when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass
wasn't i?
painted up for the funeral, you were
my pallbearer and up the stairs
you took me. i sat on your
shoulders because no
one else came to
my funeral.
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me
i was a pretty carcass,
covered in dirt and worms
and decomposing leaves.
in your arms you took me, your tears
washing the grime from my pale,
dead face. i remember how
it felt to watch you cry
for the first time and
i wished i was still
alive to tell you
not to. It was
just you
and
i.
when you last saw me,
i was a pretty carcass.
your love died with me that day.
and when you last saw me,
i was only a carcass
you wanted desperately to love.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
they say dreams
are the garbage of your day.
i agree.
considering my life
consists entirely of
garbage,
there is nothing left
to do than to conclude
that yes,
my life is garbage
my dreams are garbage
therefore,
i am garbage.
but garbage gets taken out
and picked up by men
every week.
so I guess I can't be
garbage
after all.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
cold sweats
heart pounding
wide awake
early morning
can't sleep
you decide
these nightmares need to end.
but your subconscious
disagrees
in its own
subtle-as-a-kick-in-the-teeth
sort of way.
tomorrow is another day,
another nightmare
to wake up from.
in class they all stare at you
because aren't you a little too
poor
to be in college?
that's when you wake up
and that's when you decide
these nightmares need to end
but dreams weren't meant for
dropouts
like you
so tomorrow it's back
to the
cold sweats
heart pounding
wide awake
early morning
can't sleep
won't sleep
ever again.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
if you eat today
you won't eat
ever again.
understand?
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:33 PM UTC
i
stopped sleeping
around the time
you
stopped loving
me.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
the police station rioted
laughing so hard
tears poured down their ruddy faces
"hey listen to this!"
my face grew red in shame
i just wanted protection
i left, depressed
this was the fifth sleepless day
no sleep, no faces
though i tried to save face
at the police station,
they said "find a shrink."
i'm starting to hallucinate
because your face has become my own
and now i will never wake again.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
hand lotion ready
twenty minutes going strong
zoloft's not worth it.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
bring me to the land of green.
green trees
green seas
green me.
brand new,
cracking out of my shell with
the egg tooth that never
quite fell.
make me green again
please.
i've been old too long.
what is it like to take in the sun
in the mornings
where the temperature
reads centigrade instead of
farenheit?
green as the day i was born.
green as the sea whose salt air burns me.
green as the tree i was hatched in.
green as the day
the temperature read in
centigrade.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
love poem!
me. you.
heartfelt! beautiful!
every day is a
a. golden sunbeam
b. cloudless morning
c. glorious beginning?
me. you. together!
precious! flawless!
we. us. them. they.
together!
love for you is like
a. strong cognac
b. fresh-cut grass
c. angels singing
me. you. us. we.
together!
contrived love poem/potion
number nine.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC