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Sunday, 18 October 2009

  • I hate this
    I hate this
    I want to hate you
    I really want to

    How much easier it would be
    If you really hated me

    Week two is over
    But your voice isn't here
    You must be fucking girls
    That look like me
    And I can't fake that I don't care

    You must think I'm worthless
    Cruel, weak, and broken
    And that's a good reason not to talk
    I already know, then

    I wish you'd just tell me
    You won't ever talk to me again
    I wish you'd just tell me
    You don't want to be my friend
    I wish I could stop
    Waiting for your call
    Then I could stop wishing
    And be just another girl on the wall

Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • Donuts


    It's a stirring within me
    Knowing you can't read
    Between the lines of my
    Poetry

    If that's what you want to call it
    Liquor and curtains
    Homework and virginity
    You'll be my pen
    And I'll be your creativity

    Hunched over,
    Falling into a world
    Of office space
    As I supply you with donuts
    Useless conversation
    Bad jokes and a round face

    And you may never look over your shoulder
    And I'll pretend I never glance over mine
    But you'll feel that cold tile hit your back when the arches rise
    And you'll be sorry you wasted my time

Monday, 21 September 2009

  • They Can't All Be Winners


    Never have my thought bubbles filled my room
    Painted my walls
    Every shade of bitch

    Like I'm speaking too loudly
    But the volume is just high enough
    To curl one side of my head

    False red locks tumble down
    Unhoned talents
    Things I wish to be
    Left alone

    But no!
    Improve Impress Impatient
    Forever in a state of discontent
    Settling down in chains for the next seventeen years
    Brain tissue for rent

    Where acronym tests bind my hands
    My teeth, mouth
    And my mind

    Because, what justifies good enough?
    My money's worth is undefined
    My value is unknown
    But my intelligence I've out grown
    My transcript
    Has been ripped
    Taped
    Framed
    and Thrown

    Because I know no better
    And I can't fit my life into designated lines
    That pencil is lack luster
    And so I do not shine

    I can't say I care.

Saturday, 22 August 2009

  • Grocery Store

    As I coast through aisle five
    looking for velveeta
    Swerving like I'm driving my own boat
    With my car keys in one hand and in my other
    A margarita?

    Virgin of course
    Like the olive oil from Italy
    Right under these bright fluorecent lights
    I let the candy section summon me

    Ask me where my sweet tooth is
    And if I've got the peanutbutter yet?
    And how many kids can you really fit into that shopping cart
    Shaped like a corvette,
    Lady?

    I wanna squeeze the pears in the produce section
    Like I know what that achieves
    Pull all of the balloons out from their net
    And let them fly free!

    Free!
    Free as the free samples!
    Tiny little cheese cubes
    And funny plastic gloves
    Shampoo of every size and scent
    Herbal Essence
    To Dove

    Every over the counter remedy
    Every squeaky wheel dealt
    Every over-talkaltive cashier
    And smooth rolling conveyor belt

    Every tanked lobster
    Every friendly deli man
    I'm living in the land of food
    My life
    In a can.



  • Lady Parts


    And it's not as though I know you
    Your control panel
    And  its cyborg connections

    Sharing programs with
    Other lady parts
    To hide your own critical reflections

    I can't read my poetry
    Like I used to read yours
    I can't see me the way I used to be

    Disconnected and
    Hanging off the hook
    My truth
    And folklore
    Not quite as easy to see

    Refocus, click click
    Grease those gears
    Feed me my submissive ticker tape

    And rid me of my
    Clouded fears.