"weepies" poems
1. don't speak, even if spoken to
2. don't listen or attempt to empathize
3. don't comb your hair
4. don't shave
5. don't give your time to past lovers
6. turn off your computer and phone
7. tell your mother you aren't coming home
8. blow up your bridges
9. forget your name and friends as they were as synthetic as television sets.
10. and never ever smile
the weepies and worrieds will tell you there is a bible.
there is comfort in god.
and all you think is,
yeah, i already tried that scene.
the relatives and the rationals will tell you life is only as good as you make it.
perhaps when you fake it.
the lustful and the clinging ex-lovers will tell you they have seen beauty in you,
remind them of damage done.
go on solo strolls.
read poetry that
deals solely with
fire and brimstone.
and never ever smile.
and you will be just as satisfied with your plight,
as this vapor,
who already took his flight.
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 6:51 AM UTC
You recognize love after the fact
You did what you did and that was that
Don't say words that you don't mean
When I'm gone, please speak well of me
Looking back now
I only wish I had been kinder
Did I ever know love, did I ever know love?
And could I have been blinder?
Don't hold back all your love for someday, for someday
I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good
But to never regret means you have to forget
and I don't think that I could
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
i can’t listen to the Strokes without thinking of my first love,
and how I only fell in love with them because
they were his favourite band, and i was in love with him.
i can’t listen to Mozart, Chopin, Satie, or classical music of any kind without thinking of my mother playing piano late at night
while I fell asleep to the sound of her fingers emanating warm melodies.
i can’t listen to Elliott Smith without thinking of being on the bus on the way to high school, and how much solace his music brought me
during those deeply lonely years of anguish and abandonment.
i can’t listen to the Beatles without thinking of my entire family,
jamming together in the garage, without thinking of love.
i can’t listen to the Weepies without thinking of my best friend,
driving around in her car on our way to anywhere, how those songs are symbols of our friendship in the form of sound.
i can’t listen to Regina Spektor without thinking of myself, throughout all stages of my life, without feeling alive, reminding me of who i am,
as an artist, as a lover, as a being.
i can’t listen to Tegan and Sara, ***** Rilo Kiley, Metric, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, or Broken Social Scene without thinking of my high school friends, all those concerts we went to, all the late nights.
That was the music that made me brave.
I can’t listen to Jazz music without thinking of my grandfather, and how many times I sang with him while he played the piano and smiled.
most of these people have come and gone
and i could go on
but if I’ve loved someone, there is a song that I will always associate
with them, and that time of my life.
music is the definition of every moment.
it’s one of the most comforting truths that there is.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
decompressing on a mattress
a white one without sheets
wearing bug *******
and the loose yellow sweater
with the worn out elbows
and too long sleeves
I saw you walking
you looked so small
like a rosebud
it was raining and i was so in love
the outside of the windows looks like a forest
despite my suburban life.
i loved you so much
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC