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Friday, 27 November 2009
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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
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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
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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.
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