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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Surrendered Conquest

what do you want from me
my great enigma
my spellbound secret
always a push forward
followed by a retreat
invade me
i'm in the mood for conquest
surrender is not an adventure
and we both agreed 
we want raindrops
molecules of liquid fire
falling on us
you say you miss me
come and get me
because i have better places to be
than a bus stop

Fishing Hearts

If I wanted to play games
I would've gone to a damn arcade
I thought we were fishing hearts
Why the hell are you pulling out a spade
My mind tells me that if I had any smarts
I’d see that this was merely a ploy to get laid
But I’m hooked
You’re the perfect bait
You know I was a shooting arrow?
Flying straight
To a fresh target
Now you reeled my spirit in
Made me a boomerang.

If He'd Grown A Pair


If he had grown a pair
I'd be over there
He'd have my heart and stare 
The start of something worth hearing about
But no attention leaves only the retention of doubt
You're too far away for me to shout 
So I'm going to just fade
A way 
Away

Friday, July 26, 2013

Not Your Love

I want a send you handwritten letters love
A I can use you as a sweatshirt love
A I might need some medical help love
An infection of perspiration, 
sweaty palms, 
fits of dizziness, 
and disorientation
Reduced mental awareness, 
racing thoughts, 
and impaired reasoning skills
Love that involves just the right amount of longing
That hurts in the best way possible
One that's possessive and obsessive
The form where I can show him all my private parts without taking off my clothes
A lets dance love
A I remember every word you've ever said to me love
A love that's like chocolate with jalapenos in it
A Nicholas Sparks love steaming with Sarah Dessen and Sylvia Plath
A love where the only thing between our palms is promises
The I can't wait to fall asleep so I can be with you again in my dreams love
The I can watch reruns of friends and find them romantic love
One where the only jealousy is from other couples
Because they wish they were half as damn cute as we are
And I have to repeat everything you said verbatim to my friends just so they can understand just how fucking loving our love is love
The kind where break up songs make me feel fuzzy inside 
Because I'll never have to relate to them again
Where I find roses in my doorstep
And come back to your place
To write poetry with you
A love where I feel naked in emails
Tantalized in text messages
And phenomenal on the phone
I want the kind of love where loving you makes me love me more
And electricity ripples through each wandering breath
A carry my books and open the door love
A give me all the material for 7 poems with your smile love

I want your love

Mostly because I can't have it.


The love where we say 

I miss you
And really mean 
I missed you
And all the chances we had to be together
Before we became impossible
And all I could write about is the love I wish I had
Instead of the one we have.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

I Hate You For Making Me Love You


It was pretty damn inconsiderate of you
To make me love you so late
You unravelled my fate
Precipitated acid on the prospect of another date
Because nothing can sate
The erratic and irate feelings I've developed
Why did you wait
Until we were no longer possible
When you had the power to nullify all the new possibilities 
When the hopes of my heart can't keep up with the world's facilities 
Missing you
Is missing me
The piece I wish I had
The one that could make me whole
But instead grows the hole
Within my soul
I'm crossing this bridge
And I can't afford the toll
Rolling dice 
Begging for advice
That no one can provide
Hitch hiking on someone else's highway
Stomach turned sideways next to my upraised thumb
Because I'm tired of being strummed around like a guitar
The last player took it too far
And now you're just the first star
I can make wishes on
But can never touch
I just don't understand how my hands and lips belong to you
And you won't even claim them
I'm not ready to hem my fantasies 
Put us in parenthesis
And exclude us from the core of this sentence
You're the dentist 
That brushed the candy off my teeth
The janitor who swept the ground beneath my feet
And now I'm flying and falling at the same time 
Most awake when I sleep
Because dreams are the only place you're close to me
It's never real in reality
And my heart has been beat
Lungs left like deflated balloons on the street
Because you gave me a scrap and left me desperate for the entire sheet
And I hate you
Because there's no debate you
Came too late. 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Dear World

Dear World
Where you have to pay extra to have your food without chemicals
Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment
Where Kim Kardashian's butt has more hits than a KKK leader's face
Where steroids come cheaper than cancer treatments
And college acceptances are proportional to the amount of foreign children you pretended to care about

