"looooong" poems
tonight a girl stands on a bridge.
the midsummer breeze dances around her curves.
it begs her to come play.
her heart beats steady.
her gaze is motionless.
the changing air steals a whisper.
"we are moving into the house of Aquarius"
under the bridge a man sleeps.
in a few weeks he'll turn fifty-eight,
but he doesn't know that.
he hasn't had a birthday celebration in years.
he hasn't had anything to celebrate in years.
the bridge is home now.
above him,
a girl is rediscovering herself.
a girl is rediscovering her fear of heights.
she looks 25 light years above her, at Vega.
in a way, she thinks, she is like this star.
she is about midway through her life expectancy,
but her light died a quarter century ago.
the man sleeps soundly.
a smile is spread across his face.
he is dreaming of his dinner,
a footlong sub.
extra olives, just the way he likes it.
it was his first meal in several days
but tonight, his stomach is full.
he has come to like the grease on his face.
it shows he has survived many challenges.
the hardships have only made him wiser.
the girl, she minored in astrology.
she was fifth in her graduating class.
debt lurked deep in her mind.
it polluted her every thought with
reminders that she was not in control.
now, she tries to justify her current position.
on the bridge.
looking out at Lyra, partially hidden by clouds
"nothing I do will matter."
she reconsiders.
she recalls an anecdote she overheard
on the subway, or somewhere:
"when you're dead, you're dead for a looooong time"
she smiles. kids say the darnedest things.
tonight she curses her 'lucky stars'.
nothing the girl does will matter.
tonight she will become a woman.
tonight she will give herself to the wind.
the man will find her in the morning.
the man will chuckle to himself.
"they always make it down here,
one way or another"
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
I will never regret holding your hand
How can I regret something I once wanted so bad
And if you think the broken memories and promises are collateral damage then you are wrong
I never asked you for love poems or songs
All I wanted was to hold your hand and when I did it felt like thousands of tiny sun splashes were dancing in my eyes my lips and oh my god my thighs
I will never regret because regret in this case is weak
It would defy and soil the what seemed like a bright future
Yes I do not regret but that does not mean the fights were something I looked forward to
The Godzilla like monster I turned into every time you would crawl under my skin because you knew oh you knew
You knew that I liked tea with milk and if you step on my foot I will have to step on yours
You knew too much and yet nothing at all because that’s what it was supposed to be
We would go on yelling sprees over specks of dust
But in everything we did there was a lingering presence of lust and with that always an element of mistrust
It would gnaw on my nerves and rip out cords of my patience
The necessity to repeat, repeat, repeat the conversations made them looooong and tedious
And somehow we didn’t notice how it became so serious
And when we became ignorant we started to fade
Slowly but surly we obeyed the laws of disappearing
One missed call, two unread text messages, three kisses from a stranger
And just like that you disappear.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Nothing gets crossed out -
A collection of the worst jokes you ever told (something about LSD and shellfish) rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls into dust bunnies (whispering my secrets) snatched up and molded with vegan butter until a collective comet increase, increases, IGNITES into flames and is suddenly the rising sun you rose up underneath from six times in my bed where the butterflies in my stomach shivered and shook and made their way to the walls at eye level with your tiny ears
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Tie a tin-can telephone to the door of your own personal world from my mailbox and I'll leave a message on your carrier pigeon (answering machine?)
I'm confused.
"Jennifer wants you to know that she wants you and her to move into a postage-stamp house in a postcard of Italy - she says to make sure you know that the house has no walls and lots of ladybugs."
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I think we're breaking up - "What do you mean, you know what I look like without my face? Jesus, Jenny, you're ******* nuts."
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It's okay though, I got like, ten cents for recycling those cans. Anyways
CRASH! From behind a junkyard ~
Sounds that I will drown out with my erectile-dysfunction pills.
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There's a candle from something called (Ireland?) here and I can't ******* blow it out, there's like twenty, or twelve years probably, you are repeated here doing sunrise stretches in fluttering orange flames
Green slime oozes from the cracks in your shower tiles and I try to pin it back up with clothespins; just in case it helps you save the world. By the way - I will write my name in the unethical fog left behind an Indian-ocean's worth of water and say I fell asleep, wasn't me, astral projection did it (!!)
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(Are you still with me?)
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The last chapter - the Queen of England will buy your burial site under a fake name and I will fingers crossed decompose into one looooong-winded aperçu.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
If I could...
I would have the
long
looong
looooong
s
k
i
n
n
y
legs of a model,
A TINY
tiny
t
iny
WAIST,
beautiful hands
(to wear those byooooootiful RINGS),
and flowy, wavvvvvy locks.
I could wear any sunglasses I wanted
(not just the ones with nose pads)
And still look modest in shorts.
I could be a bit taller,
taller than this
FIVE
FOOT
FRAME
and still look good
in peeptoe
l o
u bo
u ti
n sssss.
I would have glowing
smoooooooooooth skin.
BUT
Despite
wishingwishingwishing
for the perfect body
I still love my
palm-sized lumps,
my blemished spotted uneven skin,
my thick thighs,
and my ugly hands.
At least I can wear high heels
to make me
TALLER.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
So, here's the cache:
Make sure
**all & any & every
single move you make
you won’t regret***
in years or even days
keeping you at 3am
in the bath wide awake*
***So
as a preventive
bound tight to this vow, I stay***
**say what you mean
& mean what you say**
*Like champange with *******
you'll have been overcame with duende
for this phrase*
*& it’ll keep your subconscious feeling clean
while you continue to slay away
at just your normal hygiene for today
or maybe a few disarrayed prey
it'll even help trick it when you actually are totally aware
you’re instigating & quite quietly steering
some rather nasty foul play*
*but besides the fact the move’s today
and still, I attempt to cajole
and I’m now regretting not only an action
but a whole section
an entire chunk of my life spun out and
became some mangled & ******** black hole*
*& the worst part is, its long past,
I mean it's looooong since slipped outta my control
& it's long past me being the one looked to for decisions
& its long past when I sorta lost
all & any & every
bit of possibly existing trust*
*& long past, I just now noticed it all
mid-through one of countless attempts to self-console*
because when I went crazy, everyone still called me Superman
***Because when Superman bumps his head,
who’s gonna get past the*** Super ***in Superman
and ****** pick him up and put him back on solid ground?***
Because that’d really **** if Superman wound up dead
Because no one thought the dude that shut down the Ku Klux ****
Could be uncrowned &
end up all bled out & drowned
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
i'm gonna wear black - all black.
i don't like blues or yellows
and the only thing pink should be your tounge on the inside of my teeth.
if this is gonna end up with something that needs to be "facebook official"
(ugh)
i WILL force you to delete those 2012 pics of you so my friends
(who have never seen you before) won't think you're that ugly
i'd love to go out and eat with you and act like we're all fancy and stuff
but can we do it right after payday
because give me a week and my money are looooong gone
we are gonna hang out at your place
my parents are awkward and ask too many questions
and i love train rides
so you're not gonna come to me, i'm gonna come to you
if we work something out you better show people you like me
i'm talking friends, exes, complete strangers i. don't. care
but show people the love, okay
yeah i have trust issues
i get jealous over pretty much everything
but just kiss and let me know i'm yours and you're mine
and we should be good
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
ok, things are getting better!!
got my ducks all waddling
in a row.
my tin solidiers standing
to attention in a line.
my cats all in pyjamas and spats...(gotta tell ya that one was a bit tricky).
also put mittens on those
curious kittens.
don't want them dying,
ya know.
the mutt, is busy looking for
nuts.
and i made the elephant
comfortable in this small room.
he is now, chatting with
the paper tiger,
over by the fireplace
my fish swimming happily
in their barrel.
and the bees,tending
busily to arthritic knees
so almost all is well...
but sheeesh!!!
my geese are running around pell-mell
and are likely to give
the mittened kittens
a fainting spell.
all that,
honking and flapping about
mother goose going to hell.
so....... now......
the ducks are wandering
tin soldiers, planning
a gruerilla wafare attack.
the cats now naked
****
how did they,
get out of those spats.
the mutt still looking
nothing, will stop that
fool dog, those nuts are,
looooong gone.
elephant is embarrassed,
the tiger squashed flat.
fish, floating, not swimming.
now food for the cat.
and the bees and their
knees are creating
stinging, verbal retorts.
....as for the geese
and the mittened
kittens....
they have, commandeered
the black forest torte
and are gulping it greedily
down.
so... it is certainly not me,
no siree,
who is in charge of this madhouse mind,
in this mindless town
of mine.
not me,
who wears the king's crown.
you will find me,
the fool......
down by the pool,
....sunbathing...
when all this weird ****
is going down..
**nothing to see here,
move along,
nothing to see....**
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Mentally I was down
But then someone saw
They saw me
They saw my talent
They saw something that I thought I had lost
And once they saw
I felt
I felt loved
I felt appreciated
Sometimes it's hard to receive support when you feel like you're not at your best
It's been a long journey
A really looooong journey
I've lost the most important and influential people in my life and I'm only so young
They pushed me so far while they were here
And sometimes I just have to realize my losses only makes me stronger
My lost ones are in the sky looking down on me and watching my future
While I think I'm stuck in this particular moment
But they see greatness
And I do to
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC