Through my head
There are truths
You learn that
Stick with you
And these are the
Truths that keep
My head that keeps
Me grounded to me
And keeps me sane
There are so many
People who are
Lost and who
Can't see the
Beauty and the
Simplicity of the
Life that is all
Life is never
Meant to be
The likes of
Gain or profit
And all life
We can no more
As we can
And toss aside
The animals and
Our brothers and
'Sisters that live
On this Earth with
Us and we must be
Willing to see and to
Understand that we
Are all part of the
Whole and we can't
See ourselves as
Or different than
Anything else on
This planet and
Better or set
Aside from the
Plants and the
Animals or the
Earth and we
Need to realize
That we are all
Parts of the whole
System that brings
Life to everything
On this planet
And when we try
To disrupt the
Natural order and
Put ourselves above
The natural system
And try to control
Or to change it is
When we can find
Ourselves and our
Planet and all of
Our brothers and
Sisters that are
Living on this
Earth with us
We must be able
To understand this
If we are to truly
Survive as a race
Because if we do
Not change the
Way we are doing
Things we will end
Up not only hurting
Our planet but our
Lives in the process
We need to be able
To see the bigger
Picture and see
That we all
Have a stake
And a right to
Live on this
Planet that we
All call home
and here we go again something completely new
dont interest me i want to copy my old wings
self never recognized the different reasoning
so take my paragraph like you take war police
banging down your door at the alarm of a total
Nobody. gonna shut down this claim that is truly
interesting. but only because the gods got torment
in their left hand and its aimed at the war police
bang bang motherfuckers do or die trying
dont release me till ive gotten noticably interesting
just kidding want that zombie glare of your adderol adding up for one romantic flunk
of an i love you too soon on the release a loaded
handgun adding up for the hanged cliff of a
no i didnt notice that you even had one
damn darling youre a little too marooned for good
i may be an island but ive got too little much time
for a skip and walk away from a main land
so if one siren does end up staying on the rocks
long enough to scare me into so/so sobriety
ill always have a place to be when i get abandoned
but its just another excuse for me to stay dry away warm till rescue in this imaginary existence
cruise line lexus like admiral for excusing favors
aint asking for the roseary im asking for the papers
legally im entitled to two doses of riddlin fuck you
dont believe me fuckers here this is my perscrption
my dad prints them tenfoldin his crowded sub basement but i really need them to keep a day job
ancient time frame of a snitch who didnt know it
root cellar lack of oxygen braincells didnt grow in
see there lets blame it on the unintelligence then
connect that to the fact that hes a convicted felon
ohhh touche and a top hat to you stay straight
snitches only seperate themselves from shittalkers
when they dont know a god walking among them
other wise they can stay down talk shit for days
bang bang another door down from the war police
you didnt know your neighbors were the sameside
as you how do you expect the numbers to blind the truth. ba ba ba ba ba duh ba ba ba ba duh
Accept this call...
In need of repair
String the pieces
He sits on the edge
Of a well worn seat
Concerns on the ledge
Extend your pen,
We devour his table
Lick clean our plates
Guilty are we
Who are WE!
That we Expect!!
THAT…… we….. Expect!
Turn the page...
With words direct.
With outstretched arms
Convey with words
WE have been THERE
We ARE HERE!
So lend of yourself
Breathe in the smoke
Let it burn your throat
Lungs are already black
Let it rot from the inside out
Wasting away to nothing but cracks
They won't understand your pain
Just smoke it all away
Breaking your heart with addiction
A want a need that kills slowly
Breathe it in die some more
This is what you were looking for
A way to forget a way to be numb
The taste the smell the chemicals
We live in a girl eat girl world.
all going through the same shit.
All different, but alike,
each with the power to help but with the will to destroy.
The ability to casually ruin a girl's day with one remark,
taking pleasure from failure, because they're running on nothing.
Each trying to get something they need.
someone to acknowledge the fact that they exist.
Some exercising the one "asset" they know they have.
Resulting in being called a whore,
or being whistled at by those crude old men down the street.
Words shoot at her, slicing open her skin,
some reaching right through to her soul.
Scarring all the things she thought she could be.
A living hell, that scorches her skin.
Being eaten by the monsters that invelope her,
Pretty, innocent, young girls.
Prancing around in their pink uggs,
and crying at the latest episode of 90210.
Sweetly feasting on the soul of one of their kind.
A cannibalistic way of living.
- from the play The Shape of a Girl by Joan Macleod
In Memory of Reena Virk 1983-1997
my body is on edge tonight; blame it on the caffeine.
my mind is a whirlpool and my arteries are full of pixie tears.
my breath tastes like chocolate mixed with toothpaste,
and the air smells like some sort of ending
and i need to hurt myself -- i need to control the pain.
in twenty-four hours i will be drinking my parents' whiskey and pretending to feel confident about my future.
i feel too much lately,
and i dread the day that alcohol
and escape routes
and razor blades
are not enough to numb the pain.
we are all just searching for a reason to hold on.
On an L shaped couch on the eleventh floor
I spend these short days with my ghost, hosting tea-parties for silence
drinking espresso like a cure for hurt- I need a drug that's stronger than Love and bolder than Compliance-
-my brain has wrought violence upon itself as I tumble again and again into the abyss of affection, seeking the path but losing the direction. Perhaps when I called you, you detected the inflection of a woman who feels so absolutely that she can no longer discern...
and without careful reflection nobody can learn.
I was never good at playing for sport. I aim for hearts. Every day is Open Season, and my arrow will shoot true-
I'll be damned if I cannot find something to love in you.
And I'm divided in two, no- a hundred and two, watching myselves like mirrors upon mirrors reflecting every motive, every spark, and every smudge that swings the pendulum from instinct to conscience. Showing the audience centre stage where the white knight swerves off-course to save any soul fallen off their horse.
Love will be the end of me.
Cupid, we need a divorce.
Every single word you try to figure it out,
You think they are quite difficult code that you need to settle them,
Do you try to complete them by using your kindness of heart?
You just know nothing,
You think it was just a simple word,
You won't find out the meaning,
Because you know nothing.
I have an idea that I am excited about but I need about six or so more poets to write it with. I will write a couple lines to give you an idea and if you like it, message me and I will tell you the title and the plan for it. It should be glorious compadres!
I hear the stakes sizzle on high, I'm tied to the lies that wrap around my mind
A desolate place, my heart is. Who dares to reside will find that hope is soon left behind
I don't need it
I don't need to
I'm grinning ear to ear
While she doesn't have a clue
That I need the cut
I need that slice
I am happy, I promise
but happy comes with a price
I'm craving the metal
Pressing into my skin
The cool of steel
The endorphins that win
I resist the urge
Just for one and one alone
Please don't leave me tonight
Or I'll dig to the bone