Since
I’m allllllllllll
Almost done
Yes I’m almost done
Well
The price is too low
Much lower than I can stoop
But let’s be honest
Let’s
Cut my troubles from the root
I’m walking backwards every step
But my head is till twisted back
Twisted to the front
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
She does ballet,
but doesn't pronounce it the french way.
Wears no make-up,
and when the teacher talks she sits right up.
She's a girl to take home,
but in my heart and my home,
she'd be in a burning Rome.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
I’m so lame and ashamed,
and so deep in denial
that I
runaway, way, way, way
just to say say say
nothing but nice words today.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
There is a fish
Waiting to swim
I am a little *****
Faking my way in
Trying to stay where I don’t belong
And you know,
Fish that don’t swim
Will surely end up
Dead and in vain
At the bottom of the food chain.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Little Jesus flower
Your blossoming is late
Wildly take what you need
Not in thought but by deed.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
Save your sympathies,
And cradle your kisses
They need your words,
In light, speak softly.
In light, be cautious,
Don’t forget where you’ve set
Your feet and laid your head.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
Numbers descending, all less but faith
'T is a silly game that we made,
The only winning move is not to play
And if you want to be a hero just follow Plath.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
Tap tap go the slim, brown shoes
And a snazzy hat bobbing on his head
Tap tap, some like to lick a girl’s toes,
And some collect stamps of people long dead
‘T is what it is, but I reckon that
There are too many poems about love
And too few about fish
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 12:58 PM UTC
Happiness has been degraded to effort,
and depression to undecision.
In a world coming together,
We're left with ourselves as everyone else
And God, I hope the Chinese are learning.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:04 AM UTC
Strangers in buses downtown,
strangers in trains found how,
somewhere. A smile, a look and
in faces mine,
impersonal hooks pulled personal corners of my mouth in random directions,
that were not so mine.
But
Neither were you.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 3:22 PM UTC