remember when i use to write poetry?

[theschoolgirl]

sometimes i think
i'm a negative of a person
and all other human beings
are absolute (filmed in,) positive-

"can i take your picture, Miss?"
the round
perspirated
balding man
asks with such passion-
how can i deny him his art,
his life request?

Meanwhile, i'm throwing
up last nights conversation
(more like blows than
words exchanged)
so help me out with this vomit
take your share of it.

I suppose i could be a vine-
but the loneliness,
you have no idea,
how infinite, how cutting;
a scalpel inching it's way across the front lawn,
and travelling down your thigh.

God, I think going to
bed with him is terrible
It's the mechanical come back;
robot, steel framed
machine-like
motioned
Adultry,
that bothers me more than anything.

oh look!
here comes father
with a hole in his hand
pruning away the infidelity

as long as i remain
you swore;
the fruit would come.

haha wow i suuuuuuuuck now.