Day and by night A girl with no doubt Still exerts a sort of tidal pull of possibility I suppose I’m lucky I wasn’t killed in those early days I learned to be very careful You know that you are in an extraordinary place I have greatly expanded my knowledge and understanding of how these work And probably just in time Lived richer, fuller, more satisfying lives than you can imagine… I want them to know that they came from The beauty of the mountains, meadows, streams, and sky, That beauty is clear Blooming Beauty is Boundless Painless, selfless, endless It reflects contentment You should live life based on how you feel, Extend human knowledge as an explorer, And always want to fight evil. Thank you Peace out Respectfully
i made this poem using cut out words and phrases from magazines, receipts, National Geographics, and brochures.
i always said you were the star some kind of genius and then right out of the blue, he makes his garden. sweetness. opposite of terrible. as had been before what a tragedy that had been, one of the few mistakes made, one that proved victory forever lovers always loved again, he'd believed that.
a dream of happiness
collage poetry ~ taken from word and phrase clippings or by blocking out text on a page of a book with sharpie (this one was sharpie) - 2020
No matter what you do Your past will always haunt you How hard you run How long you hide Past will always find you Tear you from the inside Present the world in the collage Of what you really are And in the end All you can do Either embrace your past Or curse yourself
there's a letter I wrote you with no address in a box beneath my bed and this isn't a metaphor for the time I spent waiting for you there's scattered words in my head playing like a broken record a collage of tired clichés holding just enough truth to echo the memories of you there's nails on my fingers bitten to the brim for every time your name's been in my mouth and I've tried to wash it down but something about the wiring in my brain has fooled me into believing my excess of love will make up for your lack there of
A genie working on a 9 to 5 Faces telling him to stay alive Oh no, no! It is the freakiest show Their devils sleeping under their bed But they've got him on house arrest Oh, why Are we so eager to try?
Don't mistake me for misunderstanding that you had it bad Just like your dress this predicament is just a fad
Hey, little gender-****** Watch for return to sender Make sure you're by the coast That's where they'll love you the most No time for entitlement Your words are sentient Trade a board for a pen We don't need no citizen
I got a secret I want you to spread it Play them anything Show us something
A kid jumped off of the rooftops To make his way safely to the candy shop Oh, how Do people notice a house? The wise fool begged in the biggest square They put him in the alley and they listened there Oh, when Did they do the "paper-bend"?
Don't mistake me for misunderstanding that you had it all This crass crusade will surely stop at the nearest shopping mall
Here comes the space heater With a 9 millimetre People say he's colour blind Who's court, his or mine? The joke from the chieftain Is that he's a Bohemian Who you are is never born Gotta start out forlorn
I got a secret I want you to spread it Dance in the streets Trust your heartbeat
If you are deaf, well, we all feel what we've gotta say
Green night in the middle of the day… Fire rising to ****** the moon, Uncle Sam’s praying in my room And the 8-ball will not say
Why a woman holds a gun To her husband’s sleeping head; Does she play or just wish him dead? An armadillo’s included for fun.
Uncle Sam’s lost his hat in the fire Maybe that’s why he’s praying. Not for the country he should be saving While we are conquered by liars.
I’ve tried to make sense of this before: Masked fiddlers strum in the conflagration, Dead books, butterflies and chimps run the nation, …there is luggage on the floor.
Should I run from the scene, Or stay and try to fight? I can’t read my books in the deepening night And there’s a skull waiting just to scream.
The man sleeps on with a gun at his head And I see another skull by his side. It must be a sign saying: “run and hide”. But why can’t I do it? There’s no way to get through it, But I must wake up and fight or I’m dead.
June 1, 2006
This is from a popular group's album cover, reminding me of one of those Dadaistic nightmares you have during a fever...or the state of the nation just before The Crash.