Poems and stuff...
So, I haven't posted any of my poetry lately, so here's some!
1.
4 Big Thoughts in One Evening
a)
I danced around our living room and sang so off key. I suppose I hoped someone might catch me. It's like when I was ten and faked a fatal injury so my weaknesses wouldn't get criticized. Instead I was hospitalized. The doctors wrote excuses for nine years, but now I'm free, and it freaks me out. It freaks me out.
b)
I'm trying to get back to good again, spiting original sin. I can't comprehend how giving birth gives copywrights. I can't imagine why umbilical chords stay wrapped so tight. When food flows through does soul too? Cause packing my things up felt just like God kicking me out. God kicked me out.
c)
Now half of me sits to eat while another half stands and cries. I know girls don't do the former, and boys never the latter, but still I do. You'd never know because I conceal my concerns with packs of 20-Class-A white lies. And while its killing me I only pray that I get to see you in your wedding dress. Maybe that will be bliss. Maybe some bliss...
d)
Maybe pretty will be the one disease I never catch, and I'll be fine with that. I am fine
2.
the hair on my head once extended
way out in a feminine way
I was in touch with that side
too much in touch
I got myself shaved
and now the hairs on my head are
shorter than the hairs down my abdomen
(its all shaved)
and now I look like a soldier boy they say
"sir, yes, sir!" I do
look manly all over my head
3.
gods are sitting in truckstops
debating chance over coffee (black)
and making eyes at the flies
but the flies have big ole' bug eyes
so they see more than god
and that's just the order of things
4.
you thought my body was so great
worth the price of some ghb in my beer
clear liquid to make me liquid-brained
in the hopes that you could f*ck me full of fear
f*ck that!
I ran so fast from you
you couldn't keep up mr. out-of-shape
so I could run far away
physically
but not mentally
how do you effect me still?
1.
4 Big Thoughts in One Evening
a)
I danced around our living room and sang so off key. I suppose I hoped someone might catch me. It's like when I was ten and faked a fatal injury so my weaknesses wouldn't get criticized. Instead I was hospitalized. The doctors wrote excuses for nine years, but now I'm free, and it freaks me out. It freaks me out.
b)
I'm trying to get back to good again, spiting original sin. I can't comprehend how giving birth gives copywrights. I can't imagine why umbilical chords stay wrapped so tight. When food flows through does soul too? Cause packing my things up felt just like God kicking me out. God kicked me out.
c)
Now half of me sits to eat while another half stands and cries. I know girls don't do the former, and boys never the latter, but still I do. You'd never know because I conceal my concerns with packs of 20-Class-A white lies. And while its killing me I only pray that I get to see you in your wedding dress. Maybe that will be bliss. Maybe some bliss...
d)
Maybe pretty will be the one disease I never catch, and I'll be fine with that. I am fine
2.
the hair on my head once extended
way out in a feminine way
I was in touch with that side
too much in touch
I got myself shaved
and now the hairs on my head are
shorter than the hairs down my abdomen
(its all shaved)
and now I look like a soldier boy they say
"sir, yes, sir!" I do
look manly all over my head
3.
gods are sitting in truckstops
debating chance over coffee (black)
and making eyes at the flies
but the flies have big ole' bug eyes
so they see more than god
and that's just the order of things
4.
you thought my body was so great
worth the price of some ghb in my beer
clear liquid to make me liquid-brained
in the hopes that you could f*ck me full of fear
f*ck that!
I ran so fast from you
you couldn't keep up mr. out-of-shape
so I could run far away
physically
but not mentally
how do you effect me still?