CHECK THAT SHIT OUTTT
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
I LOVE DANI.
FUN. GORGEOUS. GREAT SMILE. AND JUST A LITTLE BIT CRAAZY.
DANI.
SHE'S THE SUN TO MY MOON
THE ICE CUBE TO MY FANTA
THE SMILE ON MY FACE.
SHE PUTS THIS HUGE GRIN ON ME
BUT SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY.
SHE LAUGHS ABOUT HOW I'M TOO SHORT
BUT THAT'S CAUSE SHE WISHES SHE WAS 5 FEET.
UHH. THAT'S ALL I GOTT. VOTE FOR DANI FOR MOST AWESOME PERSON.
DANI.
SHE'S THE SUN TO MY MOON
THE ICE CUBE TO MY FANTA
THE SMILE ON MY FACE.
SHE PUTS THIS HUGE GRIN ON ME
BUT SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY.
SHE LAUGHS ABOUT HOW I'M TOO SHORT
BUT THAT'S CAUSE SHE WISHES SHE WAS 5 FEET.
UHH. THAT'S ALL I GOTT. VOTE FOR DANI FOR MOST AWESOME PERSON.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
OKAY SO I WRITE ALL MY STUFF IN NOTEPAD CAUSE MY NETBOOK DOESN'T HAVE WORD. AND IT FUCKING PISSES ME OFF WHEN I REVIEW MY POEMS OR SHIT ONCE AND THEN POST IT, THEN LOOK OVER A CERTAIN SECTION RANDOMLY AND SEE THAT I MISSPELLED WORDS. SO MY APOLOGIES. STUPID FUCKING NOTEPAD. LATE.
We Missed Out
WE MISSED OUT
ON SOMETHING
SOMETHING THAT COULD'VE BEEN BETTER
THAN WHAT IT IS RIGHT NOW
YOU LIKED ME
AND I FELL,SPEECHLESS.
I COULDN'T FATHOM, COULDN'T IMAGINE.
WHAT YOU SAW IN ME.
THIS ASIAN KID THAT PLAYS TOO MANY VIDEO GAMES.
THAT READS MANGA AND TALKS TO HIMSELF TO SOLVE PORBLEMS.
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN HIM. WHAT ATTRACTED YOU TO HIM.
LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. A CRIPPLED MOTH. IT TOOK TIME.
THE FLAME KEPT BECKONING, KEPT RECKONING.
STILL THE MOTH LEANED ON IT'S CRUTCHES.
WAITING.
UNTIL ONE DAY, THE FLAME HAD BEEN TOO MUCH FOR THE MOTH.
AND THE MOTH WAS DRAWN.
BUT BY THE TIME THE MOTH HAD FLOWN IT'S CRIPPLED WINGS OVER TO THE FLAME,
THE FLAME WAS WITHERING OUT. BUT THE MOTH. OH THE BEAUTIFUL MOTH.
SHE WAS STILL LOOKING FOR THAT FLAME. THAT BRIGHT SHIING GLOW THAT HAD PULLED AT HER.
THE FLAME THAT HAD BECKONED HER.
SHE WAITED FOR A LONG TIME.
AFTER A WHILE, THE MOTH FLEW AWAY.
CONVINCED.
THAT THE FLAME WOULD NEVER RETURN.
BUT THE FLAME DID. A LITTLE TINY ONE.
AND ALTHOUGH THE FLAME DOESN'T LIKE HER THE WAY HE DID BEFORE.
HE STILL HOLDS A SOFTSPOT FOR HER.
ON SOMETHING
SOMETHING THAT COULD'VE BEEN BETTER
THAN WHAT IT IS RIGHT NOW
YOU LIKED ME
AND I FELL,SPEECHLESS.
I COULDN'T FATHOM, COULDN'T IMAGINE.
WHAT YOU SAW IN ME.
THIS ASIAN KID THAT PLAYS TOO MANY VIDEO GAMES.
THAT READS MANGA AND TALKS TO HIMSELF TO SOLVE PORBLEMS.
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN HIM. WHAT ATTRACTED YOU TO HIM.
LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. A CRIPPLED MOTH. IT TOOK TIME.
THE FLAME KEPT BECKONING, KEPT RECKONING.
STILL THE MOTH LEANED ON IT'S CRUTCHES.
WAITING.
UNTIL ONE DAY, THE FLAME HAD BEEN TOO MUCH FOR THE MOTH.
AND THE MOTH WAS DRAWN.
BUT BY THE TIME THE MOTH HAD FLOWN IT'S CRIPPLED WINGS OVER TO THE FLAME,
THE FLAME WAS WITHERING OUT. BUT THE MOTH. OH THE BEAUTIFUL MOTH.
SHE WAS STILL LOOKING FOR THAT FLAME. THAT BRIGHT SHIING GLOW THAT HAD PULLED AT HER.
THE FLAME THAT HAD BECKONED HER.
SHE WAITED FOR A LONG TIME.
AFTER A WHILE, THE MOTH FLEW AWAY.
CONVINCED.
THAT THE FLAME WOULD NEVER RETURN.
BUT THE FLAME DID. A LITTLE TINY ONE.
AND ALTHOUGH THE FLAME DOESN'T LIKE HER THE WAY HE DID BEFORE.
HE STILL HOLDS A SOFTSPOT FOR HER.
a little flicker of light.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
RAIN. FOR SAV.
rAIN. FOR SAV.
I DONT SEE ANYTHING IN THE DECEMBER NIGHT.
I STARE OUT THE WINDOW. THE RAIN IS THROWN INTO MY FACE
AS IF IT'S SAYING:
SCREW YOU AND ALL THAT YOU ARE.
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE IN THIS WORLD.
EVERYONE LOOKS DOWN ON YOU.
I TURN AWAY FROM THE WATER FROM THE HEAVENS.
AND THINK ABOUT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE UP THERE.
BUT IT'S ONLY A FANTASY.
I BELONG SOMEWHERE ELSE.
I WALK OUTSIDE, BAREFOOTED AND ONLY A SHIRT AND SKINNY JEANS.
I WALD DOWN THE STREET.
I LET MY UNGUARDED FEET STEP ON ROCKS, PEBBLES.
THE COLD FEELS GOOD ON MY SKIN;A NEVERENDING SHOWER.
IT SOAKS EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I LEAVE A TRAIL OF CRIMSON DOWN THE SIDEWALK.
I END UP AT THE PLAYGROUND.
SLIDES, PLAY STRUCTURES, MONKEY BARS.
AND THE SWINGS
I SIT IN ONE.
BUT THE RAIN. IT'S NOT JUST SPRINKLING.
IT'S POURING.
AS IF A DAM HAD SUDDENLY BROKE AND RELEASED ALL THE WATER IT COULD EVER HOLD.
I SIT IN THE SWING. I LOOK DOWN AT MY BLOODY FEET.
PEBBLES JUT OUT OF EVERY CORNER.
THE COLD RAIN FEELS GOOD ON MY OPEN WOUNDS;
WASHING THEM, CLEANSING THEM.
I START TO SHIVER. THE BLUE WORLD STARTS TO SWAY IN FRONT OF ME.
I AM SHORT OF BREATH.
A SMILE APPEARS ON MY FACE;
THE FIRST TIME IN 3 MONTHS.
NOT GRINNING AT THE RAIN,
NOT AT MY 20/140 VISION.
BUT THE FACT THAT NATURE WILL TAKE MY LIFE.
EVEN THOUGH I PLANNED TO THE SAME NIGHT.
RAIN. BEAUTIFUL. WET. A MURDERER.
I DONT SEE ANYTHING IN THE DECEMBER NIGHT.
I STARE OUT THE WINDOW. THE RAIN IS THROWN INTO MY FACE
AS IF IT'S SAYING:
SCREW YOU AND ALL THAT YOU ARE.
