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Oct 2013 · 471
Covered
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
Sep 2013 · 1.5k
Tugboat
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
Sep 2013 · 1.1k
Pep-Pep
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
Mar 2013 · 544
Fight Like A Girl
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.
Feb 2013 · 1.7k
Sonmi's Revelation
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.
Feb 2013 · 915
Belittled
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.
Jan 2013 · 967
Westboro Baptist Church
beans Jan 2013
It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare

You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark

On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved

That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart

The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame

You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew

To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor

So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed

We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove

The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim

The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup

Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire
A short, half-assed collection of vaguely related and strung together rhymes, written about the disdain that I feel for the Westboro Baptist Church because that's where my feels are tonight. Footnote extra - they're awful people who deserve to lose the ability to properly organize hatred (I won't say die, that's too... harsh...)
Jan 2013 · 587
Eternally Bound
beans Jan 2013
So the time has now come
It's over for you
You're gonna be gone
And there's nothing to do

You always loved hate
You never were known
To be the very best
And you've certainly shown

That your evils and wrongs
Can never be ceased
Always turn the living
Into the deceased

And though it's amoral
And never corrective
I fell it's important
To be reflective

Of a dead lack of mercy
And an ignorance of shame
So that you may be ended
And formally defamed

So here I stand
And not a moment too soon
A squeeze of the trigger
You begin to swoon

You buckle your knees
And fall to the ground
I rise up and scream
"Eternally bound!"
A ridiculous "hypothetical positioning" poem that I did in 10 minutes. The context is - a man is confronted by a significant criminal who attempts to ****** him, but the criminal is killed instead - the man views his action as a regrettable but necessary serving of justice. Not a particularly deep one, rather modest on the quality. Oh well.
Jan 2013 · 779
Hold It In
beans Jan 2013
Sitting 'round, eyes on the ground
There's more to know each minute
I listen to the lovely sound
And adore all that is in it

Suddenly, a bit of ***
And everyone's awash
Desperate for something free
I waddle to the wash

Just before the open door
A deepness in my back
I tumble down, my life a frown
Then everything is black

Another day, my jeans afray
A ticket by my side
It says "Hey Nick, don't show your ****."
I crumbled down and cried

Now I know, there's no more show
In here it's all mundane
In my cell, my life is hell
My heart full of disdain

I wonder why, my life's awry
And gone into the deep
Then I hear, there's no more fear
My ***** I must keep
Essentially, a boy (evidently named Nick, because it rhymed with "****") is sitting in his college class, engaged to learn yet slightly distracted. Suddenly, he begins to wet himself, and everyone proceeds to laugh at him for it. He tries to go to the bathroom to wallow in his immense shame (and implicitly clean himself up a bit), but suddenly falls to the ground as a result of someone spontaneously deciding to shoot him in the back. He wakes up in a hospital bed, only to discover that he had accidentally revealed himself during his intended bathroom trip, and the relevant authorities classified it as indecent exposure. Thus, he ends his angsty elaboration by writing about how lifeless his jail cell is and stating that he needs to learn to hold in his ***. Not based on a real experience. *Special thanks to Janae Hall for the idea... -_-*

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