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Jan 2014 · 1.2k
Les Deux Amant (dialogue)
asg Jan 2014
V:** C'est la vie.

A: Vous croyez? Pourquoi?

V: Ma vie n'est pas belle.

A: Ouais? Je ne pense pas que moi-même. Vous êtes très belle, intelligente, et génial! Je t'aime beaucoup.

V: Oui, je le suis. Mais ma vie n'est pas. Vous voyez?

A: Je ne sais pas. Vous pensez trop petit de vous-même. Vous devez sourire.

V: Je pense que vous pensez trop haute opinion de moi.

V: Je t'aime.

A: Je t'aime aussi.
Dec 2013 · 861
Liquid Gold
asg Dec 2013
Under the shade of the Palm tree's
Shadows cast by the early evening sun
Relaxation
Contemplation
No worry on our exuberant minds
The kind of basking that makes your skin tingle
Every inch of nerve reacting
Dancing on end to this forbidden sunshine happiness
Light particles soaking into thin skin
Frying our bodies and minds but we don't care...
As long as we can feel it
We don't care
Rolling, laughing, tickling
Trying to get away while inhaling
Lung-fulls of sand
Sparkling like the last strong stars in the sky
The sunlight dances off our white teeth
Whites of our eyes watch the twinkling waves
Splash over and over each other
Making sweet music that no one but us can hear
Or understand
The feeling of freedom is here in these lands
Here in this hot sand
Burning our fingers and toes but we don't care
We never care
Endless possibilities
So many different lives lived
Under the tantalizing sun
Bright and effervescent
It explodes our excitement
Pummels us into a new level of joy
There is nothing like pure sunshine
Nothing on earth like that liquid gold
Nov 2013 · 552
To Be Made Of Sky And Stars
asg Nov 2013
We are not made of stars, I don't know why you told me that
Would it have made a difference if we were?
To be flaming ***** of combusted gas
Temperate and voatile
Already, that's how we exist...
So would it really have changed us?
(I think not)
Do you really think of me that way?
Combustible...unpredictable in every way
(Possibly not even there anymore)
Radiating your world from far away
So far...
You wouldn't notice if I disappeared
Do you truly think we're made of stars?
(It's not as romantic as you think)
Honestly, I view us more as a sunset
If we're going to talk atmosphere
The pinkish kind that melts and blends
Into the dark bruise of night sky
We mix and evolve into something atramentous
Something tantalizingly morbid
But our morbidity shall not keep
Us from living free and happy
Because, eventually, the sun rises
And brightens our venomous palors
Sweetens the berries of our tender youth
(Though not so young anymore)

You never say the right things anymore
Lucky you.
You have me.
(And I'll never let you go)
Star dust and all.
Nov 2013 · 710
Dear Wallflower Child
asg Nov 2013
Wallflower child
Beautiful baby
You've yet to spread your wings and fly
Are you scared of the world around you?
Why?
Baby I won't lie, it can hurt you
It can **** you, truly
But you can't let that stop you
If you get sick you get cured
If you lose a job you find another
If you love and are broken in turn
You put those pieces back together
Why?
Because baby, you're strong
Baby you are amazing
Magnificent in your own ways
My pretty yellow infant you are the world
Even if you don't know it yet
So conquer it darling

*Spread your wings and fly
Nov 2013 · 698
Dreamless
asg Nov 2013
I can't remember the last time
I dreamed
And that makes me sad
Almost nostalgic
For those days when my brain was too full
To not dream
Those days that marked me
Colored me full
Colored me pretty
And interesting
Like the pages of a printed
Special movie edition book
Now I'm more like
An old leatherbound cookbook
Beaten and worn from past usage
Torn pages
Yellowed corners
Used
But might as well be empty because I am used no more
Full of beautiful recipes and possibilities
But too weak and fallen apart
To be reconsidered
I can't remember the last time I laughed
With someone who understands me
With someone who couldn't say
"Oh that's so funny"
When I tell a joke that's not
And instead berates me
For being so lame
But in a loving way
But this does not make me nostalgic
Because you always find someone better
People come and go
So do dreams I suppose...

Somehow it's different
Somehow it's not the same
I need to have dreams to know I'm still alive inside
And people can only prove I've got a physical body
That's all
Oct 2013 · 1.1k
Tuesday Blues
asg Oct 2013
I am an exhalation
A never ending sigh
An exhortation of extreme exaltation
A breath that pulls you in
No longer are you restrained
By containing thoughts of not being near me
I understand fully, the power of my words
I know that my voice sometimes
Crashes onto your ears
Similar to how a maddening storm
Tosses the surf relentlessly to the shore
Breaking your peacelike conscious
Making you grate your teeth
Never has there been a worse sound, I assume
But just as the sea
I calm
And the sweet rush of my waves sweep over you
And now you see clear
I remember your eyes being the strangest shade of blue
Never was there an exact word to describe them
So I just deemed them Tuesday blue
A blue that is not crystal clear
But not foggy like how you feel
Crawling out of bed on a Monday morning
And not summery blue either, like how the sky always seems to be
on weekends
The blue of your eyes
That Tuesday blue
Is the blue you see when you leave for the beach
On an impulse
Just to free your mind and breathe
The blue you see as you gaze unto the magical horizon
Just where the sky and ocean meet
That is the color of your irises
That is the color of my personal love
What I dream about at night as my chest falls rhythmically
Like the soft down tempo
That's usually the background music to our very
Melodramatic lives
So stare at me with those Tuesday blues
And listen to me me exhale
I promise to never hurt you
I promise I'll never fail

  (if promises can be kept)
Oct 2013 · 855
Dependency
asg Oct 2013
I can't decide whether it's your tone
our your tendency to be meaner than you truly are
                                                                                              that makes me want to help you
                                                                                                 makes me want to heal you
I don't know how or why but you've
consumed all of my attention
I don't want to wake up in the morning without
a thought of you
Do you know how it feels to be
dependent on another's presence?
Everyday I search endlessly for some sign
that you've seen me
recognized me
                                                                                               I can only deal with so much
Don't ever leave me.
Oct 2013 · 566
I Messed Up, Sorry
asg Oct 2013
goodness.
not that stuff that's in you, just the expression.
did you hear?
things have changed between us.
didn't you notice?
how could you be surprised?
i never let you think otherwise.
i'm bad for you.
don't you see that?
there's nothing that will change my mind, it's been made up.
i just want you to go.
**l    e    a    v    e
Sep 2013 · 550
Embrace
asg Sep 2013
Slip your hands down my face
and you'll feel
the sweet grace
of my neck.
And below
you will find
majestic ridges
and sharpened edges.
Here is where breath
both touches and rises.
Here is where my heart
beats rapidly
strong,
because of your hands on me.
Sweetly it goes
like the last breeze tinted of rose.
Love knows no bounds
but is quick to entrap you in me.
So lay your hands across my collarbone.
Feel the entity of me.
Jul 2013 · 798
She
asg Jul 2013
She
She is not a superhero
She is not a wonder
She is just a young woman
searching for the right words

She is not a villain
She is not a crime
She is just confused
looking for a way to buy her time

She is not a story
She can not be told
She just wants to be omniscient
knowing all there is to know

She is not a teacher
She is not a leader
She simply follows the tracks
that have been laid before her own feet