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE IN THIS WORLD.
EVERYONE LOOKS DOWN ON YOU.
I TURN AWAY FROM THE WATER FROM THE HEAVENS.
AND THINK ABOUT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE UP THERE.
BUT IT'S ONLY A FANTASY.
I BELONG SOMEWHERE ELSE.
I WALK OUTSIDE, BAREFOOTED AND ONLY A SHIRT AND SKINNY JEANS.
I WALD DOWN THE STREET.
I LET MY UNGUARDED FEET STEP ON ROCKS, PEBBLES.
THE COLD FEELS GOOD ON MY SKIN;A NEVERENDING SHOWER.
IT SOAKS EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I LEAVE A TRAIL OF CRIMSON DOWN THE SIDEWALK.
I END UP AT THE PLAYGROUND.
SLIDES, PLAY STRUCTURES, MONKEY BARS.
AND THE SWINGS
I SIT IN ONE.
BUT THE RAIN. IT'S NOT JUST SPRINKLING.
IT'S POURING.
AS IF A DAM HAD SUDDENLY BROKE AND RELEASED ALL THE WATER IT COULD EVER HOLD.
I SIT IN THE SWING. I LOOK DOWN AT MY BLOODY FEET.
PEBBLES JUT OUT OF EVERY CORNER.
THE COLD RAIN FEELS GOOD ON MY OPEN WOUNDS;
WASHING THEM, CLEANSING THEM.
I START TO SHIVER. THE BLUE WORLD STARTS TO SWAY IN FRONT OF ME.
I AM SHORT OF BREATH.
A SMILE APPEARS ON MY FACE;
THE FIRST TIME IN 3 MONTHS.
NOT GRINNING AT THE RAIN,
NOT AT MY 20/140 VISION.
BUT THE FACT THAT NATURE WILL TAKE MY LIFE.
EVEN THOUGH I PLANNED TO THE SAME NIGHT.
RAIN. BEAUTIFUL. WET. A MURDERER.
The Boy Whose Head Had Split Open
SHE WALKS PAST ME.
LONG BLACK HAIR FLOWING IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
SHE DOESN'T SEE ME;
A BOY OF THE SAME HEIGHT.
EVERYDAY SHE WALKS RIGHT PAST.
DOESN'T TAKE A SINGLE LOOK.
MONTHS LATER, SHE'S STILL SWIMMING IN MY HEAD
OCCUPYPING ALMOST EVERY CORNER OF MY MIND.
AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT.
THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR HER FLOW FREELY, SOON TAKING OVER.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
NO ONE WOULD EVEN LAY THIER EYES ON ME.
I WAS MADE FOR NOTHING. GOD MADE ME CAUSE HE WAS BORED.
I DESERVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD.
NOTHING SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ME.
I'LL GROW OLD AND ALONE AND DIE ALONE.
A BITTER MAN WITH A WALKER
AND NUMEROUS BOTTLES OF PILLS.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
SO FAR IN OVER MY HEAD IN FACT
I SOON FALL FLAT ON MY FOREHEAD.
MY HEAD SPLIT OPENS
AND THE JANITOR IS TOLD TO CLEAN UP THE MESS IN ROOM 636.
ONCE INSIDE, THE JANITOR SEES THE MESS THE BOY HAD MADE.
ONLY A SMALL POOL OF BLOOD SURROUNDS HIS NECK.
THEN THE FEELINGS AND FANTASIES START FLOWING OUT.
THE DREAMS OF HOLDING HER HAND.
DANCING WITH HER.
KISSING HER.
AND THE JANITOR,STARTS TO SEE WHAT FEELINGS THE BOY HAD FOR THE GIRL IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
AND ON SIGHT SHE STARTS GIGGLING. A LITTLE BIT OF LAUGHTER.
UNTIL IT MUTATES INTO A FIT OF GIGGLES
INTO A GUFFAW. SHE'S CLUTCHING HER STOMACH BECAUSE IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTSSHEFEELSASTHOUGHSHESGONNABURST.
