in every sense of every syllable,
I am the ignored society
at it’s very, very best.
Just because there’s one of me
doesn’t make me mute.
I’m a self-made piece of eurotrash –
left un-capitalized by false niceties
and an overabundances of
hyphens-dashes-dottedlines -
personal definitions/aspirations.
Longitude and latitude don’t come into play
in my definition.
I am an Atheist,
not an Existentialist, but close and admiring,
so I must sacrifice puppies
and blindly suffer through my life
just to go
straight to hell
[left un-capitalized by false niceties, etc.];
I have nothing to believe in
so I must be sarcastic,
sadistic, insensitive, silent.
Just because I’ve forgotten how to smile
doesn’t mean I have no one
who wants me to remember.
I am Depressed,
I am Female,
I am [obviously] Menstrual.
I don’t even have to go into this one,
or do I?
I am a Packrat
because I fall in love with objects,
old objects, vibrant in color;
fire-engine red water carriers,
teal blue gas lamps,
white stereo headphones and
mint green typewriters –
anything truly beautiful and
so not in my reality.
Just because I’m in the wrong decade
doesn’t mean I’m not ahead.
I am a Poet,
a crafter of words and complex
sentence equations.
An Editor, an aspiring Publisher –
a Wordsmith, a Music-smith –
I am Jailbait and a Figment
of your imagination.
Just because I’m your spawn
does not mean I’ll ever let myself
be anything like You.
Devious Comments
Phil is a friend of mine who said poems that don't rhyme are 'lazy' and I got offended.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
Most people think rhyming makes a poem and they're seriously idiotic for it.
No problem. I speak truth.
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If you saw a man drowning and you could either save him or photograph the event...what kind of film would you use?
One photo out of focus is a mistake, ten photos out of focus is an experimentation, one hundred photos out of focus is a style.
Everytime I come back your always just as active as when I left. Natural born artist
You need to fill me in. Hows life been treating you baby girl? Still taking writing classes in school?
Ever notice how much cold green tea from the tea bags taste like sweaty sock? Its.. normal you know... to know what sock taste like and all. Yeah
As for Phil, if I were more pro-active in taking actions against ignorance, I would attempt to tell him off myself. And yes, a very simple story. Thank you for that.
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Smiling to me, oh boy what can I do?
I just can say, "Salaam!"
Life is interesting right now. A debriefing!: still in love with my ex-girlfriend, have a new boyfriend who is mucho amazing and who I love many muchly. **nod nod** This brings up complicated emotions and whatnot and stress ensues. Rough summer but I'm happy a lot more now. Still in poetry/writing classes, I'm taking an AP test in May I believed to get into an Honors Composition Writing + Lit class, etc. Nothing all that exciting I'm afraid. =]
I'm hardly on dA anymore either, truthfully; I'll check once or twice a day and whenever I update this or ~the-passenger-seat I can be on for hours but man we used to be back and forth all day, you're right. Fuck getting lives man, dA is where it's at.
Tell me what's new, darling. Tell me something happy. Tell me something.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
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We are Unimatrix Corporation~
The composition/lit class sounds fun.
Sounds like your love life has been pretty active. I can imagin why though. Every time I go away for a while and sign back on your portrait photos are more beautiful than the last ones.
Yeah Ivy.. me and you could fill a phone book talking about our ''complicated emotions''. lol
I hope your boy friend is treating you as good as you deserve. Tell him if he doesnt theres a guy in maryland that will break his thumbs.
Nothing to exciting here. I've been working and recovering from my break up the best I can. Unfortunantly I havent really been keeping out of trouble and I don't have anyone to blame that on but myself but thats another long story.
Its great hearing from you Ivy. I wish there was an easier way to keep in touch but DA is simple enough for me I guess. I won't let it go as long as I did last time though. I missed you pal. Good luck with everything. Make sure you keep me updated baby girl. No more silence.
You crazy British people.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
The poetry writing class I'm in right now seriously bores me; I'm NOT by ANY means a racist person but seriously all my classmates online are black and seriously, seriously only care about their families, God, and cornbread/fried chicken. I love cornbread as much as anyone else but come on; every assignment doesn't need it in there. Everyone thinks I'm a Satanist bitch because I believe in nothing and Existentialism has nothing on my pessimism. People are lame.
I remember hearing about your girlfriend off and on, yes. Break ups are just... christ, two years is a long time. If you ever need to or want to or anything, you know how to reach me. I'd like to hear what happened. I like to listen.
I'll make sure my boyfriend gets that message, haha.
Trouble is no fun, man, we must have a chat. Note me when you get that chance?
I agree. No more silence. Promise me?
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.