On Hold

Is writing worth it? Do my poems matter?

Will publishing another failure make me sadder?

Why put time into something I love if it never becomes a real thing?

I can keep my head in the water above but my body’s still swimming upstream.

The life I have now is already enough. I won’t die if I give up my dreams.

Adding an accolade would only be fluff when I’m already stretched at the seams.  

Is it really giving up if I never commit?

Is my self published work way too much to omit?

Do you really climb a mountain if you never summit?

When every day life keeps you down; you submit?

At what point does desire transform into action?

You strive and aspire to grow beyond faction.

You’re looking for a buyer, spread of word, and some traction.

But lighting that fire is all but a fraction.

Passion is rarely all it’ll take

And effort can barely preserve what’s at stake.  

You need motivation to keep up the drive.

A little inspiration to keep it alive.

But nobody knows to ask you about You.

Your back burner still is kept hidden from view

Until someone wanders across what you do,

And asks you when they can get something new.

Can you really tell them how it’s all on hold?  

How you wish you were driven but you’ve never been bold.

How your last four projects were all but out sold

How you’re feeling your dream is just childish and old?…

Maybe their intrigue was all that you needed?

Your love for your work may not be conceded

Effort and energy may not be depleted

Take one hint of hope and be not defeated.

Six Alarms

(I love writing Punk lyrics for a band that doesn’t exist.)

I set Six Alarms on your phone

For the nights I sleep alone.

You’ll say “the hell?” at 1:00 AM.

And wake up pissed at 2 again.

Something’s wrong for sure at 3

By 4 you’ll start to know its me.

That 5th alarms the last? its not.

6 is on your Echo Dot.

If I can’t sleep you won’t either.

I hope you catch a gnarly fever.

The Crown in the Shadow

Late in the night, when all light turns dim,

Dark wings and claws might rise within.

In the back of the closet and under the bed,

Creatures are watching from behind your head.

Footsteps and growling can sometimes be heard,

Breathing and hissing like unspoken words.

But wait, if you listen, there’s a fairy around!

That shadow you see flickering back and forth on the ground!

Up on your dresser, what’s that? can it be?

It’s true! There’s a fairy, a tiny fairy you see.

“Don’t be afraid.” It whispers down low.

“I’m here with a message. I want you to know:”

With a still small voice the fairy tried to explain,

The mystery of the shadows, simple and plain.

“Not every shadow will be what it seems.

Not every shadow is actually mean.

Sometimes a shadow just shows what’s to come,

It’s just not yet ready and soon to be done.

With morning the dark will be brought into light.

For every new day is born first from the night.

God only knows what will come of tomorrow,

So hold to that hope; you can fly above sorrow.”

With that, and a smile, the Fairy flew away.

Rarely does a Fairy come by long to stay.

But notice in the dark of your room, you look down.

That scary pointy shadow, is actually a crown.

A prince lives in your closet and sleeps in there too.

The Fairy just left to tell him about you!

See, the Price fights the dark, and is never afraid.

He rests in his bed near the shadow You made.

So don’t be afraid when the lights all go out.

In the dark there’s a Prince and Fairies about.

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.