If we lived in a non-judgmental world,
where social norm was a blank slate
free of preconceptions and expectations,
a world in which it was traditional to be liberal,
what would you do?
Would you work this hard or drive fast cars?
Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train?
Would you still cry in the rain?
Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone?
Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn?
Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass?
Would you identify yourself with the working class?
Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops?
Would you avoid dating jocks?
Would you take up smoking or marry young?
Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue?
Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun?
Would you form a jihad against wars and guns?
Would you become straight, forget how to pray
or wish your first born son were gay?
Would you ever fake an orgasm
or admit you like it rough?
Would you follow the stars and lucky charms
leaving all life's decisions to luck?
Would you believe in evolution and gravity,
or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet?
Would you avoid salad or order tofu?
Would you try to go up a dress size or two?
Would you give to charity or take up a sport?
Would you sell your house and by a boat?
Would you order expensive wines or
write poems that did not rhyme?
What would you do?
Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue,
for we appear to have forgotten how to be true.
So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball
we unite to share our disbelief and loathe.
As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ,
we mock and torture and crucify.
The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite,
to teach us how to lead our lives.
For when someone somewhere breaks a norm
that someone somewhere has formed
it has become a universal priority
for the former to be conformed.
Perhaps in this non-judgmental world,
we might decide to start judging each other...
I have a place where
I take the things that I
want to say, but mustn't
belt out loud.
You told me that
I wouldn't want the
world to hear the things
that scare me,
you didn't want it
to be used
I write down the
things that aren't
supposed to be in
my head, only
because you told me
that I shouldn't be
worrying about things
that aren't worth
Since the first day
(middle of December, or
something like that)
you have been
taking care of me
even when I
told you not to
You threw around
carried a sort of
on papers that
also had mine.
(Oh honey, you gave me
the kind of love that
I've seen on the
television. What more
could I want?)
even the most
(Where are you?)
She looked into her lover's eyes and spoke words of admiration "Love me endlessly, or not at all". The burning desire for a youthful lust radiated from her skin, ultimately eroding the hollow shell of her lover's persona. He thought to himself "Is..this passion?" For he was naive, he had never felt the gravity of affection or the manifestation of higher feelings. He was cold.. Her lips caressed his she looked to him and said "We are forever, I am in your heart..and you are in mine." Lost in her eyes, he spoke "I can feel your presence in my soul, my ribcage is home to your love, my heart is your shrine." Harmoniously and promptly they whispered "I love you" and in that very moment their spirits became one.
We learn to love
In the midst of the growing pains
I fill the emptiness with your body warmth
And kill my anxieties and sorrows with our mindless laughter
I used to never be able to let go
But now it's so easy because everything else is getting harder
It's easy to forget about the world
Just holding each other tighter than gravity
you say i am not the same person
i say one day i woke up honest
and i do not know how to undo experience
my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth
cannot be undone at the moment
how do you do it?
push that pressure to the back of your mind
how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face
at things that you know aren't really funny
i can't fathom it. where you go
when you are stomping and ripping
and bloody and jeering
and laughing and running
i apologize if it doesn't make sense
that i can't play along
but playing along
just doesn't make sense
i could never win a grammy
with this tight lipped smile
laughing at the expense of others
makes me feel more like a paparazzi
placating insecurities for currency
leeching off the vulnerability
you may not think i'm smart but
i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal'
and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview
and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm"
i'll tell you the truth
and you don't have to like it
and you don't have to like me
and i don't have to like you
because if there's one thing i know about myself
it's that i don't dislike anyone
until they show off their callousness
hoping it's the right party trick
to gain respect
we watch comedy tv, and you are worried
by the way my spine cracks
when i let out a uncontrollable laugh
dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it
my whole body shakes with the pressure
of it bubbling inside of me
you feel all of this beside me
a small volcano with a bent back
quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions
not quite right for you
wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier
when we were not alone
everyone is looking for something more porous
more willing to let in effortlessly
and absorb tirelessly
that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles
and let go of the undercurrent
yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs
and the weight of our actions carries much further
being shunted downstream by tides of gravity
every intention runs it's course
every intention speaks volumes
if you feel that in your core
every day you will uncontrollably think of how
every intention defines the quality of the laughter
stuck in someone else's head
and you will save it for things that are funny
His eyes pierced my soul
His crooked smile made my heart break
His hatred for life made me weak
He was like dark chocolate, a decadent need
He was everything I despised in a man
Arrogant, snide, rude and aggressively mean
He was beautiful, a sight to behold
He was everything and nothing all at once
He could sense weakness in everyone he would meet
His eyes were knowing and clouded
His disdain for people was attractive,
like the pull of gravity
He was the perfect fallen angel, scorned,
dark and vengeful
He pulled me into the darkness buried deep
within my heart
He made me fall like Lucifer to the black
His charm sucked me in, he was a sneaky
as a snake
He was all I ever wanted, the one thing
I didn't need
Temptation, however, never tasted so sweet.
you left a somber sound below my brain
deep enough that whales have called back to me through the dark
you are the gravity that swings blood through the blue highways under my skin
and floods my speckled cheeks when i’m pulled into your arms
your hands have long since grazed my back
but your fingertips wrote love letters on the surface of my skin
which i admire every night after my head goes quiet
when my thoughts rest on your charming lips and hands
when they whip through your hair like the wind of my breath
and flood your eyes
as you guide my waist with the sway of the sea
i am every unfinished poem that sits in piles of crumpled paper by your waste bin and every crowded thought in the cranial space above your neck. i am every word that begs to be free from the tip of your tongue but remains just out of your memory's reach. i am comprised of the colors of sunrise but am more the mood of a sunset. i am the familiar fingerprints on your favorite coffee mug. i am a wicker rocking chair on somebody's grandmother's porch. i am bite marks on your pencil and the crick in your neck. i am the vacant blurry buzz of an old television set. i am all of the places i have never been. i am lovers' names carved into summertime tree bark, promising "forever" - only to fall short of that promise by the time the leaves change. i am here. i am not where i belong.
you are the gravity that keeps my feet on earth. you are the atmosphere i breathe. you are the rain that feeds my soul & makes flowers grow. you are my revival and my revolution and the courage i kept hidden inside of closed fists for so long i formed crescent moons in my palms. you are an unstoppable fire that is burning me alive in the best way. you are the only rooftop i have ever visited that i haven't felt the urge to jump off of. you are the gentle hum and rumble of the washing machine i used to nap beside when i was a little girl. you are the creaky wooden swing in my backyard where i sat for countless hours and smoked and cried and pondered. you are sometimes so beyond my understanding, that i wonder when i'm going to wake up; and if i ever did find out that you were just a dream, i would bang on heaven's gates and plead with god to let me sleep. you are there. i am here, you are there.
one of us needs to move.
I feel like shit
peal off my jeans, into sweatpants
These days couldn't get gloomier
smoke filled haze
is how I remember my days
lay in bed, heavy head
legs like jello
I'm just being mellow
I wish fleeing from this situation
but lets snap back to reality
oops there goes gravity
I've got a sweet
tooth for music
cavity craving anything with a good beat
and lyrics that meant something
spent hours flowing from genre to genre
exploring the sounds of new and old
pounds through my headphones
feeling the beat through my veins
as though my heart beats
to every drum solo
I hum when I'm happy
from sappy love songs
to classic rock
Im no good with small talk
lets get high and talk about life
to death, and everything in
b e t w e e n
put on some jams,
smoke a couple grams,
Lucid dreaming whilst sleeping in zero gravity
Encapsulated in the realm of Nirvana
Majestic tranquility of a pilular nature
Pilular because you have "class"
Constellation of implications,
Etched on skin
We all have dabbled in tragedy.