My seat upon the balcony in the indoor stadium
Overlooked the stage and playing band.
On my phone, I told my friends where I was
Fishing for jealousy.
(I was an *** then)
She was the only of two replies
"I'm here too!"
Last spring, she told me of her affections,
And my mind fell to wondering if it still was true.
The stick bent, then.
During the intermission period,
I called and asked her to meet me in the lobby.
She obliged, and after running down the stairs,
I considered her in earnest.
The stick was stressed.
I thought about how it would be to hold her hand.
I thought about how it would be to kiss her.
I thought about how she would be.
I reached the landing and jumped down the rest of the flight.
There she was, looking for me.
How long had she been searching for me?
(I was a little conceited then, too)
The stick screamed in pain.
I tapped on her shoulder from behind, and she swiveled on a point.
"Hi" I said dumbly and breathily. She smiled.
The stick snapped. It shattered into a million pieces.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
And we talked about how cool her boyfriend was.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 9:51 AM UTC
There is a parasite in me
I'm beyond certain now
It's telling me it's helpful
Feeding off it's vows
It curled itself up in my chest
I never felt a thing
It started pumping, fluids false
And still I felt no sting
I think it is connected
To my warped spine
For though my brain says one thing
The worms word is divine
I have a pretty lover
Who sits with me and stays
But the thing says see the others
And my attention strays
I don't know if I can fight it
For though I know I strive
This nasty grotesque creature
Is keeping me alive
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
There is a parasite in me
I'm beyond certain now
It's telling me it's helpful
Feeding off it's vows
It curled itself up in my chest
I never felt a thing
It started pumping, fluids false
And still I felt no sting
I think it is connected
To my warped spine
For though my brain says one thing
The worms word is divine
I have a pretty lover
Who sits with me and stays
But the thing says see the others
And my attention strays
I don't know if I can fight it
For though I know I strive
This nasty grotesque creature
Is keeping me alive
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
To make a single flop
Looks fun, why should you stop?
to take the one
who never has fun
and make his body drop
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
A duckling hatches, to see its mother
A ****** mess, a pile of flesh
The duckling, looking for another
Does not see the coming fox
The thing, so quick
Slips from the reeds
Breaks a stick
The duckling bleeds
This new thing, pain
So new, so cruel
Is like a stain
The duckling dies
The sun will rise
And make the dawn
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
A duckling hatches, to see its mother
A ****** mess, a pile of flesh
The duckling, looking for another
Does not see the coming fox
The thing, so quick
Slips from the reeds
Breaks a stick
The duckling bleeds
This new thing, pain
So new, so cruel
Is like a stain
The duckling dies
The sun will rise
And make the dawn
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
A little bird went flying
To see the countryside
Some hunters were a' hunting
To try and catch some hide
The little bird, so innocent
Sang its song for trees
For growing is quite boring
Without simple release
The hunters started stalking
This gentle little soul
And aimed their weapons at her
In a chilly forest cold
The gunshot ringing stopped
All movement in the wood
All heads turn in sorrow
to where the small bird stood
A smoking ash, torn and burnt
Released a single song
"Remember, friends, the world is cruel
But you won't be here long"
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
A little bird went flying
To see the countryside
Some hunters were a' hunting
To try and catch some hide
The little bird, so innocent
Sang its song for trees
For growing is quite boring
Without simple release
The hunters started stalking
This gentle little soul
And aimed their weapons at her
In a chilly forest cold
The gunshot ringing stopped
All movement in the wood
All heads turn in sorrow
to where the small bird stood
A smoking ash, torn and burnt
Released a single song
"Remember, friends, the world is cruel
But you won't be here long"
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Josef K. has gone away
And left his trial for all the days
That I can stand with bloodied eyes
That can no longer see the light
I will not see my sea in waste
I will not sea the see of taste
I will not love your absurd ways
Josef K. has gone away
And left his trial for all days
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
I asked the sky
Why I only see the world I do
"If only you knew"
It said
To which I cried
"This punishment, why am I Unique?"
"Why are they so mad?"
"I don't want to be among the mad!"
To which the sky replied
"Dearest Alice, we're all mad here"
And I laughed at the skies joke
The sky is hilarious
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC