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What if words never come to me again?
like they came when I was
idontknow
different

What if I never feel like me again?
they way I was when hell yes
Of Course I was the best at being
idontknow
Different

What if i get lonely again?
the lonely i get when they sky is too dark
and the air stagnant
I don't like the way it feels--so
idontknow
  different
There was poison in the coffee
and i was too shy to tell
there was poison in the coffee
was it my fault?
i can't quite
can't quite recall
suddenly spouting lies
like a whistle
high and shrill
pointing fingers
is that what this poison does to us
first thing awake
it's just the falsehoods of porcelain dolls
and i sure hope that it was
poison
and not just who we are

i was so true last night
my lips formed perfect words
and i was harsh and charming
i meant every thing i said
since the morning i am a liar
and i do not wish to be
but look!
it spreads like a plague!
is it on the wind?
or in the water
like typhoid
carving up our innards
and turning the devil out
please,
let it be the coffee
that much we can cure
I am a dot on Seurat’s canvas.

You told me that I wouldn’t be respected if I used Times New Roman, well maybe I don’t write to be respected. Maybe I write in Times New Roman because I like to read in it.

I could write in Wingdings. Would that make you happy? Would that make me stand out?

I don’t write with words I don’t understand and I don’t embellish nature to sounds pretty. Times New Roman isn’t trying to impress anybody and neither am I.

I am writing about what is real and I am writing about how I feel and I don’t need your opinion and I don’t want to hear your spiel.

Did that make me stand out?
Fighting sleep...
Night's velvet hand caresses
my face

Crescent moonlight illumines
my copper skin
lily

Day once so robust, solid
and real

lies still, cold and silent
on the bed next to me

All the schemes, dreams and wishes
cremated in the dying red bonfire
of the setting sun

a starry void descends
overtakes me
and
I
disappear
for
now
Perfection,
  Trying to fit some kind

of cookie jar

Art,  Trying to break some kind of
   cookie cutter
with scissors too sharp
you always get it too hard

And then it all breaks through
like the blue blood bleeding red through

And they say you're revolutionary
but it was just temporary

art is imperfection, inherently imperfect
   but, man, that's what we're trying to do
      You took the thought out of it
         you took the hate out of it
           now you've sold it out, the exploited's all it is

what I want would weaken whatever we wish we'd finally win
fighting for false expectations, failing, and failing again

The girl stares at her screen for inspiration
       but when she finds it
       don't know that she finds it
       she feels it, she feels it
       but words only betray you, if they're only sentiments.
       facts are more constant but you never feel them
       feelings hurt harder when you never shield them

Nothing is constant

you're not a                   i don't care
      don't even fool yourself; you're not even an artist
      don't wave no black bandana, you're not an anarchist

Just a basketcase, wrecking her every space

Melodramatic
staring up into the sky
trying to find meaning where it doesn't exist
A babbling brook of blood
Veers violently and viciously.
Slipping silently through sunsets,
The trials and tears of the terrified
Add adversity to the adamant tide.
Hunters hound the hunted,
Sacrificing several subtle souls,
And manically murdering men.
Forever on the freshet flows,
With darkened death as deluge.
She wanted to tell you a dream
but you wouldn’t let her.
“We can marry when you’re 80.
Then there’ll be nothing to lose.”
Geese do not marry, though
and she wondered if the moon over
the Nile would really be the same
moon as here, tonight.
8 hours, after all, is not 80 years.
It’s not so easy to admit that you’ve been here all along
Like my gnawed fingertips
Like my absence of dreaming
You with your breath and your stars

And your dead brother
Who I missed by a week

Is he the one who showed you how to make an exit?
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