Invisible

{ January 25, 2010 @ 11:48 am } · { Poetry, Uncategorized }
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How do I fit in, now that the world refuses to acknowledge my presense?

I was beat up.

All the time I get beat up,

and there’s pain everywhere, every time.

I’m a buffet table and everyone’s feasting on my ass.

They’re singing songs about the incredible shitstorms I’ve been through,

with a smile.

A smile. That’s what we need at times.

A fucking smile, in the face of the world’s practical jokes…

a fucking smile.

I would smile, but my teeth have been knocked out.

On my back, and the backs of people like me

the beautiful people of the world lives.

I’m tired.

I’m tired and hungry and angry.

Why would I want to fit in, after this?

This invisibility, this shit,

is my prison now. I rot from now on.

-I was just waiting for my shift to end.

Starfleet

{ January 25, 2010 @ 11:41 am } · { Poetry }
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I don’t do rock and roll like I used to

neither do they…

and I don’t feel it the way they used to make me…

and sadly, that’s my problem.

Monotone. Monotone.

Give my monologues a bone.

Think for me. At me.

Quiver as I do.

Touch me the way you used to.

No more fleeting rock and roll nights.

No more early morning fights.

Not like they used to.

Not like they were meant to.

-Drunk. Listening to a not so shitty rendition of “Smoke on Water” by the local “musicians”.

An Extra Inch

{ January 22, 2010 @ 8:06 am } · { Uncategorized }
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Always a sucker for a pretty face. That’s what I was for most of my life. I live for them, for whoever the love of my life was at that particular juncture. I couldn’t help it. I will never be able to help it. We all have our addictions, and sadly, mine had lovely long hair and a gaze that would imprison me far more effectively than any cell.

I am a lover, not a fighter.

… continue reading this entry.

Kept

{ November 5, 2009 @ 5:39 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Normal Like me is hard to be,

and I thank you for trying,

to be not you, slowly killing you, slowly dying.

You are loved in a sense you won’t see.

You are loved in a way I could never be.

 

In the dark with me, you survive,

yet you’ll never thrive,

I could never give you what you need to be alive.

So hold me, as we sleep, as we weep,

You are who I want and yet cannot keep.

 

-Same as the previous poem, “Last Bet”.

Last Bet

{ November 5, 2009 @ 5:35 pm } · { Poetry }
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This is the last set,

My last bet,

Stay calm my lovely pet.

Don’t worry, don’t fret,

I’ll be like I was, the day we first met.

My words meaning more in deep quiet,

Shuddering at the onset,

Screaming for my own debts,

My mind flowing like a faucet,

Caught up in my own net

Yeah, this is my final set…

 

The final droplet,

The last ride in my love jet.

- Written last night, the 4th of November, or was it the 5th already since i believe it was after midnight? I don’t know. Aplaya had this band that was so bad I just has to write distract myself. They played a mean version of  “Crazy Little Thing Callled Love” though.