emily-9 - Hello Poetry

Wanted (read the three day old paper): yourself, position effective immediately, pay negotiable Being in the job market for longer than I’d care to admit, I applied. I could be a yourself. I hoped I wouldn’t have to sit in a cubicle. (I knew I could though, if it came right down to it). I wore Roots sweatpants to the job interview, It’s quirky, I thought, I am just doing me. I envisioned my power animal: that vastly underrated emoji (You know the one; he’s coy as **** I was also coy as **** Or as coy as I could ******* feel in pants whose proud purpose was to make their wearer perspire. I bet NO ONE had thought of this. Turns out everyone had thought of it. **** Needless to say, I didn’t get the position; the yourself life wasn’t for me. So I applied elsewhere. Somewhere far away from that whole embarrassing sweatpant fiasco.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC

The Job Interview

Wanted (read the three day old paper): yourself, position effective immediately, pay negotiable Being in the job market for longer than I’d care to admit, I applied. I could be a yourself. I hoped I wouldn’t have to sit in a cubicle. (I knew I could though, if it came right down to it). I wore Roots sweatpants to the job interview, It’s quirky, I thought, I am just doing me. I envisioned my power animal: that vastly underrated emoji (You know the one; he’s coy as **** I was also coy as **** Or as coy as I could ******* feel in pants whose proud purpose was to make their wearer perspire. I bet NO ONE had thought of this. Turns out everyone had thought of it. **** Needless to say, I didn’t get the position; the yourself life wasn’t for me. So I applied elsewhere. Somewhere far away from that whole embarrassing sweatpant fiasco.

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I was getting SO SORE! I know the exposed wood seats were very 21st century, but they were the most uncomfortable ever.. What are you going to get? I don’t know, what are you going to get? Probably the pasta – with goat cheese. Pasta, eh? Yeah, why? No reason. Okay. Okay. Why is it that we go out for dinner with the ones we “love” and the ones that we’d dine on toothpaste-out-of-the-tube with (if it came to that) get ignored for the sake of making things better. This isn’t better.

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Jul 29, 2014

Jul 29, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC

Toothpaste out of the Tube

I was getting SO SORE! I know the exposed wood seats were very 21st century, but they were the most uncomfortable ever.. What are you going to get? I don’t know, what are you going to get? Probably the pasta – with goat cheese. Pasta, eh? Yeah, why? No reason. Okay. Okay. Why is it that we go out for dinner with the ones we “love” and the ones that we’d dine on toothpaste-out-of-the-tube with (if it came to that) get ignored for the sake of making things better. This isn’t better.

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But it is softer than the concrete floor And my sleeping bag is here Unzipped like a blanket Except for the very end; that won’t unzip. Wine from an old water bottle With a carabineer clipped onto the lid (I always felt really good about knowing it was called a carabineer). I can see the mountains from my window Sometimes the clouds cover their peaks But not today. Sometimes I feel okay that I’m not in Denmark But not today.

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC

Sitting on a Yoga Mat

But it is softer than the concrete floor And my sleeping bag is here Unzipped like a blanket Except for the very end; that won’t unzip. Wine from an old water bottle With a carabineer clipped onto the lid (I always felt really good about knowing it was called a carabineer). I can see the mountains from my window Sometimes the clouds cover their peaks But not today. Sometimes I feel okay that I’m not in Denmark But not today.

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There you were, with chocolate all over your fingers And a huge grin plastered all over your face. You plopped those truffles into your mouth As if you were a starving child, Eyes shining, like it was the first time you’d tasted food in weeks. That night I heard you crying And when I came into your periwinkle purple room You had chocolate all down your cheeks As if your tears weren’t made of salty water But rather, salted caramels Melting down your burning cheeks. There you were, looking so small buried in your mountain of a duvet. I hugged you, and squeezed you Told you that if I could, I would serve you chocolate truffles for every meal With chocolate milk to wash them down. I asked you what was wrong And you said you didn’t know. And you still don’t know. And still, when I sneak in to kiss your cheek When the lights are dim and I think you’ve fallen asleep, My lips meet chocolate tear drops, And my heart sinks because never has anything so sweet tasted so bitter.

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC

Chocolate

There you were, with chocolate all over your fingers And a huge grin plastered all over your face. You plopped those truffles into your mouth As if you were a starving child, Eyes shining, like it was the first time you’d tasted food in weeks. That night I heard you crying And when I came into your periwinkle purple room You had chocolate all down your cheeks As if your tears weren’t made of salty water But rather, salted caramels Melting down your burning cheeks. There you were, looking so small buried in your mountain of a duvet. I hugged you, and squeezed you Told you that if I could, I would serve you chocolate truffles for every meal With chocolate milk to wash them down. I asked you what was wrong And you said you didn’t know. And you still don’t know. And still, when I sneak in to kiss your cheek When the lights are dim and I think you’ve fallen asleep, My lips meet chocolate tear drops, And my heart sinks because never has anything so sweet tasted so bitter.

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Capitalism is a funny word The kind that you throw around to sound fancy with your pinky raised whilst you sip green tea out of your bone (or is it off-white?) porcelain teacup. What does it mean to mean? Contemplate this cuddled under your quilt from IKEA wake up, startled, kicking yourself out of a fall because, darling, you do not mean anything at all.

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Mar 20, 2013

Mar 20, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC

Untitled

Capitalism is a funny word The kind that you throw around to sound fancy with your pinky raised whilst you sip green tea out of your bone (or is it off-white?) porcelain teacup. What does it mean to mean? Contemplate this cuddled under your quilt from IKEA wake up, startled, kicking yourself out of a fall because, darling, you do not mean anything at all.

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and rumor has it the night she died her computer history showed 32 Google searches all with the key words: how. to. get. the. most. out. of. life. rumor has it that it's not through the internet.

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC

Rumor has it

and rumor has it the night she died her computer history showed 32 Google searches all with the key words: how. to. get. the. most. out. of. life. rumor has it that it's not through the internet.

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hey life, slow down, would ya? forever yours, E

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC

A Late Night Letter

hey life, slow down, would ya? forever yours, E

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There is no such thing as time, Just Globe and Mails that go unread, Mugs of tea that go unsteeped, and musings, oh so many musings, that go unconsidered. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. In the silence it ticks on… So keep sighing, with no means to an end that is inevitable yet elusive, advertised nowhere in the bolded Times New Roman type. So let those breaths rattle through your chest and remember: a stopped clock is wrong 22 hours of the day.

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Jan 26, 2013

Jan 26, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC

So Keep Sighing

There is no such thing as time, Just Globe and Mails that go unread, Mugs of tea that go unsteeped, and musings, oh so many musings, that go unconsidered. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. In the silence it ticks on… So keep sighing, with no means to an end that is inevitable yet elusive, advertised nowhere in the bolded Times New Roman type. So let those breaths rattle through your chest and remember: a stopped clock is wrong 22 hours of the day.

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Remember the evening you took the windsurfer poster off the wall? The one with the two strangers in green swimsuits riding the waves or maybe just trying to stay on their slippery boards. I guess, in retrospect, that **** poster had no place on the wall – an empty room really doesn’t deserve decorations. You slammed the front door when you left and it was strange because those you left inside seemed stronger so, as proof, we smashed all the clocks and held their hands because tears had never flowed so fast for someone we would see again on the weekend.

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Dec 17, 2012

Dec 17, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC

Windsurfing Lessons

Remember the evening you took the windsurfer poster off the wall? The one with the two strangers in green swimsuits riding the waves or maybe just trying to stay on their slippery boards. I guess, in retrospect, that **** poster had no place on the wall – an empty room really doesn’t deserve decorations. You slammed the front door when you left and it was strange because those you left inside seemed stronger so, as proof, we smashed all the clocks and held their hands because tears had never flowed so fast for someone we would see again on the weekend.

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It’s funny, isn’t it? Under that waterfall of sweaty tears and behind those blurry eyes faded blue eyes, as if they were cut out from an unfocused photograph there’s a smile, awkward and uncomfortable, but it’s there because it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown. And it’s funny that you’re smiling, and he laughs because he knows you’re too weak to muster anything more.

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Dec 17, 2012

Dec 17, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC

It's Funny, Isn't It?

It’s funny, isn’t it? Under that waterfall of sweaty tears and behind those blurry eyes faded blue eyes, as if they were cut out from an unfocused photograph there’s a smile, awkward and uncomfortable, but it’s there because it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown. And it’s funny that you’re smiling, and he laughs because he knows you’re too weak to muster anything more.

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