She decides her future
But not all on her own
Because she is not a god
Though she has a God of her own
asg Jul 2013
Fingertips
Left footsteps
Along my arms
Ghost touch
Invisible much
All but bearable to me
His calm voice
His melody
I don't miss those
Personal felony
To think that my life
Should stand still
Because of his absence
Which left holes in places
That now catch a draft
When the winter blows in
And touches my bones
He took off
Without warning
Doesn't matter much anymore
This is not a poem about him
But simply of the void he left behind
Jul 2013 · 353
I'm not exactly sure
asg Jul 2013
colors blur a lot faster
when you're spinning out of control
down a road full of life
life you don't **see
asg Jul 2013
I'm sad
But not in that way
I write to relieve my thoughts
Not my woes
I breathe
And my heart beats
I do not wish for either to stop
I am alone
But only from the cause of my own
I choose to do
the self-harming things I do
But I do not cut
I ride skateboards
And motorcycles
This is not a cry for help
Simply a look into the life of a loner
Jul 2013 · 622
Money
asg Jul 2013
money is just paper,
but people react to it like poetry.
they work passionately,
dragging their hollow bones to work day in and day out,
aggressively striving to come out on top.
because at the top is more money
piled high like monastery of wealth.
clawing their way past others like animals of the lowest caste
trying hard to be the only ones.
so obsessed with status they lose the sight that gives them reason
when it comes to the compassion of human beings
"money is the devil"
but the devil is in us all
isn't that what they preach?
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
gone.
asg Jul 2013
you let him shower you with cheap pearls and fake diamonds.
you get excited like they mean something to you when you’d much rather be given
a book of his or a jar of sand from the beach he used to visit as a child.
something meaningful and true.
not a lame romantics idea of a present.
you want something real from him, just for once so you can say to yourself
and others
that you did not marry a narcissistic robot with preprogrammed methods of love.
but you never complain, not even once.
you just accept his presents with all the love you have and the biggest smile you can manage.
then one day the gifts stop coming.
he no longer drowns you in the beauty of plastic necklaces
and gold-plated rings.
half empty glasses of aged *** are scattered among-st the house
and you wonder why.
but you don’t ask because you figure its nothing to do with you.
missed kisses in the morning showing up late when he had plenty of time to be ready,
shades of lipstick that aren’t yours staining his shirt collars, yet you swear it has
nothing to do with you.
then one day you find him drunk and sweaty, spitting and screaming into the sky
like he’s possessed by a spiteful demon.
he curses the night all in italian,
beautiful
but terrifying at the same time.
you grab onto him only to have him shove you away.
hurt by the gesture you leave him to his woes
and try to forget the night by popping the biggest pill you can find
because having to deal with him then would be worth more
than cheap jewelry and heartache.
numbing sleep finds you.
the next day you finally decide to question him, to find out why he’s been acting
so distant like the last clouds after a torrent rain.
but before you can make a move he’s already made his.
you come home to find his bags packed and stacked high in the driveway.
now you’re asking why, you’re yelling and screaming
and tearing at his shirt, hands bent like claws.
and once more he shoves you away with the utmost disgust
plastered across his usually gentle expression.
you beg one last feeble time for an explanation.
and as he walks away
with no contempt for your well being, no care for your heart
he mutters words that make you coil with self hate and regret,
like a sucker punch to the gut.
as you bore holes into his back with your eyes, he grates
“I miss your Mona Lisa smile.”
Jul 2013 · 458
Poetry of My Body
asg Jul 2013
down my back
across the rivets of my spine
are the letters
you carved in
none make words
none make sense
just expressions of the passion
we were experiencing at the time

on my fingertips
tatted beneath the edges of my nails
are the sayings you whispered
to me daily
"i love you"
"this is us"
"we are infinite"
every morning that i rose

invisible on my chest
etched into my ribs
so close to my heart
are the things you do for me
and the thoughts i have about them
how good you are
how nice your voice sounds
when you read to me

and lastly
plastered right on the front of my skull
are the arguments we had
the evil things we said
to each other
things we never meant
to be permanent
but will be here forever

till
death
do
us
**part
Jul 2013 · 722
PiCTUre perFECt lifE
asg Jul 2013
It's not the pieces of the puzzle that matter, but the way they fit together.
You can have the wackiest shape and fit it together
with another wacky shape and its perfect
because you're not really looking at a single detail
but the whole picture, when its finished.
Puzzles are the ultimate way to describe life, it’s phenomenal.
You've got those pieces that slide in perfectly and its awesome cause you
didn't have to try too hard to make it work.
And then there are those pieces that you can’t figure out just where they go,
but you hang on to them because you know they’re important
and you’ll need them later.
There’s also those one pieces, the ones you really need but can’t find.
You’re searching and scanning and tracing the full picture with your eyes
but you just can’t seem to find that one piece that fits.
BAM.*
That’s *life
right there.
There are things that come easy, not so easy, and things that are so hard
you just want to give up and throw it all away.
And the only thing that keeps you from doing that is
the strong possibility that the end picture will be perfect.
Or it might not be and that’s just fine… i mean,
who wants a picture perfect life anyways?

— The End —