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Monday, July 30, 2007

Thrift Shopping

rows of rainbows,
color coded
mountais of mark-downs
("Prices so low, you can't resist!")
Later at home, sore wrists
sensitive fintertips
flicking stapled tags away
exclaiming over money saved-
all these brand names
so inexpensive
later, silently pensive
memories of wanting,
not getting
watching you mother,
not letting
her buy what we don't need
"How much are these?"

I honestly didn't know how to wrap it up. I could've gone on and on, you know, but I wanted to make it somewhat short.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Flip Flop Fantastic

Flip flop fantastic
rubber band elastic
force me through the motions
but what I think
is never what I do
and I never said, "I love you."
so give me one last embrace
arsenic and lace
were never so refined
you could never see inside my mind
and I can't see through yours
opportunities are open doors
that are letting in the heat
so I stare at my feet
and turn away
another chance, another day
but with these
flip flop fantastic
rubber band elastic emotions
I never know when just the motions
just won't be enough
your skin's so smooth
but these choices are tough
and what I think has never been what I do
and I never said, "I love you."
so give me one last embrace
as I memorize your face
and walk away
(maybe another day)
and though it's never done or said
these things will crowd my head
but you see, I have these
flip flop fantastic
rubber band elastic emotions
and though I force myself through the motions
you should know
before I go
that what I think is never what I've gone to do
and I've never said, "I love you."

It sounds better when you say it out loud, like one big paragraph. I love the way it moves around my mouth~<3 Anyway, I wrote this a while ago, after reading this, a poem that Kylie Wilson (fellow MVA-er) wrote.
She draws, she writes, she sings- she does everything!

Thursday, July 26, 2007


Sometimes, when I can't sleep at night, I lay on my back and think of when you slept beside me, your breath stirring the rapid heartbeat inside me. I remember those few golden summer days, flying by in a reckless haze of teenage joy and pheremones. Now I'm sleeping all alone, since I never worked up the courage to say what we both know; I thought it would happen on its own. Of course, I was wrong. And because it's been so long, I just sigh and turn back on my side, wishing that I could always live in that night. And as I slowly slip into sleep, I start to dream that you dreamt of me.

Now I've gone and done it, haven't I? Angsty teenage love, when will it end? ... When I'm not a teenager. Then it'll just be angsty love.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007


"Another English assignment," she whined,
eyes squinting into the sun's harsh light.
"Maybe I'll go blind," she sighed,
"so I won't have to write."
I opened my mouth to agree,
but then she interrupted me,
(here she smiled,)
"I won't so I can."
I was struck dumb by her contradiction,
and in the manner of my tradition
remained silent,
letting my thoughts run on autopilot.
In the end, she didn't go blind,
and she did have to write.
That night,
I dreamt of sunlight.

I don't care what anyone thinks, the ending fits and I'm sticking to it. Just a little roundabout is all... I know I'm going to reuse the subject sunlight more than once, so I figure I should just give a quick warning to anyone who actually bothers to read this. Don't look at me like that, sunlight is one of the easiest things for me to write about now that I've decided to forego emo-esque poems. So nyah.

Sunday, July 22, 2007


"You don't rhyme,"
he whined,
eyes narrowing to a glaring line.
"I don't try,"
I sighed,
crossing my arms against the white lie.

I like it~<3

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


like a bar of lead
attached to my eyelids
heavy , thick, weighing me down
pressed against my face
like a down blanket
almost suffocating
widening my mouth to gulp in more air
slowly, drifting
to sleep

I wish.

Being an insomniac sucks.

Friday, July 13, 2007


"Thursday," she explained to me,
"is just an in-between day.
Wednesday is the center date,
and Friday's just before the
weekend." I wondered briefly
what had inspired her words, but
she continued before I
could ask. "That's why I really
like Thursday. You've never heard
it complain before, have you?"
Then she turned and looked at me,
straight into my eyes, smiling.
All I could do was agree.

I like this one, however simple it may be.
And yes, I know today is Friday.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


spread out facing towards the sun
darkening like solar panels
painted in shades of black and brown
for the sake of modern beauty

Don't know what I'm trying to get at, since I tan as well. Then again, I'm tan all year round.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007


Kinda emo-ish. That's all I really have to say, since this one just came to me all at once and poems that happen like that are usually going to look a whole lot less pretty in the morning after a nice cup of coffee. Anyways.
my heart is pounding, and every beat
takes me closer to the memories
that hurt so much to remember
so now I dismember
anybody's words and actions
and push them away before my reactions
grow too warm-
before my fingers conform
to yours.
So when you see how I ignore
your not-so-subtle advances,
please don't try again-
right now I don't want any more romances
one day I'll be ready, but don't ask when.

Monday, July 9, 2007


swirls of paint cover
the canvas, hoping
to obscure the sheet
of white nothingness.
so touch me with your
colors, caress me
with your vivid strokes
of life, the hues that
my eyes adhere to.
paint something for me,
and I'll be happy.

That's all, folks. Sorry, my creativity has already been vented on the canvas. This is all that's left :D

Sunday, July 8, 2007


Sorry! I know I'm trying to do this every day, but it's gonna be kinda hard now with my parents being complete asses.
Anywho, I tried to do some calm ones, just so I don't get any angrier than I am. Maybe they'll help you a bit, too.

open, breathe in, hold
stretch, pause, blow
whisper, whisper, then
start to breathe again

Short one, eh? Kinda helps, though.

try counting to ten
maybe twenty, if you want
you wouldn't want to break
something again.
stare straight ahead-
pretend you can't hear.
there's something in eyes, as well-
you can't see anything.
just clench your fists
imagine a heavy fog,
cool humid mists
let the tension dissolve

I don't know what to do with that one. I don't even know what it is.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007


"Let's just have some fun!
Aren't you leaving soon?"
Fireworks lit up the
silence, brightening
her smile and drowning
the sound of her laugh.
"Crack!, BOOM!" they exclaimed.
I just smiled, silent,
lifting my arms to
embrace the colors
painting the night sky.
I saw no need to
reply- the fireworks
had taken my words.

Happy fourth of July!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007


The canvas blooms into brilliant hues
of red and orange, and skies of blue.
When the air cracks and bites your tongue
like sweet mint candy when you were young-
these are the days
when summer fades
into covered skin
and warmth within
the comfort of one's own home.
Where the snow looks so alone
only until the children dress
and run to relieve their happiness
on the blank slate of frost,
and no matter how much heat is lost
to the hunger of cold
for now, they will never grow old
in the endless expanse of white.
Then the cover of night
will call them home,
bring back warmth to frozen toes
with hot chocolate to revive the nose.
Friends and family by the fire
serenaded by the radio's choir
and somewhere in their minds
they leave their troubles behind.
Peace on earth, good will to men-
every winter, over again.

Sunday, July 1, 2007


12 lines, 5 beats per
"How about we do
all this again soon?"
He messaged to me,
all innocently.
"Thump, thump," said my heart,
as if in reply.
"That's one place to start!"
she said as her eyes
shone so evilly,
when I was looking
for some sympathy.
How do I say, "No"?


[much later-
it was quite simple,
I just slapped his hand whenever he tried to make a move.]