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Sunday, 18 October 2009
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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
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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
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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
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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.
BreakingRetaliation
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- Member Since: 4/27/2006
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