asf - Hello Poetry

asf Mar 2014

I'M SORRY THAT I'M WRITING YOUR NAME ON MY FOLDER AND I'M SORRY THAT I GRIN LIKE AN IDIOT WHENEVER YOU TALK TO ME AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MY HEART THAT THUMPS LIKE THE WINGS OF GIANT MOTHS WHENEVER YOU'RE AROUND ME AND I'M SORRY THIS IS ONE WHOLE RUN-ON SENTENCE.
I'M SORRY I SAY "WOW" WHENEVER I SEE IS YOUR FACE, BUT IT'S JUST SO FANTASTIC. YOUR FACE HOLDS GRAVEL AND BUBBLES OF LAUGHTER AND INTELLIGENT THINGS YOU'RE ABOUT TO SAY. YOUR HIPS ARE THIN, BUT THEY'RE PRESENT ENOUGH FOR ME TO GRAB THEM. OH, DID I MENTION YOUR EYES? GREEN AND GRAY, LIKE CAVES. I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOUR CAVES HOLD IN THEM.

I'M SORRY THAT I'VE NEVER SAID THIS TO YOU, BUT THIS COUNTS FOR SOMETHING, RIGHT?

~~a.s.f.

((there is more, but I cut it off here))

asf Mar 2014

1 a.m. inspiration

I want you to take a second, and I want you to reach;
reach into the back, the way way back,
back into the dusty bookshelves of your
mind, and check out that book, that book that you've heard so much about, but you have never really read for yourself.

Then I want you to breathe. To inhale all of the yellow-pigmented roses and the delicious pieces of life and the cups of coffee. To exhale the disgusting, black clouds of smog that pollute the place you occupy; the hate, and the regret, and the gross, and all of the everything that makes you less than what you are: rid it of you.

finally, it would be nice of you to just be; to just occupy that space, to read that book that your friends have been raving about, to breathe in and out deeply, and often, and to just...live.

Live.

**~~a.s.f.

asf Feb 2014

'Slice of bread'

She was the slice of bread everyone skipped.
She was the park bench no one sat on.
She was a stale conversation.
She was the leftover Jello that was thrown away after two days because no one wanted it.
She was the last book on the shelf, not read by anyone.
She was the cloud that shielded the sun.
She was the last dog at the pound, too young and too old at the same time.
She felt under appreciated, unloved, misunderstood, hopeless, anxious for what was to come.
She just wanted to be wanted.
And happy.

**~~a.s.f.

asf Feb 2014

Cemeteries, cemeteries.

What are we doing here?
Why are we driving around this place, in the emulating sunlight, radiating heat through my jeans?
What are we looking for?
I stick my arm out the window to expose it to the breeze and the sun.
Cemeteries, cemeteries.
The trees are beautiful here; ironically alive.
They look like they have secrets to tell.
Tell me a secret.
Enlighten my heart and my mind.

Can we stop driving around and go home?
I have to write all of this down before it escapes my mind like when the fresh scent of a flower leaves my nostrils or when I try to remember something that isn't there....

**~~a.s.f.

asf Feb 2014

Twitter Feed.

Was last night real, or...?
This music is simply not helping.
Fall asleep reading Sylvia Plath.
"Dreams simply were not energy-efficient."
Okay. Enough of this.
Drowning in my awkward.
There are TOO many people in here.
Sad sigh.
I'm the only one, now.
Most of these tweets are about you.

**~~a.s.f.

asf Feb 2014

Era Shock

Take me back.
Take me back to a place I've never been before, back to when I wasn't even thought of yet.
Take me to a really big high school where no one gives a ****, but everyone manages to pass.
People smoke in the bathroom while touching up their red lipstick, with their RayBans on.
The Richies' get drunk, while the regulars get sad. And the geeks just want in.
Take me back to the place that played dramatic music when I faced a problem, or maybe high-energy music when the guy I like and I share a quick glance. Then, small talk looms overhead.
Take me back to cool cars and clever outfits.
I want witty remarks from the girl who makes her own ensembles, and I want her to bit her lip, flustered.
Please, someone, anyone take me back.
Take me back to the 80s.

**~~a.s.f.

asf Feb 2014

Inner Self, I Guess

Name of the world: to provide a lifetime of possibilities.
Established in sort, we reinforce our comfort.
Off full living, we all, unify, travel to new comfort in the familiar; bring you the most of today.
time you need.

The sort of peace; the view at center.
Plants sort or west rest?
Chance: We also have rough states.

But, we are more.
Cats strive to cat.
Share loved ones and future eras, memos and cats
will last a life.

**~~a.s.f.

This was fabricated from an article about a vacation getaway.