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Zoe Lynne Mar 2012
Where the off keys are the subtleties
Missing symmetries linking beats
Rhythms rhyming daytime stories
With nighttime attitudes
Dudes and ladies
Going crazy in lime light
More impressed by concept than conception
Misguided perhaps
maybe blinded
Influenced so greatly
By something stirred gently
On the off chance
What they need to say
Matches what was heard
Wheezed into a microphone
30 feet away
Elevated, but not above
Their ability for connection
And desire for attention
Packed rooms full of people
Wanting a label
To cling to or sing to
Making it easier to declare with conviction
Instead of trying to stick out by fitting in
(Afruitless effort, except by the trend setters)
Zoe Lynne Mar 2012
Nauseous again
Looking
Somewhere
Someone
Something
Situations
Horizons
Sta­nding
Still here
Staring
Over there
Not mine
Its not mine
My place
My life
My friends
None of it
Is mine
Fakes
And liars
Lazy slight of hand
Kids
With big voices
Always drunk
Always drinking
Drink up drink up
who's in the cup
Who's turn
Who ****** up
Chewed
Not swallowed
Drank
And spat out
By kids
With big voices
This is not
My place.
Zoe Lynne Feb 2011
poetry is meaningless
words are just the same
untouchable
by our own experiences
ungraced by that of others
there is an
infinite beauty
in the endless possibilities
but its nothing real
instead their own world
revolving
evolving
dissolving
into new connotations
to impact someone else
never less applicable
never more knowing
"tragically" unfeeling

words

they say anything you want
and tell them-
the audience,
what they need.
its not desire
for self exploration
they're looking for
Then they would write
instead,
they depend on you
the "poet"
to describe them
to tell them who they are
and how they feel
since beyond you-
it's a mystery
their mirrors are broken
covered in hairspray and cheap perfume
with all those moments of regret
clinging to the glass in faded memories
frosting it just enough
that nothing is clear
so its safe
and then
when you tell them
when you use these illusive words
to bring enlightenment
into everything they are
and ever will be
with a general abstract
they can relate to
they get the option
of becoming a connoisseur.
of speaking as though they know
because somehow its so familiar.
(Like the days at their granparents house
back when they were a child)
but because they know
even vaguely,
you've given them the right to rejection
to denial
and self righteousness
to civilized critiquing
when really
they're just missing the point
and honestly
im not angry enough to care
maybe later
but right now-
i just want the words
to speak
so that i
dont have
to say anything
Zoe Lynne Feb 2011
wind, always gets lonely
                       turns chaotic
                          and fighting

            cold
freezes so bad
     it burns

                                                          ­                                                        dont worry sky
                                                             ­                       the ground will dry your tears
                                          move recklesly
excess
                   and
agitation
                     escapes        
surging down
                         w
                          a
                          r
       ­                   d
                                            ­   singing sweetly
                                                         ­        softly.
Zoe Lynne Feb 2011
pose.aim.click

focus everybody!

it's not clear-

you'll have to grab another child to save

quickwhileeveryoneslooking

laugh    like its okay

like you're not buring up inside

like you dont care that you have to touch the poor

like you cant feel their filth through your designed costume



even the holy stare

even the homeless smile



                      the educated ask you to lunch

                       the profesionals drug your drinks



                                                               ­                   your protection needs payment
  
                                                      ­                                   so you charge the going rate

                                    and they pay

                                                         and you pay

                    



it's equilibrium

                but without the balance
This was published last year, in a counselling magazine of all places
Zoe Lynne Feb 2011
I saw god once

he was a *** begging for change

So I gave him a quarter

And he sent me to hell

— The End —