They say
Home is where the heart is
But where is home
When you can't find
Your heart
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
I'm standing in the back
Next to the guy who's sweater
Has been viciously attacked by Moths
And she walks in.
Causally late
I'm not sure if light is radiating of her
Or the guys bald head sitting
In the front row?...
Gorgeous blonde hair drapes
Over her slender shoulders
Like the curtains
Flowing in my grandma's window
She's wearing converse
She's unique
She's beautiful
She's out of my league
She remains
The Cute Girl At The Poetry Reading
The nameless cute girl at the poetry reading
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Shout out
To all the women
Who never gave me the time of day
In high school
Because I,
• Liked JD Salinger
• Read poetry
• And had two friends
One being a girl
And the other not knowing I liked
JD Salinger
And read poetry
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Suicide is not an option
Just a mental state of mind I'm always stuck in
When people leak plutonium
Into my lead
Impenetrable
Bubble
Which also will double as my coffin
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Amerikeisha tapping out the drumbeat with her see through plastic mechanical pencil
Me sidewinding my way through highschool
Dizzy Gillespie's trumpet waking the souls that are buried in the lockers,
Chick Corea and I are returning to forever
The land where summer is the only season
And daisy dukes are greatly appreciated,
John Coltrane is helping me realize
How beautiful girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes are,
I've been dancing to Dave Brubeck since this morning
And I can't get Maria out of my head
I just picture Maria
As this girl
Feeling Pretty
Oh so pretty
I imagine if I saw her in the street
I wouldn't double take
But Take Five
Charlie Parker playing saxophone like
It's as easy as brushing his teeth,
Nat King Cole
Serenading Hispanic women with his soothing tone
Robert Glasper experimenting with his music
Burning you brain like mentholated cough drops
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
The voice of Morgan Freeman can make flowers sprout
Penguins march like an army to the rhythm of his voice
The voice of an opera singer may break glass
But his just melds it back together
I'm pretty sure
Somewhere
He's narrating my every footstep
My every breath
My every twitch
He's somewhere looking down on me
Giving the best play by play ever
His deep bellowing voice
Opens the worn hole
Helps break Tim Robbins out of Shawshank
And helps batman save Gotham
The only thing he can't do
Is get me through high school
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 6:41 AM UTC
As the rain is drumming against the pavement
I hurdle over
The clenched arms
Of couples kissing before class
Whispering into each other's mouths
"I'll miss you"
Please keep your pants on
You'll see each other in one hour
Assistant principal
Pushing people to class
Sweeping halls
Like the NSA
Sweeping Sarah Palins email
Swerving around students stalling
In the center of the hall
Screen shooting
Their recently opened snapchats
Bulldozing my way through
High school cliques
Huddled around that cute boys locker
I finally make it to physical science
And I'm wondering
If god passed physical science
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
Detroit
Lying in ruins like Ancient Rome
The gods of Detroit looking down
Ford wondering
Why cars are now made in china
Ty Cobb sobbing
Over the loss of his sandlot
Diego Rivera
Putting his hand down saying
Don't touch my **** mural
Eminem's eight mile vanishing
Joe Louis' palace tumbling down
Bell Isle being sold to the highest bidder
Who killed Detroit?
Let the finger pointing begin
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
I want to pull a Jack Kerouac
A car
A friend
And the open road
Now my mom will probably **** herself when I tell her this
But I want to go 80 across America
I want to drive with the wind sending chills down my spine
I want to go
I want to leave this **** hole of South Haven
I want to cruise coast to coast
Just stopping to urinate, defecate and get gas
Jamming to the Beatles, The Stones, and Cat Stevens the whole way
***** the AC we won't need that
No point with the top down
Collecting bugs in my mouth
And a smile on my face
Writing rigorously like a mad man with no money but the singles in my pocket
I want to break the sound barrier with a Volvo 240
Just me her
The wind
pavement
Sleeping at the ********* motels money can buy
Stomaching on spam and whatever's on sale
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC