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2013-05-15 5 notes

when did words become irrevocable?

I remember when no one gave a damn about half of what I said and the other half they ignored. Now, despite the perilous journey from thought to word that WE ALL ACKNOWLEDGE, I am expected to stand behind every last bite that falls out of my mouth. If I abandon a conviction or change an opinion, then I am weak. And a weakling’s convictions are of no worth here. Here, where our mistress Empirical is fucked and fuck offed as pleases our crumbling backbone of irrevocable words.

When my neighbor sees me walking by
He shouts things out the window
Not malicious things,
But still
Thing like “I’m not wearing pants”
“I’m standing on a chair” and
“Have you seen my bouncy ball? It’s orange”

2013-05-14 1 note

I used to write things about things
Now I just write the paper clips holding those
scraps together.
tearing notebooks does not an artist make.

I want to organize my thoughts

I want to organize me

I want to organize you

I want you to feel organized

just one long chain of paper clips
But here’s the problem:
I used the two orange ones to make a pair of earrings
(that I rarely wear).
What now?

2013-05-13 1 note

It gathered up all the skin she had shed
and stretched it over the Great Orifice.
She thought that It thought that she would be thoughtful
and dry her eyes,
but It was a damp beast after all
and not opposed to hi-hats.
I left the odd pair counting freckles behind an opaquing screen.
All I could think of was how badly I wanted a fucking cake.

2013-05-12 2 notes

Positioned so that she could see over her shoulder,

she waited and waited and waited.

The grin washed over her just two minuted too late,

and fled for watering with naught but four words.

She left tired but disheartened; She thought her legs looked really nice tonight.

2013-05-09 9 notes

There once was a hollow girl. She looked no different than any other girl, but she had no insides.

2013-05-06 1 note

I’m missing our ocean,
Our rock,
And our red skies,
But most of all,
I’m missing giving memories.

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A Motivational Note to My Future Self:

for the nights that no one deserves sympathy

for the nights everything is enraging

for the nights cheese isn’t placating

for the nights you’re battling caffeine

for the nights that you just want to strangle everyone

for the nights your legs won’t stop itching

for the nights everything must be shouted and you’re too tired to shout

for the nights you’re laughing with fear

for the nights you’re too embarrassed to stop running or turn around

for the nights your chin doesn’t even quiver:

remember tonight

when you hit a wall

and no one knew what to say, but you weren’t alone.

2013-04-28 2 notes

A Breezy Day

From my porch I can see
an emerald castle
dull through the scratches in my spectacles.
Duller still without my spectacles
I see the Welcome Evergreen
and the varnish peeling fencepost sharing
Wisdom
underneath the wind,
groaning naked secrets
I strain my ears to hear form my porch.
From the rafters I’m tying dental floss.
There used to be an awning
but I slept all through the harvest
so the fruit now covers the ground
and I just don’t have the heart to see it now.
I have no flag
for have no cause
and I have no prayer flags
for I have no prays
and I have no chimes
for the frogs know music
and I have no whirligigs
for I fear no stillness
and I have no kite
for I need no shackles
and I have no colors
for they rip
when it rains,
so I’ll hang my hopesanddreams
to dry out in the sun
and crack without a sound when the wind blows.

2013-04-24 2 notes

Two story house with white picket fence.
Third (half) child plays in yard with AK-47.
Dog fetches Sunday fiction periodical from doorstep.

-The American Dream (not recognized by the federal government)
of David and Goliath.

2013-04-20 2 notes

WeedWacker

He planted his feet,
locked his eyes,
lowered his death stick
and asked me how I was.
I didn’t,
but if I had told him the truth I think he would have listened.
My default setting is Running a Bit Late
so I let my gears spin and admired his
stranger affectation

killing weeds and lightening hearts
killing weeds and lightening hearts
killing weeds and lightening hearts
killing hearts and lightening weeds.

2013-04-19 0 notes

Things we’ll do to keep people safe: Lock down an entire city for hoursThings we won’t do: A 5 min background check before you buy a gun
— Judd Legum (@JuddLegum) April 19, 2013

2013-04-18 3 notes

Whirlybird

A second chopper just arrived
Above a non-committal crowd
In the first vote it was denied
Double helo; double loud

The two dance a chilling tango
Their discord bouncing off the fly
Before the chairman tantrums below
And only the second holds its sky

The manic pissant council sneers
As it flits and swerves and floats
It must clear the deadwood from my ears
Because it’s fire season in my throat

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writersbloqinc:

“Poems don’t always have to rhyme, you know. They just have to be creative.”

Source: writersbloqinc

2013-04-15 5 notes

Some days I am overly self conscious;

other days I shit in public restrooms.

2013-04-11 12 notes

You learn something new every Chekhov scene

several new things in fact

acting is weird
actors and weird
actors do weird things
acting is a weird thing
and most importantly: you can only look someone in the eye one eye at a time.