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Friday, 27 November 2009

  • Vindictive Like That


    Getting their attention is half
    The task

    And no one likes it simple
    It isn't difficult enough
    To tap the shoulder
    Bat the eyes
    Shrug and
    Ask

    With Axe in hand
    I plan to pry
    Through layers of cat fur
    Delving past
    Claws
    Scent and
    Sex

    It's not women
    It's not rocket science
    It's not law
    Or a new age appliance
    To be considered complex

    Words painted
    On the inside of my teeth
    Waiting for the coaxing moment
    Whispering a vex
    Waiting for whomever stands in my way
    Waiting for whomever
    Is next.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

  • The Height of It All


    You tower over me
    You all do
    I'll never see the crowns of your heads
    Or understand the double digit size
    Of your long-past shined leather shoes

    My fingers sink into the sand
    With a false sense of a rooted security
    Hoping the salt will wash away my
    absolutely lovely impurities

    The ones that usher me on to find the center of you
    But never grip too tightly
    Never follow it
    All the way through

    You don't have emotion
    Of them, you're a vibrant correlation
    Up, past, beyond my head
    Forever a shrinking sensation

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.

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