| (no subject) |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|02:33 am] |
you dont love me.
me.
you might like
what i let you
pretend to
think ive become.
"him."
you love "him."
yea, i know im an asshole.
but i really do love you.
love what you do for me,
what youve done for me.
i respect everything about you.
you taught me so many things.
and i owe you for all of this.
i hope flowers and a kiss
can repay my debt.
and if not... |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 11th, 2009|01:21 pm] |
time, persistent.
rushed.
time, none left to loose.
foggy head,
cant think straight.
dreamcatcher,
where have you taken my dreams?
friends calling,
i dont know how to comply.
why?
new year,
feels like a new life.
new year,
with a new set of eyes.
new year,
new fear.
rushed.
no time to elaborate,
collaborate,
create.
five day birthday.
what the fuck to do? |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2008|12:28 am] |
cat clawing at my window,
you teach me something i already i knew.
she doesnt please me,
it just aint that easy.
just to easy,
just to complacent.
just to simple,
and nice,
and never naughty enough.
i cant find the other half of the shell,
your right,
i didnt care to see you this week.
i want it all.
nothing simple ever satisfies.
why did i do this to you,
she never saw it coming. |
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| man eater |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|01:24 am] |
take a picture.
frame it.
post it on a bulletin board.
declare to your peers,
that you and this person are an "item"
no longer for sale.
look at a picture.
see a face
wrapping arms around
upon a lover.
look at a picture.
see the same face
wrapping the same arms around
upon a new lover,
each time
the same expression upon the face.
a still frame movie of infatuation,
persistence,
denial,
and rejection.
isn't it funny how,
how someone can need somebody.
how we,
how we hunt
for the shelter of another's bed.
and isn't it the saddest thing
what hunger can do to one's character.
straight from the frame to the flame.
a never ending cycle.
the widow eats her lovers,
and the picture remains the same. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|04:15 am] |
sexual pinata.
smirk of lust.
"man eater."
dreams.
strange revelations
about sexual situations.
placid timid unshaved.
stockings, costumes, pills, and heels.
striking contrast like in a negative photograph.
mojo?
i still work too much,
and fuck never enough.
love is still something i question.
attachment and co dependence seem the more rational terminology.
i thought today while emptying cash registers full of coins into sealed bags that i will never see again.
and every night i do this.
new coins.
new bags.
fear.
would she leave me?
why?
would i care?
would i leave her?
how do i keep her happy?
is she happy?
i work too much.
seal the bag.
new bag is now an old bag waiting for delivery. |
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| heating pizza by the slice in front of a gas powered,glass covered fireplace. |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
lifes not a race,
and if it was why would you want to be the first to the finish line?
if that were the case
hypothetically youd wish you were a snail, or if your lucky something even slower.
time off is time well spent.
lifes not a race,
so dont make it into one,
there isnt always a faster, efficient way,
there are only different ways.
knowing as many as you can is the only way.
breathe.
shut it off.
breathe.
turn it off,
that part of me that ceases to submit,
that fights to not sleep,
that kills to sleep in.
id like to slow down,
i need someone to slow me down,
but is she the one? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
work is a button pressed,
a gear shifted,
and a mind muted.
it is a sentence that is
routinely scheduled,
and regimentally dreaded.
a slow 8 hour asphyxiation of the soul.
a dog and pony show,
pissing contest,
high school discount shopper,
marathon.
regimentally dreaded,
routinely scheduled.
how is life spost to bloom
in the shaded cracks of employed pavement
we call a day off.
its a mystery and a travesty all in one.
no wonder the director shot himself. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|02:40 pm] |
lessons will shed their covers
on their own time.
stacking countless hours in boxes on the shelfs
of empty aisles will teach you nothing.
looking for answers to questions you haven't yet asked
will run you tired in circles.
confidence is hard to hire.
doubt is an easy vice to promote.
sometimes, like a leaf from a tree,
a gift will just fall into your lap.
sometimes a persons luck just like the seasons,
can change.
maybe that sometime is this time. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|10:45 am] |
i see myself today,
set apart from any other version of myself.
who is this?
is that me?
tragic it is,
to see how a dollar can change a person.
words account for nothing,
only words on paper count.
working hard,
is working foolishly
in the age of the machine.
in the age of bullshit we live in.
words account for nothing,
words on paper speak for days.
take your time off,
you deserve it.
monkeys will always throw shit,
and maybe that is why businessmen carry briefcases of paper to throw at people.
all we have is time for sale,
the people buying it are our enemies.
through written agreements and paper transactions
my free time becomes anothers,
and it becomes a sadder and sadder thing,
everyday after i punch that clock. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 8th, 2008|12:00 am] |
unattainable lips,
just one kiss,
has it ever been this precious
i have never payed attention to expiration dates so much.
a perfectly timed conversation.
doubt sprouts like mold on fresh fruit, spoiling the sale.
excuses,
schedules,
regret,
lies,
pills,
pot,
and sleep deprivation.
never been able to put a finger on it.
we all have time to sell,
money to spend.
money to spend,
bills to pay.
beds to fill,
with time better off spent. |
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