Painting
January 14, 2009
When you stretched the truth-white canvas so blinding bright on my frame, I knew this would be the last time I’d see you, ever.
Deviated writing assignment
October 2, 2008
Screaming face blanketed in joy my heart beats sounds scarcely heard in the vacuum of space my mother’s spite beats rabbits in a jar forcing me to face my mirror and smile like the end of the world filled with zombies and giant spiders doesn’t anybody see the cheese walking across the street in a 3-peace suit and briefcase only made brief by his short, miserable life and I just can’t seem to figure out this guy I want to something spatial and filled with bright color the human eye can’t comprehend in daylight what kind of rationale makes you hand over your gun to the people you should be fighting against and I can’t breathe when I see you but I try to inhale, exhale, forget about everything I knew and just try to soldier on fresh out of the box wrapped in shiny ribbons.
First Painful Memory
September 29, 2008
Fingernails down my spine
I was only nine
Standing in line
For a game of limbo at the skating rink
I’m on the brink
Eyes brimming with tears
That barbaric, beastly bitch
Somebody get her OFF of me!
Can’t they see
the blood on my shirt?
I run home
Her giggles screeching through my molecules
Hoping when I find my safe haven
Mommy will help me.
Mommy’s drunk tonight
And a whole new set of fingernails
tear at my will to
Keep going.
Single White Female
September 29, 2008
Single white female
Looking for a man whose dreams she can be the girl of.
Looking for her heart to skip beats
1st and 3rd in a 4/4 time signature.
Looking for a man to be the bass to her treble clef.
The rhythm to her melody.
Looking for that feeling that makes her legs give out so hard they cease to exist.
Looking for passion so dark and stormy the glass shatters while rain licks the blood from her skin, gasping for air, silent, steady, primal drums pounding.
Looking for a mind matching her own, step for step, blow for blow, a thinker, an intellectual. A poet, maybe, or maybe just another cynic to spit acid at the unthinking majority; one of her favorite pass-times.
Looking for feeling again, feeling anything, trying to push away the hard shell and expose the raw tissue beneath.
Single white female
Looking for more than just a good time.
Song of Myself
April 15, 2008
The secrets of my eyes
Are many
I know what came before
I know what is
I know what comes after
So do you
So do I
The ocean waves churn
In my blood
The desert sands sparkle
In my smile
The lush fruit of creation nestles
Beneath my belly
Between my hips
I am power
Religion
Birth
Death
Perfection of the human bodies
In Renaissance oils
Voluptuous
And beautiful
I lounge upon
A leather couch
Contented, wise,
And omniscient
Come closer
And I will reveal to you
The many secrets of my eyes
Fruit
April 15, 2008
Apples, oranges,
and bananas.
Food that I love,
should love,
but can’t love
as much as pizza.
Spare Tire
April 14, 2008
Clad in a baggy hooded sweatshirt
I hide the shame of a year and a half
Gone by
The shame of an extra thirty pounds
That snuck up when I least expected it
Curse pizza and potato chips!
Curse them all!
Poor Student Blues
April 14, 2008
“Declined” the cashier says
As he hands me the
Thin sheet of plastic
That determines if
I eat today or not.
Declined, declined, declined.
All of my distress
In a word,
“Declined.”
Sick Day
April 10, 2008
Muddled, murky mind
In a hacking, harrowed head
Bundled up in blankets
Feeling nearly dead
Tomorrow will be better
But for my state today
I need to just stay home
And sleep the sick away
Fleeting Time
April 9, 2008
Every minute passing
Shall never be again.
Every minute passing
Brings us closer to the end.
Cherish every second,
Live out your every dream.
Cherish every second,
The end is nearer than it seems.