| Cinderella, She Seems So Easy
We danced as if no one existed and,
for a moment, no one did;
just you and me
and my two left feet
that tred on your toes all night long.
You laughed
and whispered "I'm fine" and I could not help
but wonder how many other feet had
stepped where I did, but your fingers pressed tighter
against the back of my neck and the thought passed
as we spun like tops with no real rhythm.
I tell you "it's close to midnight" and your steps start to falter
until you are letting go, moving towards the door
away from me.
I'm still dancing;
still left, right, left, left and you are walking
backwards to the base of the stairs,
turning at the first chime of the clock,
rushing for the door.
You left your glass slipper and took my beating heart.
I was just wondering if I could see you again. | |
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| One more sip
One more dip
One more trip
Just a little bit of lip
And I'm gone again
Once more Once more
And I'm gone again
One more flip
A taste of those nips
and a little lick of the whip
I can't take it
And I'm gone again
Once more Once more
I'm gone again
One more mix
One more fix
Ain't none of your trix
or I'm gone again
ya, I'm gone again | |
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| I wonder if I am worth it.
Could I be just for looks.
Am I just a mannequin?
Just for looks and no touch.
Just a lovely mannequin put out for all the boys to see.
I'm not real, just a fake pretty doll.
How nice.
Glad that I am just plastic and metal.
Cold metal with pretty clothes and a pretty face. - Location:h o m e
- Mood:aggravated
 - Music:Diva Lady * * * * The Divine Comedy
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| I waited in the parking lot
Shivered in the cold
Waited at the time that
I had been told
That curly black hair
Slowly fading to white
We haven't hugged in months
Mother, daughter, unite
Just a day together
See how the other's changed
Smiles to show
Love to exchange
Just a day...
We laugh, we share
Stories, moments, memories
Wishing the other had been there
Back to the parking lot
We hug, we cry
It's time now, Mom
To say goodbye
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|
| its a spell she spoke in her house made of gold
all too well i know her beauty that scolds
those who don't bow down to kiss her feet
i sway to and fro, head high but so discreet
i used to worship her for all she was
till i slipped and she turned hollow just because
i used to know her mind so well
now i cannot find the right words to tell
how great she is, she stands so tall
but i'm just the kid
who used to break her fall | |
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| Apologies: they seem as distant as the sun in all the needs warmth can give as your eyes draw farther away from mine, between the layers we love to hide of who would ever be right I feel a tug at my heart of wanting to say sorry for all I've done yet deep inside the pain I feel I can't grasp such a step when reality knows faults is not what this is.
You kindle a spark within my soul something so deep I don't even know it went off, a piece of myself I never realized you could see straight through as if I was a culprit to a crime you hold against me in those eyes, a graceful smile can't even cover the lie that something has been felt, I see the cracked lines kindness loves to open when there is no other way.
And in my silence of recognition that who I thought I was is not even close to my own mark I lose what is to feel and to be felt, and all I know is to hide- to fall away from the sky as reality hits like a frozen wind slashing at skin in mid-winter, a cold unable to thaw faith back into life.
These pieces we thought would connect,
have only broken each other down...
You found the part of me that crawls into it self before it dies, and signals a whirlwind of broken pieces that pierce deeper and deeper as time goes by, the me that isn't me but a stranger sitting among thorns with no idea they're even bleeding inside. I've discovered a darkness so thick that no matter how hard I tried you could never understand; the innocence faded as the world dissipates again.
I have lost in this actuality where strength isn't existent but painted in white, so lovely that my blackened soul can't touch it without tarnishing hope, and this is where apologies would flow, but there are no words, nothing left in this soul.
I lay in a field of grasses
in the middle of a place
where nothing can be found
and nothing is ever replaced,
the cold numbing
what I can't hold
inside this chest anymore,
feeling as if I finally escaped
as the world around me spins
then fades...-MM-11/27/09 | |
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| If, 2009
If you can keep your job while all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can keep a nest egg when all men suspect you
But make allowance in case that one is discovered too,
If you can make one heap of other peoples' savings
And risk it all in one turn of pitch and toss,
And lose it, (but keep your bonus), despite the crowd's ravings
And avoid the sack and dodge your gamble's loss
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of being a w**ker
Yours is an advisory post and all that comes with it
And - which is more - you'll be an investment banker! | |
|
| Hey, I'm leading a workshop for teen writers, and I've been trying to come up with a list of publications that focus on young poets -- generally, people 25 or under, although more specific ones (13 to 19, high school students only) would be great as well.
Do you guys know of any submissions-based journals, either online or in print, that meet these specifications? So far, I've found a couple, but they seem to be Canadian, and the group I'm working with is all American. (New York City, if that makes a difference.)
Any suggestions you guys have would be great -- these kids are really eager, and I want to show them that there are publication resources for people their age, too! | |
|
| Ben said,
"Well, you will be missed."
You will be missed my friend.
Even though I wasn't paying attention,
I know I witnessed every move you made.
And though I don't understand you at all,
I know exactly what you want.
And so you're leaving?
I didn't notice you packing bags
and giving things away.
I didn't hear your months of farewells,
or know that you had things lined up,
and in a row.
And so you're leaving.
Well, you will be missed.
You will be missed my friend.
An(n)ex
I didn't fall for your expiable charisma
I didn't fall for your broken bits and your lower case letters.
I didn't fall for your handle, or your handle on me.
I didn't fall for your insincerities and manipulations.
I didn't fall for your false modesty.
I didn't fall for your masked indifference.
I didn't fall for your bleeding heart.
I didn't fall for your insatiable stomach.
I didn't fall for that amber glint in your eye.
I didn't fall for that story you always tell.
I didn't fall for that line you pull.
I didn't fall for that.
I fell for you.
Evelyn
Why such an angry child?
The truth has found you--why must you hide from it--while
Beneath the billowing memories of your afternoon bed
You toss and turn and bump your foolish head
Why such a silly Eve?
Turning to spite, turning to leave
To run away with Failure; your oldest friend
He will soon age that pretty face instead
The Writer
Poised, you sit at your desk.
It's 9 am.
Isn't it time for your scheduled contemplation?
By 9:30 you are inspired,
By 10 it's time for tea.
No need for spontaneity, only dollar signs.
No need for spoons, only sugar.
With your education bookended between two Elizabeths,
you swallow your desperation,
you strike through your ruddy unconscious,
and you again choose a life of obscurity.
Pennsylvania
You picked at me like dirt beneath your nails.
You cut at me like a backhoe in the soil.
You pushed and pulled my growth like a rusty mower.
You screamed like a wild animal.
You kicked like an angry child.
But you were none of these things.
You are what holds them all together.
You are the rail that runs through you.
You're just a beautiful, frail, steely thing.
Like a distant, selfish lover.
Boats
When lips part, why do we?
Words become too much trouble.
When will they fall, instead of just hanging there, in the air?
When seas part?
Why do we?
Boats become too full and heavy to float.
But they never sink,
They just splinter apart. | |
|
| She struck up a familiar tune Boldly on my heartstrings The hands were different, New and strange She played in unfamiliar ways But I recognized the prelude And I knew what was to come As the first chord sang out in time I knew she was the one. ( ......... ) | |
|
| He once told me
The saddest part of a beer
Is the end
I've seen anger in his eyes
Down to his bruised knuckles
From a fight he didn't start
I've seen tears in his eyes
Only once
When his daddy died
I've seen hurt in his eyes
Many times, I've seen blood
But he won't dare submit to pain
I've seen pleasure in his eyes
And happiness
Though it seems a thousand miles past
I've seen confusion, compassion
My hands in his
My heart for the taking
I've seen heartbreak in his eyes
And I know
He's seen it in mine
He once told me
The saddest part of a beer
Is the end
| |
|
| Dinner Tables (part deux)
I love the sound of "a"s and "o"s
(The bullets passing past your nose)
Of bomb and bombshell-ridden streets
(The dirts and hurts besides your feets)
And not to skip or to forget
The rain and blood that, ever wet,
Can mold a man just like a cake
Left sunless skinless out to bake. - Location:Chinanana
- Mood:curious
 - Music:The Dear Hunter
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|
| 'The Rescue'
It is a well-kept secret until now
That a damsel in distress does not know how
To get home to her old kingdom
That a prince in deep slumber may not come
Instead a poet comes in his place
Drunk with the words without his way
He sings merrily and gets lost in the forest
Unaware that there, coming, is the tempest
He comes upon the tower
Rests his tired back upon its pyre
Now in his dreams, he wishes and desires
A pot full of hot potatoes and crimson wine
His hunger and thirst becomes him
From above comes the drop of what he wishes
And from above he sees the hands of a maiden
Without thinking quickly, he arises
Into the open window, he climbs
Unaware that inside there lies
A maiden locked away to grow old alone
They lock eyes and tilt their heads at a cocky tone | |
|
| there is something profound in
the clattering of spoons- a
secret order that pleases the mind.
i hold your hand, as you take lethal shots
desperate to give you my own life through
quiet whispers.
there is something in
the way you lie, your bare back unfazed
by the cold winter air.
i breathe on sleek skin, expecting to be able to
draw a heart in the fog,
like on a window,
but you come up blank.
there is something in the love
of no love. - Mood:sad
| |
|
| This is a song I made up. ----------------------------- You're a sight for sore eyes
Don't you know that it's true
My heart skips a beat
And my mouth feels like glue
Sewn together, can't make a clear thought
Come to mind, 'cause I just don't know
What I'd say to make you
Laugh or even cry
And I know these things about you
That are beautiful and crazy
But I guess that's why I like you
'Cause you make the world seem hazy
Like it doesn't even matter
If I fall over in public
You can just pick up the pieces
And simply say, "Fuck it."
And you like your coffee black
Which I suppose is pretty normal
But when you pass the cream and sugar
It's just so goddamn adorable
And you don't like loud noises
'Cause they make your head think
About things you've tried to forget
Things that make your heart sink And I've sat here for ages
Trying to come up with a song
That'll make you understand
What's been really going on
'Cause when I'm with you
It's just so fucking hard
To tell you a three-word truth
Oh God I'm talking too much. You love to play the guitar
And you're into Bob Dylan
And when I watch you play
It's my eyes that you're killin'
'Cause they're fighting back
What I'm feeling inside
And fuck, if you knew
I would have to run and hide
Seeing as I'm not the girl you want
Or one you'd even consider
And after we've hugged goodbye
I can't help but feel bitter
'Cause you said you want an average girl
But I'm so fucking insane
And I will never comprehend
Why you'd want someone who's plain
Someone who'll want to fix you
Instead of loving what they have
While I wish I could relive
That short time in the past
When I kissed you, and you kissed me back And I've sat here for ages
Trying to come up with the words
That'll tell you everything
That I should've hidden, sealed or burned
But there's no turning back
I've sown my poison and now
I'll be waiting for you
To change your mind somehow I am skin and I am bones
I am rocks and I am stones
I am dirt and I am air
I am nothing, I am not there
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing
Why can't I be something
To you? | |
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| Lazarus Emotion
Every time it ends It ends so deeply So cold and crushing We cannot see the bottom So soon, there is No up, No down No light above Immobilised Crushed Stripped of volition Overcome by pressures We cannot withstand Let alone fight Though strike out we do In futile hope
Or habit | |
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|
Rain.
Singing Me. Voicing Soul's song. Wind.
Be the strength that I don't have. Pounding. Impotent. But heard. If only by me. Take a Mind.
Wring it out like a sponge. Take Trust.
Deceive it. Then laugh. Take a Heart.
Cut round it. Twist it like an apple. Take Love.
Make a contract only you can change on a whim. Take Guts.
Turn like spaghetti on a fork. Repeat. Drain my blood.
Make black pudding. Make me watch myself eat it. I won't cry. I can't cry. I dare not cry. This hollow shape is a keg of tears. A pottery soldier. Will not. Cannot. Dare not crack. Repaired. Patch over patch over patch. Over patch. Have to. Or else Cry into Eternity.
| |
|
| The table is full;
The chairs expectant.
The spoons spoon with their knives,
Beside the hungry open mouthed plates.
We are laughing and happy.
The kids rush here and there.
We are grateful and mindful of luck
and know we soon will be groaning too full.
And there is a seat at the table for you.
We are glad you are at peace.
But your absence is present.
And we miss you.
Safe travels through the Bardos.
May you rest there
And in our hearts.
Where, always there is seat at the table. - Mood:melancholy
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|
| My eyes were leaking tears And yet my lips were cracked and dry. My hands - they shook, my fingers were clenched And my nails made half-moons in the soft palm of my hand. My heart sped up. Slowed down. Head pounding, breath short, You took me by surprise, You see.. .. I Thought You Loved Me.. | |
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| Cam Paign
One more ~ Pulled back Lord
Please try not to think so Hard
Tribal Fears ~ in those Eyes
Round to another ~ Then come true
Flippin' Nonsense Creatures
I need to know how committed
Over Flowing Glasses of Wine
Dappled Light ~ Sweet Sunshine
I need to know ~ how committed
Or who in there ~ is in charge
Its not a matter of Life & Death
Just Snakes ~ in ~ your ~ hair
Hitchin' a Ride ~ Whisper in your Ear
Give a little Nip ~ Then they Disappear
Do a Whirl, Do a Dance
Set out on a Long ~ Cam ~ Paign
Just scared little Indians
Emotionally Constrained
Fathers Guilty World ~ Shoulders Stained
I cried when i wrote this song
So Please Feel Free To Cry Along
Tender Hearted Misery
Tears Reveal Clarity
My Clothes are Dirty
My Feet are Numb
But I'm still Breathin' so Sing Along
I You In Tune
I You In Tune
I You In Tune
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One More ~ Pulled Back Lord
Please Try not to think so hard
Tribal Fears ~ In those eyes
Round to another ~ then cum twue
Hitchin' a Ride ~ Whisper in your Ear
Give a little Nip ~ then they Disappear
Do a Whirl ~ Do a Dance
Set out on a ~ Long ~ Cam ~ Paign ~~~~~
I You In Tune
I You In Tune
I You In Tune | |
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| Red wine is for fun.
>No doubt, no doubt.
Red wine is bursting and giddy.
>It blossoms with excess.
It’s for the celebration,
>and the deep conversation,
to bloom like an expanding bubble.
>To take the weight off your feet,
like a snug dog in the stomach.
>Red wine is for fun.
No doubt, no doubt.
And whisky is for pain.
>You pour it on wounds,
spiky on the tongue
>which’ll jut like live-wire
>Knock it back!
>Knock it back!
Like a crack in the jaw.
>Then let it singe down like fire,
and let it burn,
>burn like the hate you have for you,
let it rot there like evil-sown in the stomach;
>let it rot you fucker. | |
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| Well, farewell my darling, farewell
See our world becoming sharp and shallow.
An empty can, a piece of oyster shell
A broken lantern shrinking in the shadows.
See our world collapsing with a smile
Of happiness and let it be that nasty.
A pierced balloon may hover for a while
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