when you were finally walking
hand in hand with your
Father on the sidewalk
safe from the reckless cars and
then you started stepping a
little to the left, then
to the right, walking a
somewhat crooked path because
so slowly but surely you
started creeping closer and
closer to the painted yellow
line between the street and
the sidewalk, that's why when
even more than usual
to step a little farther until
you started to teeter
over the edge
not caring now if you fall
over, completely pulling yourself
free from your Dad's loving hold
then if that wasn't enough,
to keep straying from safety while
inching closer to apathy
until both feet stood on
the rough concrete below
the sidewalk you
strayed too far from
now my only hope is
you don't dare
cross the pedestrian lane to
the other side where no
one can pull you back
onto the safety of
Your body, is a story for me
The story tells me
We've all been through something
And it hurts and it stings
But with struggle comes strength
-as cliche as it is-
Connecting your beauty marks with my finger tips
my lips on your soft but thick skin
deep smells, deep spells
Intertwined with love and compassion
sex and lust
smelling scents that are addicting
your noises, my reactions
Is it true?
Scared and frightened
But its a breath of fresh air
Because I've been craving and wanting
someone who responds
With a ring around my neck
Cross your fingers, hope to love
Slit your thoat, with hope
Whatever disease you have, you catched me
And its truth
I feel for you
I've been building you this bridge that you refuse to cross.
I'm running low on energy. Maybe I should just take it down,
But I'll leave it up because
You like adventure.
Possibly one day you'll want to take the scenic route
And though it might be longer,
I'm worth it.
A dark river
The treacherous rapids,
and stretches of gentle water,
that never last.
Even the river ends,
spilling out into a lake
or an ocean,
or even another river.
Some rivers are underground.
Those are the darkest rivers,
one hopes they can cross when the time comes.
But from this position,
on top of a small pile of rocks,
in the gentle stretch of the river,
there are rapids ahead,
another battle to be fought.
But beyond the churning water,
is this mist.
it's so beautiful,
it feels safe,
but it's unknown.
And if the battle is won,
i'll be lost in that sparkling mist,
that hides all shadows.
When the sun rises
and the mist fades away,
will I fade as well?
Or, when the mist fades
will it clear my vision?
But I have to leave my island
and fight those dark, churning waters
Then I'll know for sure.
("if there is anything i can do to help you just tell me. there is nothing i wouldn't do to help my khaleesi. "
"just make me smile again"
"j-just think about-
jake malik and his terrifying rubber chicken like will we ever be done with that?-
or like, why the hell Nightwish needed so much milk on that one tour-
or how Caleb turned to me in science randomly the other day and said 'you and Courtney are going to have a goth Emilie Autumn wedding, aren't you?' "
"YOU BET WE ARE CALEB"
"like how do you even have an Emilie Autumn wedding-" -i rambleramblerambled and my ideas were dumbdumbdumb but it was okay because what she had to say was adorablest-
"Easy, i get a pretty pretty corset dress and with the emilie autumn crossed out heart symbol in the middle and after we say the vows
you pick out the stitches that cross the heart out
and i give the heart to you
because you fixed my heart and now i offer it to you x"
--i grinned so aggressively my dimples hurt and i accidentally fell out of my chair but i was too happy to move or to get up or anything i couldn't handle all the cute so i just lay there on the floor for a few minutes beaming intensely at the minimal brightness of the cell phone screen while everything else disappeared because nothing matters but her--
e a s y )
someday with this hand, I will lift your sorrows.
if only you were here and i could touch you and entangle my fingers in your perfect hair
Your cup will never empty,
For I will be your wine.
(you're drunker than Cersei Lannister on me
and it shows
when it is approximately 3am and you are making hashtags and
inviting me to come to england and eat you out x
there are always xxkissesxx at the end and somehow that makes it even more endearing and if there was any way i could i would be there now darling and you know it.)
'i fixed your heart' you say
i could say it was easy to fix, but that would be lying
but it wasn't too terribly difficult to mend
and even though it's fixed now i'm certain i will never be done with it
i'm rubbish at cheering people up but wow
On monochrome highways I chase your dreamcoat encapsulated body.
I’ll swallow you like codeine, soothing the cuts serrated words left on my esophagus.
With stolen wine, embittered lips, naked naked naked blindness, we are gasping for carbon dioxide,
screaming never leave, please don’t leave. You direct the moon of your eye into my light-starved system.
And then come morning, run your hands along my gilded wrists, chip away the paint, it falls into molehills on beaten wooden floors.
Let your teeth grow crooked because you hate the straight and narrow.
Pick at your scabs, create redness you swear is moonburn.
Speak in banalities, cross your heart, my eyes, and swear you don’t.
Graffiti yourself in rainbows unless someone ventures into your venn diagram borders in which case drape yourself in blackness, like that one angsty midnight you suffered through.
Maybe ebony will then be enough, maybe you’ll finally be art, maybe you can hang yourself on the walls of museums, maybe you’ll be praised and detractors can not see through shut eyes.
Trademark yourself and I promise I won’t become tangled in your legalities.
I’ll just tangle my hair in your fingers when the oxygen goes sour in my own bedroom and I want to be wanted.
A B.S.Hunter's view on poor people
I work up to 60/70 hours per week and screw around on F.B & Craigslist. We had weeks of debating the poor and how some leech off the state. Had people hollering leech to all poor people even the ones in cities like Detroit where they said blacks love living on welfare and they uneducated and they come from the planet ghetto jungle bunny. Not my words but they exist in my city with population 15 thousand. Poster on Craigslist challenged community to playact we were broke,
contact dhs and get info on how much a poor person with number of your own household gets per month along with food stamps.
To make it seem real, I took out the exact amount I would get if I was a poor person. Gave possession of check books and cash and my own house key to my dad and told him what i was doing. He said good luck son you wont make it on state aid. It was cheating but I did keep my car cause no way in hell am I waiting hours for a bus and walking on busy S. Airport and streets such as Garfield is dangerous. I rode that bus when my car was getting new tires and a tune up and it smelled bad like sweat funk.
Funds are put on a bridge card, that's cash aid and food stamps here in Michigan. I thought with this small amount of cash how in the hell will i survive?
I discovered pretty damned fast I could not afford rent and best I could afford was a nasty room in a place in downtown are where poor people rent rooms and no one should be living in. I wouldn't let my dog stay there and I felt like I should be packing a gun for protection. No minorities but whites who are down on their luck. Could not afford the small deposit even for that nasty dump. I cheated and bunked with a friend. That place is what you wont see come film festival or cherry festival time.
Forget having enough to buy healthy foods. I could afford bread and high carb fattening shit that nobody should have to live off. If I was poor I could not afford fresh produce I'd be eating cheap shit I could afford and if I had kids it would be far worse off.
I quit after a few days and would be hating life if I was poor.
Northern Michigan craigslist posters are notorious for flagging truth.
They flag and remove what they don't want to see on forum when it
don't agree with ass backward views of our good citizens.
They run people off with ignorance and now some like me have come here
and now see some of the ignorant have followed and joined this site posing as poets.
Found this when I went to site from a person claiming to be on vacation in Florida
but keeps posting and posting on our Forum. Poster now claims he is in Gaylord
that "drooling halfwit" always gives this one who changes locations away.
" red cross (gaylord)
Let me get this straight,you can afford the internet and a car but too poor to buy gas??Bet you wish that fake boycott worked stupid.You drive around looking for free handouts so you can drive around.This story is such bullshit,just like you.Get a job lazy drooling halfwit.
Posters originally posted months ago but keeps renewing same post. This posted after someone was refused gas by the red cross while red cross volunteers sat there eating their lunch. Person was driving around on fumes. You try telling this idiot people down don't stay broke forever and you get posts like this one from idiots.
I did not rely on hear say, I made calls to red cross. Red cross does not provide gas money to walk ins and they provide help in unexpected disasters BUT not to poor people already homeless. They did build a luxury hotel on property bought using donations but I can't tell you why they built it.
Leather coat. Oxblood.
Denim jeans. Faded gray.
Rhinestone belt. Black.
Wrinkled button-up. Charcoal.
Silver necklace with a brass cross.
Canvas boots. Burgundy.
Three Moleskines. Brown.
Two pens. Red and blue.
Twenty seven dollar and thirty four cents.
One beaten down carrying case. Black.
The whole is greater than the sum
of its parts
but just barely
I might as well be a polystyrene box floating through the city
strumming heartsongs in subway dens
Oh. One glass pipe. Clear.
I forgot that, it belongs on the list.
Okay I didn’t forget it.
I lie, sue me.
or low is just a part of me though
and some people think it’s all of me.
Some people look at me like
I don’t have a home, which makes me angry,
not because they’re wrong,
but because they always look disgusted
with I think they should look concerned.
My guitar case likes to change itself from time to time.
Sometimes it’s with the seasons
and sometimes it’s with the sun,
but generally its with the sparks in my head
and how it reflects them.
I’ll wake up round 6
underneath the Williamsburg brudge
with warm bacon in my nostrils,
cold sun on my skin,
and my case will show me the WD
on it’s back
and tell me it means “Wonderful Day.”
On snowy Sundays in Battery Park
it’ll flop down on a quiet curb
and whine, “Warmth Dammit.”
I’ll amble up Prince Street through the holidays
looking for breathing buildings.
He’ll jump from my right shoulder to my left
and whisper, “Where’s Dad?”
He goes back to my right shoulder.
I like to laugh when I walk past Starbucks,
any old Starbucks,
because everybody in there is from Seattle
and they came all this way for a cup of coffee.
I came all that way too,
but I don’t think it was for a cup of coffee.
I lived with a girl named Cat
or a girl who had a cat
in an old walk up across from a Quizno’s.
Cat gave me coke.
not the cat.
I remember she
had an ivy green front door
because I’d stay up and stare out the peephole
watching people come home late.
I will become that house down the street with the lights out
and the lawn overgrown
I will become the house down the street
consumed by the earth
the one with the creaky doors, the one with the battered windows
and the kids will run from me, as they run from that house
the kids will stay away, the kids will guard themselves
and the adults will tell them there is nothing to fear
but when they see me with my molded fences and peeling paint
they’ll cross the street
they’ll walk the other way
I will become the house down the street
the creepy house said to be home to unknown entities
the one they all avoid
the one they dare eachother to enter and share ghost stories about
The one they keep in isolation because it’s strange
and falling apart
- it's not healthy for my heart to run miles on a few drops of water.
2. you make my mind and body curious.
3. my eyes are sleepless from unanswered questions.
4. i love incorrectly.
5. i want to build my home in the unsurveyed land of your heart.
6. i can't crown an adjective with your name.
7. you are too blind to see the effects of your spell.
8. confusion and comfort don't seem as different anymore.
9. i don't know if i'm just lonely.
10. you simultaneously incite my captivation and confusion.
11. you can stifle my anger.
12. i miss something that was never mine.
13. you take me out of the present.
14. you are a stain that I cannot remove.
15. i'm surprised that I still trip for you when we cross paths.
16. i poured my heart out to you, i'm unsure if you accepted it.
17. my mother says she adores you.
18. since you give me no answer, my imagination makes answers for you.
19. i fear that you are turning into my tattered safety blanket.
20. you are running within every inch of my skin.
21. you called me lovely.
22. i take things personally nowadays.
23. i wear my heart on two sleeves because it has made a space for you.
24. i am wandering around an abandoned refugee camp for my sustenance.