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Submitted by ghola (View user info) at 2006-11-15 23:35:57 EST
I dreamt last night
that you were still in love
with her.
You cut your hair short and
followed her
around,
doing what she said.
I found a box and crawled inside.
It took me places
I didn't want to go
and I saw ogres that no one
else could see.
They brushed my hair for a party
I wasn't going
to with people I'll never know.
I came home and found that
no one was there.
I woke up
and you were in bed with me,
but I spent the whole day
without you realizing
that it didn't matter.
I called you
and you sounded dead like
someone poured all the life out
of you into something grand and up
and up that I'll never know.
Sometimes I sit outside
on the concrete and pretend
that we're drinking wine
together.
I drink and drink and eventually
you tell me stories of pigeons
flying with no wings
conquering us all.
And I ask myself, is this alright?
---
You're too quiet
I say too much
and I wonder all those times I say
"I hate you," do you know that
tomorrow I'll love you
want to keep you
want to cut you wide open
live in the pit of your stomach
with all those words you must have swallowed.
Today I hate you
because I remember too much of yesterday
that other girl you never loved
that you kissed and held and
I want to know
did you two stare up at the sky? I hope
all the stars fell
like that picture that doesn't hang on the wall anymore.
We live in this apartment
with empty walls so nothing
else can fall
down
and down
and down.
I wouldn't want to be the one
to clean this mess
I wouldn't know where to put you
I only know how to hold you
I can barely stand you.
---
In the summer, she wilts.
She's nothing.
Time passes her by,
cliché after cliché.
She never gets that "natural glow"
brought on by too much sunlight
or the dreaded fake bake.
She doesn't bleach her hair
and wear shorts
white t-shirts
or brightly colored flip flops.
She looks like nothing.
Then winter comes
and she's a goddamn super hero
every bit the pale dark haired goddess
she was while all the world was playing.
And when they sleep,
she wakes
and eats them all
leaving their scraps for the birds.
---
I wanna tear things down
I wanna find things that haven't been destroyed
and tear them down
I wanna find people that haven't been corrupted
I wanna find people that still give a damn
and take everything they have
I want everything you have
I want everything you ever wanted
and I want to crush it
I want to crush you
Those freeing moments when you're on the path
to heaven
I want to distract you,
take your hand and lead you somewhere less green
I want to hurt you
I want you to never stop hurting
I want every moment you breathe to be your last
I'll be your last
---
Two years with that hollowed
out boy who couldn't love anyone.
His mother,
dying.
His father saying, "more, more, more."
It ended with him snorting a
crushed up line
of white off the coffee table.
Eight months with the boy that loved
everything.
He loved
to tell me how to dress
and to part my hair on the side,
growing it halfway down my back.
He loved
his dog
(it slept in between us)
and it licked my face,
drawing me out of nightmares of being trapped
in a box without a lid.
Two months with the boy that wasn't
a boy, but an artist.
He painted
his words and thoughts,
but never added me
and left me for the girl he could paint.
And then the one I love,
I told him to go away.
I muted my phone and rested my head
on the other boy's chest,
the one I'd never love.
---
my day couldn't be any worse
unless i died
unless my lover died
unless i killed my lover.
i never cry,
but if i did i wouldn't cry because
i was fired
or i failed a class
dropped out of school
quit caring about anything at all.
i'd cry because all those other people are alive.
i'd cry, "i never had a chance to slit their throats."
and no one would continue idly on
slicing bread and cutting cheese
and telling stories about their uncle clarence.
"Clarence was a good man," they'd say.
"Clarance always wore a tie."
"Clarance sharpened bullfrog legs with a butter knife."
i keep hoping
that one day
clarence will FUCK their shit up
and they won't have sandwiches anymore.
User Reviews
Submitted by carbon (user info) at 2007-07-28 08:43:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ikari_shinji (user info) at 2007-07-26 16:40:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
-2DIE FUCKING BITCH
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-11-16 19:38:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
NEEDS LESS INDIGO, MORE GIRLS
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2006-11-16 13:53:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like your poetry more than your stories. I think it's because your tendency towards brevity works better in this form.
I'd cut the last line out of the first one if I were you.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2006-11-16 12:29:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
poems.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-11-16 10:11:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hmmm...
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-11-16 09:46:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I read some of this on the other place. I can relate to a good bit of your poetry.
I think the third one is my favorite.
Submitted by The_taste_of_Monkeys (user info) at 2006-11-16 09:28:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Im so pretty. Im so pretty. Im so pretty and witty and....well, not the last one.
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2006-11-16 09:26:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I may still be drunk, but I thought this was really good.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2006-11-16 08:20:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
LOVE the third one.
Love it.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-11-16 03:03:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Life101 (user info) at 2006-11-16 00:33:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
cool with me
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-11-16 00:31:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-11-15 23:41:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like the first one very much.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-15 23:37:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oddly enough, I had some interesting dreams last night... all sorts.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-11-15 23:36:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
My love for you is like a truck, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker
My love for you is like a rock, Berserker
The Berserker is just so obscene
Likes evil people you know what I mean
He takes your soul and then just rips you apart
He'll steal your heart
Would you like to smoke some pot, Berserker
My love for you is ticking clock, Berserker
Would you like to suck my cock, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker