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beans Oct 2013
The water runs around me
I relax and let it soak my knees
As it's lapping up my body in its warmth

And the white sheet shrouds me lovely
I look down at myself and I see
Any single person I wanna be

But as the spheres run dry and leave me growing ****
I look up at the wall and realize that my white sheet dream is just as far away as it's always seemed
So I tuck up and I know that I am sad

And away
So very very very far away

Now I let the water drip away
Not like I'm asking it to stay
I'd rather have the real thing in front me

I cover up in my daytime clothes
But on the inside I can feel it and I know
Just who I really shoulda been

So as my years run dry and leave me growing rude
I look up at the sky and realize that my expression was never what I had truly deeply sought
I've ****** up and I'm hardly even mad

I'm a stray
But at least I've never pushed anyone away
At least I've never pushed my friends away
At least everyone got to stick around and stay
this is actually a song that I wrote but it reads fine as a poem
beans Sep 2013
I don't wanna stay at your party

I don't wanna talk to your friends

I don't wanna vote for your president

I just wanna be your tugboat captain
lyrics from the galaxie 500 song of the same name; the excerpt articulates youthful ambivalence
beans Sep 2013
an old man insists that you are his father. you cannot get rid of him. he is everywhere. always nagging "papa, pepep", but you don't respond

because you are most certainly not his father; that would be absurd. but he doesn't know that. he wants his pep pep.

you tell the police "get this old man away from me, keep him out" but they cannot find him. "elusive" they say. "cold case"

but you hear him always, whispering in your ear. "pep pep, make garlic bread." "pappy, cook toast, I'm hungry!"

no one can see him, no one can hear him nag. the old man drives you mad, he is your old man, and you are his pep pep

are you his pappy? are you? you are his pep pep, his pap. are you still his pappy? you are his pep, his pappy pep, his pep pep mcpaps

FIN
beans Mar 2013
He'd slap me around
He'd call me a *****
He tell me to love him
And that I would want more

A punch to my face
A kick to my shin
I would fall to the ground
Dried blood on my skin

He'd pick me back up
Spit right in my face
"You fight like a girl -
now clean up this place!"

But this time was different
I knew my control
He knew what he'd said
And he must pay the toll

I punched through his chest
And ripped out his heart
Crushed it in hand
My fingers like darts

With eyes full of tears
He managed to whimper
"Why?" he responded
For he was not a thinker

With a grin on my face
And just as he died
"I fight like a girl."
Then kicked him aside.
beans Feb 2013
Our lives are not our own
From womb to tomb, we are bound to others
Past and present
And by each crime
And every kindness
We birth our future
Excerpt from Sonmi-451's speech in Cloud Atlas.
beans Feb 2013
Eyes staring up
To the lovely and strong
Oh, Middy Ocre
Play me a song

That song you do play
The hum of my life
It's always to stay
Stuck in like a knife

I know it quite well
I've heard it before
The sound of  my hell
A fresh closing door

Slammed square on my jaw
What did I expect?
No one ever saw
The sounding prefect

I came, then I went
With hardly a glance
I knew I was spent
I had not a chance

For that song in my ears
And everywhere else
Never drew tears
But bolded itself

It stood way up high
Embrazoned in gold
I started to cry
Belittled and cold
A poem about perpetual and inescapable mediocrity.
beans Jan 2013
I thought you were my friend - yeah!
I thought you were my friend - yeah!

But now you're not my friend - yeah!
But now you're not my friend - yeah!

I thought you had my back - yeah!
I thought you had my back - yeah!

But you stabbed me there instead - yeah!
But you stabbed me there instead - yeah!

Ohhh, ohh, you're not my friend!
Ohhh, ohh, you're not my friend!
My own personal attempt at writing a song that largely follows the lyrical style of Mystik Spiral - Trent Lane's band from the MTV animated series, Daria (one of my favorite shows of all time). Deliberately lacks depth, and the repetitions are crucial.
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