Dear Society
Where rapists have more rights than single mothers
And some places you can't marry someone of the same sex but three of your brothers
Where free speech is suspended in the schoolhouse and the airport
Where we trust E! News more than the government
Where we hold our noses at the scent of gas yet fight wars over it
Where we have to be told housewives are real
And we're not surprised when former teen sensations steal
We look for talent on reality shows but not in reality
And soldiers get paid less than "personalities"
And your tax proportionality changes with your salary
Where most people who text have never read a literary one
And you can get cancer from the sun
And people are more concerned with the price of sneakers than the cost of the Holocaust
Lost had more viewers than the presidential election
And kids are told to become surgeons before their first dissection

Dear Planet
Where virgins and whores get the same amount of ridicule
And we're still learning about the Great Gatsby when we finish school
Being a tool has become an insult
And guys are players and girls are sluts
I'm not allowed to be obese
But that girl with bulimia can swallow big fat lies
Where it takes just as much effort to fit in as to stand out
Where we are naive yet have so much doubt

Dear Home
Where the music of life never stops
And no one judges you 
If you don't know how many licks it takes to get to the center of your tootsie pop
The same radio can play blues and rock
Where tragedy collides us closest together
And you can't mention best friends without thinking forever
You don't need a tether to punch some balls
Where love is the most unrecoverable fall
Where sweethearts can last after high school
(seriously have you seen the expiration date on those things?)
And it doesn't need a diamond to be a wedding ring
Where people like him give you his heart without you even reaching out for it
And you can pop more parts of your body than a stubborn zit
Where I'm done never means this is it

I just want to know
What do you want to hear?
Because every time I write I start drowning in fear
That my message won't be clear
Because this world has a thousand wheels and I'm not sure which to steer
Where nothing makes sense
Why would anyone want to hear my two cents?
I've had the misfortune of being designed as a writer
Which makes me
A high fighter
And fire lighter
Resource sighter
and far citer
I have to take the realm by its teeth
And pull it wider and wider
Until it can swallow my soul whole
So dear world
Where do you want this poem go?

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Last Night

Last night
I had an adult sleep over 
With Moses
After 30 minutes, he said, "Let my people go!"
Which was pretty easy
Since I was queasy
After getting hammered with Thor
And one thing more
MC Hammer asked if he could nail me
To which I responded with a
"you can't touch this"
I got a kiss from KISS
Which had way too much tongue
So I was pretty tightly wrung
Until I told a joke to the Joker
and he didn't laugh
I tried to get Ke$ha to take a bath
But all she wanted to do is sleep in it
Shit, last night
I watched chopped with a weeping willow
And saw teen stars having a pillow fight
Then Amanda Bynes was of course feeling hoarse
So she went to the bar
And bargained for two shots of crazy
I watched Mother Mary shout "OH BABY"
On the dance floor 

As she formed a bond with Pussy Galore
Then a whore gave me a tour
Through every politician's office
Then this band, One, stopped us
Because they need a direction
I saw Dracula checking his reflection 
To ensure that his lipgloss was up to Robert Pattinson's inspection
I stirred dessert with Strega Nona
And found out that Lisa, was a Mona
And felt like a loner until I was in an argument with 12 angry men
Big Bird told me I was a 10
As Mark Zuckerberg asked to be my friend
I told Meryl Streep it's out of wack to act like someone you ain't
Then I was about to faint
Because Monet offered to paint
An airbrush tattoo on my kaboose
As Archimedes said I was obtuse 
As Elvis said I needed to loosen up
As Pamela Anderson asked for an extra cup
I told she had enough already
Then the tide implied we should go steady
While Teddy Roosevelt felt me up and said it was a bear hug
And I felt like a thug as I had skittles with Eminem
And macked on some mac'n cheese with Macklemore
Then I wrapped up some of 50 Cents' time
But only gave him a penny for my thoughts
And took a few shots with Abe and JFK
I was getting tipsy but they told me I'd be ok
As long as I threw a creativitea party until Independence Day


But this is about my night
Last night
The last night
Where these colored lights can shift my sight
Because I party hard and I party right
Stay assy and keep my class tight
And although you might invite me 
To where people are getting stoned and drunk to death
The feeling in my chest is that if I want an evening
With loud music and no rest
I don't need to test the law
When I have a rickshaw
That takes me to a rave without a flaw
Because there aren't people, faces, or places more interesting 
That I can find
Then within the walls of my mind.

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