#bangs
behind her bangs
she saw
in the field where she sat
was dusted
with violets and bright, ruby poppies
the sky was painted with gold and violet
hues of blue and pink.
behind the darkness of her eyes
she thought.
she opened them,
and saw that
ink had bled into the sky
deep purples
blacks and blues.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
Last night I had a little too much to drink.
How much is too much?
Hmmm, lemme think...
I.
Got.
Bangs.
I got bangs! Did you hear me?
I got ******* bangs!
But this wasn't a pro job...
I gave myself bangs.
Are the bangs a good haircut?
Do the bangs frame my face?
All solid questions;
It depends on your taste:
Should bangs be all jagged?
Should they move on their own?
Is it cool if they’re aflutter,
Like I’m always windblown?
Should bangs be greasy, and stringy, and frizzy?
And this here bangs cowlick, does it make me look pretty?
I was going for Taylor Swift, circa 2010.
What I got was a late ‘80s George Harrison.
These bangs are a problem,
I’m starting to think.
Maybe I can fix them,
After another strong drink.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Ask anyone,
They have never seen me
Without bangs and a jacket
The bangs hide my face
So I don't have to face the world
They're not in style,
But I'm not in style,
So it's okay
I wear a jacket everyday
Even when I dress up
My arms are weak and scarred,
It's best to hide them
Both are insecurities,
I always get teased for them,
But I need them
To hide
I am far to insecure
To lose the safety
Of my bangs and jackets
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Bad like a habit, we had to have it, I can't stand it, it's just like gold to a bandit.
Well you take, what you get, when you do what you do.
It's okay, I won't give up on you.
Don't you fret, bout the mess, you don't have to wear armor.
No more, no more my amour.
~^~~^~
And when all is said and done, and we are both long gone,
Lord knows you were the only one.
And when all is said, then undone, fights we lost, or we won.
They'll know we just liked having fun playing with guns.
Playing with guns.
Put it down, pick it up, breathe again, take a plunge.
Holes in these eyes, and this skin, I see you naked, now don't give in.
And you fell how you fell, I understand that you feel down.
Freedom and prison don't mix very well, do they now?
~^~~^~
And when all is said then done, and we are both long gone,
I can't wait to see what we become.
Old souls, ghosts or angels, supernova-omegas.
They knew we just liked having fun playing with guns.
Making big bangs playing with guns.
Having fun playing with guns,
We're just having fun playing with guns.
Having fun playing with guns,
I know we're not the only ones.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
I don’t really love them,
They are tools to hide myself from maturity
Today I split them aside
Now there’s a brand new me
Facing you with more sensuality
More biting fingers
and more contemplating
I feel like I could be everything,
your almost-married partner
The angel in the house
Or sweetheart from college.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC