Ode to My Favorite Artists

(This is supposed to be a Song. Imagine it performed by Relient K and/or Owl City)

 

I woke up with a migraine.

I got told off by my brain.

I wonder what I’m gonna do today.

 

Got home feeling lazy.

My wife tells me I’m crazy.

I wonder why I always feel this way. 

 

It’s another non-compliant day

Where I’m reliant on Relient K

To get me through feeling ok

And I’ll say: Thank You, for this. 

 

The sun was out almost all week 

But the rain here has me feeling weak

And my outlooks always turning bleak.

 

‘Cus my mood changes with the weather and I don’t ever know whether, 

I’ll ever be feeling fine.

 

But I’ll stand up from self pity

Listen to some Owl City 

Wish my poems were that witty

And I’ll say: Thank You, for this. 

 

 

(I produced a really bad demo of the first half of this song..

took me an hour. Don’t judge.)

[ https://soundcloud.com/travis-jantzer/demo-ode-to-my-favorite ]

Contentment is Learned

Life is as good as you make it.

But those who have it better than us fake it.

Because, good is a matter of perspective.

My life and yours are not respective.

Life is a series of decisions.

But most of us have different visions.

Because choices change by the seasons,

My life and yours are for different reasons.

So don’t get your hopes up, but keep contentment ready.

So when someone cuts your ropes up, your mast can hang in steady.

We’re all just lost at sea, where some of us float better than the rest.

But learning to swim is free, so kick your feet and paddle your best.

I Can’t

If I can’t write you something deep and show you what is right,

How am I to be there when you fall?

If I can’t speak a work, and keep you up at night,

Should I be writing you at all?

 

I want to blow your mind.

Or somehow slow down time.

Point a pen in your direction and make you think your brain is mine.

 

 But I can’t.

 

 I’m missing that spark, that pop star flare.

That light in the dark to make you stare.

I’m just me.

 

I’ll never have the look, that award show given face.

Like a plot hole in a book I’m out of place.

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

 

I want to write a page of history,

Be a chapter all alone.

Your favorite part of this story,

Bring in ratings on my own.

 

But I won’t.

Because you don’t know who I am.

 

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

Bury Me Alive, See What Happens

**I’ve been listening to a lot of My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil, Motionless in White, Falling in Reverse, Asking Alexandria, etc.. I’m not in a band. But this is my Post-Hardcore song. No actual thoughts of violence behind this. Just trying to sound angsty.**

 

Feel the cold all pressed against you.

Steal the soul and past back to you.

Soil from the land around you,

Foiled like their planned “end” of you.

Chorus: 

Burst up from the ground.

Take back all you found.

Blow your “friends” a kiss before you put them all back down. 

Reach your crazy hands straight up.

Breach the daisy, roots cut up.

Fix your posture, stand right up. 

Sticks break noise, the town wakes up.

Chorus (Yelling):

Burst up from the ground!

Take back all you found!

Blow your “friends” a kiss as you smile, PUT THEM DOWN! 

 

(insert massive metal-core breakdown)

RAIN HELL!…

No one gets away!

PAIN FELL!…

All. earth. ends. today!

Burst open the ground. 

Put back all you found.

Blow the world a kiss after you burn the whole thing down. 

 

1955

I want to take life back to that World War Romance,

To return safe home in time for one slow dance.

 

I would have survived World War II, and come home to You.

We started our life together.

We bought a house after the War, I’m not away any more,

And we vowed to love each other forever.

 

I want to sit next to you on our wrap around porch while the family dog sleeps at my feet.

We watch the sun rise above our American Flag as the paper boy rolls down the street.

With faint fm static the radio is playing.

Our son runs from the field with a cheerful voice, saying:

The apples are nearly ripe enough to eat.

 

With a day off work I have no reason to worry.

Content in the moment, we have no wish to hurry.

You finish a book and add it to a shelf where there’s not much room for more

So we set it aside and flip through the letters I wrote you during the war.

 

We reach the middle of the day, and our kids want to see the town.

So we dress ourselves in our nicest set of clothes and drop the convertible top down.

While cruising along you stand on your seat. You smile with the wind in your hair

You give me a kiss for good times sake, and you laugh up a breath of  fresh air.

 

Everyone waves as we come to a stop.

Our kids run by the bookstore to the ice cream shop.

Hand in hand we saunter along.

Our son has a pocket full of candy.

We skip down the sidewalk to our favorite song

As our daughter holds laughter handy.

 

We drive back home to prepare for the night

And work in the garden till we run out of light.

After supper is through I clean up with you

And I come to realize… at the moment my whole life is right.

 

I want to take life back to that World War Romance,

To return safe home to a life long dance.

Let’s live like they did in Nineteen Fifty Five

And I promise you now, we’ll  keep romance alive.

Preferences 

She stood in the store, I came through the door. I had answered her call, to meet at the mall. 

She looked with care afraid of my stare, my girl had just dyed her hair. 

 
And she says: 

 “I know that I look different today.  

Would you miss me if I went away?

 Do you still love me like you did yesterday?” 

And I replied:

 “My preference will only change as you do. 

You’re beautiful. Babe, I love You.” 
So we get married and a house of our own, and we get off work and both come home.

She pulls up her sleeve, says: “like it, please! I got tattooed, but please don’t leave.”

She utters:

 “I know that I look different today.  

Would you miss me if I went away?

Do you still love me like you did yesterday?” 
And I replied: 

 “My preference only changes as you do. 

You’re beautiful. My Love, I love You.” 
Then she has our kids and we raise them together. We both get old and look under the weather. 

I step to our room, where she stands in the mirror. She’s hiding a tear because age was her fear. 

She cries: 

 “I know that I look different today.  

Would you miss me if I went away?

 Do you still love me like you did yesterday?” 
And I replied: 

 “My preference has only changed as you do. 

You’re beautiful. Gorgeous, I love You.” 
I wake at her bedside, we’re tired and ill. We both have already turned in our will.

With breakfast in bed I kiss her forehead, and hold her hand tightly to show what’s been said.

She whispers: 

 “I know that I look different today.  

Will you miss me when I go away?

Will you still love me like you did yesterday?” 
And I reply: 

 “My preference has always changed as you do. 

You’re beautiful. My Hero, I love You.” 
Written May 20th, 2017, for Cassie Marie, from Travis Jantzer

When the Injured Bird is Heard

It was late in the spring with the clouds drizzling

On a cold rainy day in the middle of May

When a bird tapped my window with something to say.

I opened the window to hear the bird talk

And could tell as he entered, he struggled to walk

I noticed his limping and knew he was hurt.

He also was dripping and needed a shirt.

“I don’t like the wind and rain!”

The young bird whimpered in pain.

“It’s difficult to fly so I stopped in a tree,

But the branch wasn’t dry so my grip slipped free.

I toppled right over to the branch right beside,

If I didn’t have wings I’d surely have died.”

I patiently listened while the bird told his story,

Then hastily told him to no longer worry.

“The rain can’t last long, for the sun will come back.

But stay here till it’s gone and we’ll both have a snack.”

He lifted his head and gave me a smile:

“Why thank you my Friend! I’ll stay for a while.”

With fruit in my hand I gave him the seeds.

With a toothpick and band I tended his needs.

I fashioned a cape to drape on his wings

So he could stay warm in the rain while he sings.

I ended up spending the day with my Friend

Till the sun went down and the day had to end.

So eventually my Friend had to leave me alone,

To return to his tree with a home of his own.

But I promised him shelter in all types of weather

And to show me his thanks my Friend left me a feather.