I’ll have you know that this started out as a love poem but then I got lazy and distracted when the dog started biting my leg and I decided that this process wasn’t worth it all together and went outside for a smoke
that’s when I tried to call you but you didn’t answer I guess it’s Valentine’s Day and you’re probably with some other guy who’s more sensitive than me but can he smoke as **** as me? or cough as loud? or breathe as heavy? well probably ******* not and maybe that’s a good thing that he’s healthy and doesn’t smell like the inside of a Texas Roadhouse before they decided that smoking killed everyone and no one could do it there no not even the good looking people
you always said I was good looking well above average and I cooked good too and that one Valentine’s Day you said If you asked me to marry you right now, I’d say yes that was after I killed the bat in the attic bought you a bouquet of bleeding hearts and brought home the puppy since then my typewriter has busted and you have left P.S. I still have the dog and I renamed him Juniper because that’s what happens when you’re drunk and sad and alone
but now I’m happy smoking a cigarette listening to my neighbor’s massive wind chime conk and sway in the crosswind and I feel as alive as ever knowing that you’re wiping off that red lipstick with a poem I wrote you because your date just got done and he’s not sleeping over and you’re just about to walk to the back patio and smoke a cigarette because you want to die just as bad as I do
These streets are home to countless rodents emerging but for a moment to feed or breed or just to breathe the sun
One by one lining up for the chance to make something out of nothing
Who are they and where do they go while the city refuses to sleep
Doors to endless lands line the avenue each its own portal to the unimaginable
A family of four with the little yapping mutt or a lonely cat lady whose entryway wreaks of *****, a drug dealer door slamming every hour on the hour or an empty snowbird's nest
On the surface everyone is pretending they don't have a hole to crawl back to or walls that know every secret
But below the sewer grate a world filled with the stench of what could have been a good day
Many a barkeep can shed some life on these drunkards' rat king or at least a story of those who made it out
Once or twice it'd be grand to see the bottom of a martini glass left with a sip or two instead of the casually tipped lipstick-clad cocktail, drained of doubt and despair until morning warms the frozen dreams of those retired to a paradise unknown
She walks by without a clue Her bubbly personality and bright *** shoes Laughter gush and spills, free and loose Joyous even in the way she moves
She wears the world as hot as red lipstick Explores herself and what’s not listed Follows the rules but just has to break them Sings in the night, when no one listens
The sun comes out when she’s ready to play Curls bounce as she walks my way She doesn't even know
Has never been touched with a lovers kiss But she loves deeper than anyone I have met Cares so deep, hugs so sure Trusts so venerable, loyal for sure She isn’t the rainbow A color undiscovered The flavor of happy, the taste of song Flies like a bird, dancing in the lawn
Climbing trees, hanging in the park Sharing her stories, girl likes to talk' She doesn't even know that she is My shining star, little piece of bliss Showing the way when things get hard Laughing when I cry Cry when I laugh so hard She doesn't even know She’s my window in to happy When it’s no ware else to be found My excitement when my life is turned upside down Noise that needs to happen Hug I need to have Person I know will be there The smiles that’s for sure Liesel you’re my happy pill The one for sure cure.
I've been telling my therapist about you. I've been trying to sleep, yet all that fills my head is you and her. You talking to her. A filthy wreck. I feel sorry for her. Me working into the early hours of the morning, watching a sunrise on the long drive back, me wanting to get home to you. You getting involved with her while I'm gone. You inviting her to the bar. Let me make you a drink. You could be wiping her lipstick away before I return, erasing her taste from your lips. I bet it's disgusting. I thought you hated dreadlocks. I've been going over and over in my head if this is what I'm worth. I know I'm not a looker.. My hair is messy, my clothes are ripped, I'm all marked up from the past. I thought my personality shone through that though. Sometimes though, I guess that's not enough. What hole do you need to fill? Please tell me. Please, oh please tell me why you knocked me down. Why am I not enough. I've been crying a little each day, then pulling it back together. I've been trying to still be that stone wall I always am throughout this horrible pain. I smell like cigarettes, you smell like lies. I've been telling my therapist about you.
Girls wear pink. Boys wear blue. Girls wear dresses. Boys do not. Girls like to wear makeup. Boys like to play in the dirt. Girls want dolls. Boys want toy cars. Girls like boys. Boys like girls. Samantha is a girl’s name. Samuel is a boy’s name.
This is what some were taught, this is what some grew up only knowing.
Now meet Sam.
Sam’s favorite color is pink. Sam loathes wearing dresses. But sometimes does not. Sam likes to get *****. But always likes to wear lipstick. Sam likes dolls. But plays with cars too. Sam likes boys. But likes girls too. What is Sam? A girl or a boy?
Go ahead. Check the box. Female or Male? I thought you knew the rules? So pick.
Pink? Or blue? Boy or Girl?
Or just wait until Sam can tell you, I’m sure they’ll know the answer better than you.
Patio umbrella waving like a fan Beer numbing my face, nightly planned I hear broken music from an ice cream truck I hear the thunder as it struck Almost like a demented fairytale plucked from my imagination God's ****** up creation A gorgeous mess with a yellow and pink sunset dress Slowly, we watch night The look lies as the heat hugs tight The smell of peppermint suffocating memories You take another sip and try to remind yourself to live To bad your kindergarten ambitiousness ended in a bottle with lipstick stuck to the rim
She was gone before the sun arose. I don't know when she left my bed, But I know that she was here. For though her imprint on my mattress Has cooled and faded, Her lipstick stains show bright on my pillow, Two ******, mirroring arches On a field of snow I clearly recall Her icy, cold fingertips on my spine Waking me up twice in the night Before I found the morning Without her there.
She leaves a note that she signed with her name although nobody else was there because he screamed the name of another woman while he was in her ****. She left a note that she’s written in her bright red lipstick because he said it made her lips look like cherries, and her mother had taught her that the fastest road to a man’s heart is a good meal. She leaves the note in her bright red lipstick because he didn’t compliment the dress she wore on her fragile body, the shoes she wore on her dainty feet, or the heart she wore on her sleeves; he complimented the lipstick she wore as a note written on his bedroom mirror; a mirror that extends from the coarse land of Persia to the frozen seas of the north pole. What she likes the most about the note she left is that she covers a part of the mirror, and a mirror is neer a friend.
He takes a leap of faith and jumps headstrong into a relationship that he knows will drown him. He was named a champion in the 2015 Olympiad for swimming; he lost his golden medal but the whiplash on his heart when he delved firsthand into the waters will always remind him how salty it tasted. He sinks into an abyss of intensity that he cannot dry out no matter how long he sits near the lonely candle next to Madonna’s portrait. He soaks in the glistening sunlight; water was never his friend.
She brushes her hair every evening and every evening she reminds herself that she needs to brush off her father’s rejection. He trains everyday and every day he reminds himself that his heart is also a muscle. They do it in the dark because it’s easy to love another and scary to see yourself.
Open a window to the unconsciousness Sun rises on broken lamps In the city of slaughtered lambs With nocturnal jobs and diurnal breaks Red, red, red lights Pen bleeds on paper leaves Paper cries and streams to you Penciles sketched a ***** Plato Shadow cave imprisoned Aristole Once right and true, now hyperbole My room of fallen dreams Smells of eggs and smoken beams Triple *** and Triple 666 Sold books and bought a Twixt Watch yoga beggard with red lipstick Hands that wrote, punched a face Threw anger with a victory fist For playing on a piano of benefits Pray a prayer and Trust In God Pay justice for In god We Trust