HER LAUGHTER FILLS THE WHOLE SCHOOL:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
LONG BLACK HAIR FLOWING IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
SHE DOESN'T SEE ME;
A BOY OF THE SAME HEIGHT.
EVERYDAY SHE WALKS RIGHT PAST.
DOESN'T TAKE A SINGLE LOOK.
MONTHS LATER, SHE'S STILL SWIMMING IN MY HEAD
OCCUPYPING ALMOST EVERY CORNER OF MY MIND.
AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT.
THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR HER FLOW FREELY, SOON TAKING OVER.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
NO ONE WOULD EVEN LAY THIER EYES ON ME.
I WAS MADE FOR NOTHING. GOD MADE ME CAUSE HE WAS BORED.
I DESERVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN THIS WORLD.
NOTHING SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ME.
I'LL GROW OLD AND ALONE AND DIE ALONE.
A BITTER MAN WITH A WALKER
AND NUMEROUS BOTTLES OF PILLS.
BUT SOON I REALIZE THAT I AM IN WAY OVER MY HEAD.
SO FAR IN OVER MY HEAD IN FACT
I SOON FALL FLAT ON MY FOREHEAD.
MY HEAD SPLIT OPENS
AND THE JANITOR IS TOLD TO CLEAN UP THE MESS IN ROOM 636.
ONCE INSIDE, THE JANITOR SEES THE MESS THE BOY HAD MADE.
ONLY A SMALL POOL OF BLOOD SURROUNDS HIS NECK.
THEN THE FEELINGS AND FANTASIES START FLOWING OUT.
THE DREAMS OF HOLDING HER HAND.
DANCING WITH HER.
KISSING HER.
AND THE JANITOR,STARTS TO SEE WHAT FEELINGS THE BOY HAD FOR THE GIRL IN THE OCTOBER WIND.
AND ON SIGHT SHE STARTS GIGGLING. A LITTLE BIT OF LAUGHTER.
UNTIL IT MUTATES INTO A FIT OF GIGGLES
INTO A GUFFAW. SHE'S CLUTCHING HER STOMACH BECAUSE IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTSSHEFEELSASTHOUGHSHESGONNABURST.
HER LAUGHTER FILLS THE WHOLE SCHOOL:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
SHE CRIES "OH MY GOD!"
AND SHE LAUGHS THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH.
UNTIL HER HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT.
SHE TOO HAD DIED IN THE ROOM.
BECAUSE THE BOY WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD A CHANCE WITH THE GIRL WITH THE LONG FLOWING BLACK HAIR.
THE FUNERAL;NO ONE CAME.
BUT THE PRIEST AND HIS ALTAR BOY.
WITH NOTHING MORE THAN A QUICK BLESSING.
THEY CART OFF THE BOY. THE BOY WHOSE HAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
THEY PUT HIS BODY IN A WOODEN COFFIN. INTO AN OVEN.
HE'S CREMATED. HIS ASHES THROWN INTO THE WIND.
THE BOY WHOSE HEAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
HIS FEELINGS LIKE A FLOOD.
AND HIS HEAD THE DAM.
UNTIL HER HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT.
SHE TOO HAD DIED IN THE ROOM.
BECAUSE THE BOY WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD A CHANCE WITH THE GIRL WITH THE LONG FLOWING BLACK HAIR.
THE FUNERAL;NO ONE CAME.
BUT THE PRIEST AND HIS ALTAR BOY.
WITH NOTHING MORE THAN A QUICK BLESSING.
THEY CART OFF THE BOY. THE BOY WHOSE HAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
THEY PUT HIS BODY IN A WOODEN COFFIN. INTO AN OVEN.
HE'S CREMATED. HIS ASHES THROWN INTO THE WIND.
THE BOY WHOSE HEAD HAD SPLIT OPEN.
HIS FEELINGS LIKE A FLOOD.
AND HIS HEAD THE DAM.
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