flood gates open or closed
god damn
one minute
and then the next
with mood
Monday, November 28, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
beyond shitty poetry
DON'T GET TOO COMFORTABLE
say the wrong thing at just that moment
TALK TALK TALK TALK
SAY EVERYTHING You"RE THINKING BECAuSE THEY CAN ALREADY SEE IT ON YOUR FACE.
shit is starting to get real. That's good and bad.
paintings will be killer
rrr
rr
r
r
rrr
rrrr
but everything else goes to shit
interpersonal relationships
health
beauty
sleep patterns
communication skills
my feet are cold
say the wrong thing at just that moment
TALK TALK TALK TALK
SAY EVERYTHING You"RE THINKING BECAuSE THEY CAN ALREADY SEE IT ON YOUR FACE.
shit is starting to get real. That's good and bad.
paintings will be killer
rrr
rr
r
r
rrr
rrrr
but everything else goes to shit
interpersonal relationships
health
beauty
sleep patterns
communication skills
my feet are cold
Friday, October 28, 2011
sacred spaces
they seem to know more
unaware of my affect
hard for me to take
ideas are there
but so hard to express them
clearly honestly
came to the art show
you trying to imagine
what this all feels like
as hard as you try
it just can't happen smoothly
my demons still lurk
your smell disgusts me
i cringe as you try to help
isn't that just sad?
"beep beep beep beep
who got the keys to the jeep?
VROOM" missy
it's not about you though
it's about me
i don't care what you think
actually not true.
Look a pretty thing
just a place to rest your eyes
behind them much more
zone out on the tree out the window
let your eyes focus there
your body is forgotten
just your head
that's all that matters
you're in.
so much happening up here
down there
so tired
always need to cry
it's welling
it hurts
then relief just as fast
sometimes
self medicate just to cope
but is it better than the alternative?
will i still feel?
will i still create?
when it hurts so bad i don't care
but afterward i see what is left behind
unaware of my affect
hard for me to take
ideas are there
but so hard to express them
clearly honestly
came to the art show
you trying to imagine
what this all feels like
as hard as you try
it just can't happen smoothly
my demons still lurk
your smell disgusts me
i cringe as you try to help
isn't that just sad?
"beep beep beep beep
who got the keys to the jeep?
VROOM" missy
it's not about you though
it's about me
i don't care what you think
actually not true.
Look a pretty thing
just a place to rest your eyes
behind them much more
zone out on the tree out the window
let your eyes focus there
your body is forgotten
just your head
that's all that matters
you're in.
so much happening up here
down there
so tired
always need to cry
it's welling
it hurts
then relief just as fast
sometimes
self medicate just to cope
but is it better than the alternative?
will i still feel?
will i still create?
when it hurts so bad i don't care
but afterward i see what is left behind
Thursday, September 22, 2011
my real audience
what if everyone
becomes my real audience
instead of pretend
sure im a vulture
spit on meat in the trash can
yeah this is my life
grumpy like a bitch
you don't want to talk to me
but really i mean
why did i do that
gotta have an audience
cant just love yourself
becomes my real audience
instead of pretend
sure im a vulture
spit on meat in the trash can
yeah this is my life
grumpy like a bitch
you don't want to talk to me
but really i mean
why did i do that
gotta have an audience
cant just love yourself
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
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