poetry

Success I'll never grasp
A love I'll never find or notice
Maybe this is just a test

I know that I made you see the directionless slacker I made myself out to be.
You win. It doesn't matter.
I'm not gonna be there when you're gone.

we just got home to find
our old selves buried under the rubble
of the new, highly contented selves
the non-writing selves, sometimes
the ones who know how to look
beautifully down at some fourty year old child
curl up on him as a pillow and somehow con him out of
an expensive, notorious now non-illegal drink that doesn't really cause hallucinations.

i don't always know what to do or what to say, and i sometimes hate when i get what i want
i am not the perfect, shining thing you used to think i am
if my wishes for you were horses
a thousand angry beggars could storm a castle on thoroughbreds
i want to make you happy, even when i do not know what to do to do that
i try so hard to twist myself into the one you need me to be

you are beautiful, the soft lines of your face and the sorrow in your eyes
the way you love everything and everyone so much
that you would fight and die for creatures who barely know you exist

A poem that I wrote for English class not the greatest but I thought I'd share. Its rather long so remember to click the more button :D
Original: http://drop.io/6hryijn
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The Pirates

We traverse the Internet looking for torrents
Searching carefully through ThePirateBay(.com)
Downloading the entire collections of Metallica, Daft Punk & Nirvana
Sharing files with a click of a button
Going against the rules of the RIAA
Playing with fire but never being burned

The RIAA threatens few
Using large fines and court cases
Acting like a bully with too much power

i'm hungry, small, and waiting waiting oh so patiently waiting in my too much lipstick to try to apply for a job i don't really want at a mcdonald's resteraunt because something is still better than nothing, after all... i am reading the fairy tales at the end of the book crouched on something mechanical that pokes me through it's black leather covering and is meant to be a chair. snow white.

I wrote this last night

Lost & Found

Staring into darkness
Suffocating on existence

Blinded by sound
Deafened by light

it's too hot so i slog through the streets extra slow in my high heeled boots i have dragged out of my closet to teach my feet a lesson:
they are complaining because my new shoes dig into the backs of my feet and break the skin...
even when i wear my thickest black socks (gorgeous confectionary bobby socks dripping venice lace scallops like hearts, but also like spears... make a mental note that i need more of these when i get the money, they're too good.)the digging continues and the scabs turn black from the lint.

i am not the only one that told you this
you already knew it in other words
trying to morph into another you
trying to find the quickest way under my skin
you make me want to wear flowers in my hair
silk
and then detach blossoms from trees and eat them
and feed them to you in ice cream