"gameshow" poems
No one wrote a book
On how to queer up the world.
I’ve been waiting for Volume One
On how to hate your body effectively,
Because all of the brats who spit in my
Cherry eyes won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong
When I say “it doesn’t fit.
It never fits. Will I ever fit?”
Because we’re one binary and the other, and we don’t
Fit quite between, and we’re doomed to be melting
Snowflakes in schoolyards. We’re doomed to tears,
And standing awkwardly between ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ sections.
They opened up their doors to us, those who fit
Comfortably or not so comfortably in either of the two
Slots (like maybe this is a gameshow, and I didn’t pick
The right door?) but they promptly
Threw us out when we tried. And tried again.
And failed and cried and threw our hands in the air like
Children, misguided, in pain, stubbing our toes on the door
That says “real suffering.”
Because our suffering isn’t real to a world that encapsulates it in
So many words as symptoms for a
Common cold.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
I've hidden behind so many "I'm okay"s.
The decieving happiness has become second nature.
My fake smiles and pretend laughs have become easier than the **** down the street.
"How are you?"
Don't hesitate.
Smile.
Sound peppy.
Sound happy.
"Good!"
Was that too peppy?
Too forced?
No one cares enough to notice anyway.
"Are you okay?"
Look confused.
Look surprised they're even asking.
Smile.
Let it roll off your tongue like it has so many times before.
"Of course."
Don't cry.
Dont cry God ******
"What have you eaten today?"
Think of foods.
Think of foods fast.
Blurt out the first words that come to mind like you're on a gameshow and you're about to win first prize if you can just tell them what you had for dinner.
It all becomes second nature;
After so long of wearing masks
You forget how to wear your real face.
You don't know what's under the mask
You don't remember.
"Don't let them in,
Don't let them see"
Good thing I don't remember how to.
I've painted this smile on my face day after day
I don't know if the paint will come off anymore.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
she used her date of birth as grid references – found that place on a map
circled it like with black marker pen
circling ***** *******
inky areola
- days spent staring at black rings
go for the atlas they yelled like an audience on a gameshow - explore the cities that are lost under the staples -
explore the curves of geography - dip your toes in the water - bathing sharks show teeth sharp -
and when she got home the librarian removed the snippets of conversation from her waistband -
she laid them end to end to construct her resignation letter
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
life is just a game show just a great big quiz
we have to find its questions and what the answer is
what challenge will it give us we must wait and see
life it is the host what will be will be
we must join its game what ever comes our way
find the answers that we need and win the state of play
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Veins pumping blue
A gallon of gas
Fumes eating cells
Like a child chewing on ice
Turn me inside out
Wring out my memories
Into a little red bucket
I'm on your gameshow
Pick a card
Any card at all
I was someone for a moment
Drinking up
Falling down
Red blood on your favorite white
Nightgown
I threw away the pictures
Letters
Paintings
Rings
Charms
Drawings
I was young and I was foolish
To carve the arcs of your love
Into my skin
Putting our palms together
And nailing them through
I didn't cry for you
Because I am a counselor
I am not a king
So the longsword of Damocles
Does not call my name
I am happy to oblige
Go ahead and pack your things
Don't excpect me to watch you
Driving down the street
Because I've seen before
True love open her door
And drive away
With nothing to say
But sad songs
But poison
But winter
But dreams
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Object of game - to draw a circle around two words of equation. Then you must land other equations within that circle while it is spinning, without knocking the original equation off the globe oops i mean board. Shut up!
Rules - See object
Way to win - we tell you later
Grand prize - everything!
good
-------
bad
or choose your own words!
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
i am in love with you.
but you are poison.
i can never breathe as i stand
next to do,
fluttering my eyelashes
but not being able to see
because the poison you
bleed has clouded my vision.
i am in love with you
but you are not in love with me.
HOW COULD YOU
DO THIS
YOU ARE POISON
AND I HATE YOU SO MUCH
THAT ALL I THINK OF IS YOU
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES THERE IS YOU
AND YOU ARE
SLOWLY KILLING ME
BUT I CAN'T GET OUT OF THE
DEADLY CYCLE BECAUSE
I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU,
LIKE A MAGNET.
you will slowly eliminate me
like a contestant on your favorite gameshow,
until i am no more than
nothing
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
life is just a game show just a great big quiz
we have to find its questions and what the answer is.
what challenge will it give us we must wait and see
life it is the host what will be will be.
we must join its game what ever comes our way
find the answers that we need and win the state of play
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Let me be your phone a friend
When you feel like you're going to lose
Yourself
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC