS and help MYSELF first,
But now I'm thinking the worse...
While I'm finally figuring myself, all that I'm ABOUT,
Will ANYBODY else help ME if I try to reach OUT?

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[04.30.08]

The rain dried as all the clouds died...

Summer heat is coming back,
but I barely feel it on my shoulder,
Things that happened in the recent past,
Made me grow a little colder.

My vision was offset,
Dumbstruck by fucked up plots,
The summary is hard to forget,
As vocal cords and eardrums fought.

The time and place can be easily replaced,
but the characters all remained sparse,
Everyone's trying to save face,
but no one is getting very far.

Fucked feelings re-occur as love & hate start to blur...

Story lines start to repeat,
but some are walking with a different pair of feet.
They march in familiar shoes,
Some incidentally, some chose to...

The outlook seemed hopeless for some,
Drifting too far away to be saved,
but when its themselves that they're trying to get away from,
There's too many chains to break free from that slave.

In the long run, things get better over time,
but the present day can be a killer; gun included,
Committing murder and other crimes,
Let's make the future a victim, let's shoot it.

People forgive and then forget. Fact. I'll bet on that...

When you have power in your hands,
Would you use it to bring about change?
Or would you fix what will never stand,
and end up staying the same?

You can try to piece together life's puzzle,
but missing pieces can obscure the big picture,
You can try make up your own but it's a struggle,
and you'll never have the original scripture.

Reminders are there for some to take,
but some things should already be known,
If you kept lessons in mind from past mistakes,
Only then you can say you've grown...

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[05.29.06]

A child dreams constantly throughout most of their day.
Inner thought filled with imaginative wishes and hopes.
Thinking of only the pleasant scenes of where they want to be,
The people for who they want to be with
They're controlling what happens.
Thinking of things they want, nothing but simple things that would seem
Unimportant to an adult. Childish things, they would call it.
Christmas, Birthdays, Toys, Games, Ice Cream, Junk food of all kind, everything they would want.
This is a simple imagination of a happy little kid.
One with no thoughts of reality and fact.
No hint given of the world revolving around them...the truth.

As the days go by, the child learns of all things kept in the dark.
Time has given him a light to see all.
And in the most sensitive moments of his life, most traumatic,
He learns that lies revolved around him, ripping away the innocence.
All while growing into his adolescence.
That's when the young adult knows deception and has a keen sense of fake.
He becomes the wiser but not wise in logic. Just experience.
He knows now all the childhood memories were protected by Adults,
Protecting him from the corrupted, real situations of life.
All hopes and dreams only promised in words.
And the day he realized it, he broke.
Innocence lasts for a limited time, and then you're stuck with what's real. Reality.
Losing innocence while young, sometimes that's what life will steal.

©Copyright 2009 aaronPOK

[12.12.06]

I hate what you've done to me,
Every thought of you left me thinking in misery.
But you never drift far from my mind,
Whenever I put words together you appear just in time.
I tell you almost everything, nothing personal I won't share,
But it's like talking to a mirror, don't even know if you care.
But how could I know? You show no emotion,
You're like the definition of numbness, You're not open.

You're nothing. You don't exist.
But when I'm not occupied with myself, it's you I miss.
I'm constantly alone, even in a crowd,
Even with my friends, I feel left out.
I'm always coming back to you, you're the only medicine I need,
But the side effect of taking you turned me into a FIEND.
Now I'm always starving, hungry for your attention,
It's like I just want to use you, damn selfish intentions.
I've gotten addicted, my mind's been tricked
You're my only release, I'm itching, it's a bitch.

And to further my thoughts...You're all I got.
I've become dependent on you, relying on your every move.
You're the only one I want to prove that I'm the best,
You make me stick out all above the rest.
You do help others, even my closest friends,
You even help strangers, your charity never ends.
You inspire us all to expose the most felt thoughts,
And all that exposure grows into something that can't be bought...

Emotions. The raw emotions that makes humans feel,
That reminds us life is real, right in front of our eyes,
Happy, Sad, Depressed, Mad, Worried, Scared & Surprised.
But emotions can quickly turn, change from one to the next,
You help me control mine when I least expect it.
I don't think I'll ever get rid of you,
I want you to stay around forever.
You've taught me to be different, creative, clever.
Will I ever leave you? Never.
I hate what you've done to me,
But now I see, without you I'd be more a mess than I am now,
But you barely help me clean myself up, even when you're allowed.

So now...
I'll throw a party in honor of you, cause when I'm finally gone...
You'll make the memory of me live on, without lifting a finger,
You'll make me linger on to a thought in peoples' minds,
That they'll never forget,
I'll call you a safe bet, cause I know I'm not.

I'll continue to use you, even when it feels uninviting.
I'll abuse you to the point where we'll start fighting.
But it'll be a draw, and it'll be shown for all to see.
So in a way, you're only part of my misery.

So keep on being that nervous itch I keep biting,
I'll tell more people about you,
I'll tell the whole world about...

WRITING...