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Monthly Archives: March 2013

I am not going to sell you
I don’t want your money
What I would love is your life
What I can purchase is your future
I’m willing to buy your energy and incorporate it into a “new source”
I want to keep you going,
make you die hard in my retail
Work you to a corpse
and feed you to the consumer
With a smile,
might I add,
and thank you for shopping
Bagged and out of this world
You are my alien
Are you satisfied with my service
Proud to be my slave
Do you love the free world
Still without insured
Second rate checks are your greatest achievements
Dying to live
you end on my line
Failing under my watch
I bury you in unwanted inventory
and forget you like yesterdays brunch

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I wrote this for a class project but ended up changing my mind about it. I was trying to focus on body image and esteem or what have you.

In my skin are the words I never said
Naked my mind becomes the nudist
Images scatter across my body’s canvas painting words of the wicked
In my conscience repeating “You are never what you wish to be
Empty
You become a vase of pain forced through space
You align on your axis and orbit the laughter
Your knees screaming from the scars of your fall leaving you to never rise again”
Exposed skin tugs on the bones of my closet
Pulling the past into the present we are no longer separate
Repression is inevitable
Realism brings forth nightmares and becomes a reality
Ideally you dream when you’re asleep but my screams are too loud for me to keep them in REM
Speaking into existence
Forces reside within me
Pushing the madness away from my lips
It cries into the darkness
Begging for a smile
Whispering with one last breath
Someone come and save my life
Slipping through asylums filled with black holes
I split in two
She slides away from existence
Moving closer to the edge
fairies began to dance in her head
Taunting her
They lead her down a path of broken glass
Digging into her heels it forms a barrier
Covering the tracks behind her
She’s lost in the fairy tale
Hiding in trees they fade
Falling through a wonderland of misshapen kings
They taunt her and then me
Throwing stones too large for my sieve
Bruising my ego and crumpling me like paper
They trash my being
So that I fall into an empty space
Suffocating in the atmosphere
Burning under the abandoned pressure
I continue to disintegrate
While my ashes dissolve into the sun

I was thinking about the drink, Tequila Sunrise and it inspired me to write this poem. If you’re curious about how to make a Tequila Sunrise, this is the recipe:

1.5fl oz tequila
3/4 cups orange juice (or to taste)
2 dashes of grenadine syrup
Ice (optional)

And now for the poem:

You can make the sunrise
Tequila and faux sunshine
Orange and red bloodlines
Layered from gravitational pulls
Marked with beastly eyes of the bull
El Toro staring you down
Smoke flaring from it’s nostrils
Suffocating you with fear
You drown
Squeezing your life
Executing your desire
Leaving it in a gas chamber
Seeping into the ceiling
Your essence
Noosed and hanging onto a lethal injection
Left until you go limp
And you fall into a grenadine river
Sticking to forgotten memories
Red clinging to what’s left of you
Regurgitating what you used to be
Blacking out what you’ve become
You die in thickened waters
And awaken to repeat your fate

Let everything that have breath fall into space
Let the breadth of an object be squeezed away from it
Allow lungs to collapse upon themselves
Let the blood flow from your fingertips
Eyes rolling back into the past
Life flashing as you gasp for air
Allow your heart to beat
Pounding against your chest
Afraid that suffocation will be the last thing you will ever feel
Ignore the touch as you explode
Pain filled skies watching
surrounding you
Waiting for your next move
The move that is impervious to your being
Forced to lie still
Screaming behind veiled eyes
Screeching so loud and no one hears it
Allow your heart to explode
Vomit the blood of your past
Free your mind of the present
Relinquish your thoughts and your very being
Evaporate
As you float through space

we explode into a bigger universe
Black holes engulf previous worlds
Enticingly they whirl
Spinning out of control with spikes of planes and aliens of earth shattering the stratosphere
And we bleed
We loose the blood of our past and the life of our present
It trickles and traces continents of lies and lives
Of the riches
Providing metal for the masses and a medal for your honor
And mine
Awards you never deserved nor I because we never fought for our existence
We shed tears of our fate that was defined before our time
Scripted we’d weep in bed and beg for new light
Screaming at the top of our lungs “this is all we’re good for”
We’ve lived and lived and died before the end
We were dead before it stopped
Dead before the drop of a pen it was destined
Deserved and we never saw it coming
blind we hid in the corners and attached ourself to the stage
This is who you are
This is your life
Trapped in the never dead
We are zombified
Our zombie life made easy
We are mummified
Wrapped in the past we are history
Old from day one our news was never heard
Placed to the back of a never ending magazine
The news remained old
And we remember
We remember the life that was painfully repeated
Hanging on to the spikes of the world
Our eyes travel through space
Blood falling into the atmosphere
Pressure building until we
Explode
Traveling through the time continuum
Our minds shatter
And we
Our life
Our past
Our pain
Our hate
And we
In death
Are free

Pure
White
Cold
Sending shivers through your body
Pulling on your mind
Stealing your finger tips
Making you numb
Beautifully written
Cleanly clinging to everything it touches
Breathe
Lightly dusting your chest
Kissing your eyes
Building itself up from the sky to the ground
Where
It becomes tainted
Stained and stepped on
Disgraced it clumps together
Purity fades to dark brown
And black

I wrote this on my way to the bank not long ago. It was snowing pretty heavy and that inspired me to write a poem about it. I wrote it on my phone (as usual) while I waited for the bus. I can’t seem to decide where to take it from here or if it’s actually done and fine as is….hmmmm

Next to green beer, this a great St. Patty’s Day drink. It’s also really east to make.

All you need is:

1.5 oz of Blue Curacao
1 oz Tequila
Orange juice to taste
Ice (optional)

I prefer no ice in my drinks but I have to say it is wonderful.

I have lost track of how many times I have tried to maintain a blog. I find this to be a very difficult process; rather(whether) I just don’t have the discipline to do this successfully.

Whatever the case, I have decided to try again. I’m going to use this for my writing, arts or whatever’s on my mind. If you’ve ever wondered about the type of stuff I wrote about, this would be a good time to check out my blog; it’s perfect because this way I can get the feedback I need/want/desire/musthavebeforeIdie. Plus, I just discovered a WordPress app so I quickly downloaded that and now I can blog easily from my phone, which is where I do a lot of my writing anyway.

My main goal here is feedback. I just want to have my work read over/looked at and find ways to improve it. In other words, I LOVE criticism and would appreciate it greatly.

I knocked this out after listening to Blues Traveler on repeat. As of right now, it’s unedited and possibly incomplete; I haven’t decided yet but I wanted to get some feedback on it ­čÖé

Follow through all hell in high heavens

Continuing to the depths of a dreary essence

Raining on burning fires

Trying to ignite a flame

Stab through the lightened skies of a painful headache

Migraines migrating through personable stones

Follow through holes created to engorge

Continue and be snowed upon

Remain covered by its heaviness

Collapse the lungs

Breadth is invisible

Breath is impossible

Crawl from the sunken cave

Emerge

Travel through time

Follow through all hell in high heavens

Because the hurt brings you back

Swallowing your very being

Engulfing your mind and controlling your motions

Feasting on your eyesight

Blinding your sanity

Destroying your ability to think

Manifesting your life

Mindfully

Politely remembering

You were dead before the torture started