November 2009
7 posts
This Town
Everything about this town makes me miss you. Terrible, I know. You never loved me. Never would. But every foot, every inch, every centimeter is lined and traced with a memory of you. Its kind of interfering with my every day life. Well, only when I’m in this town, anyway. I thought I had gotten over you, when I moved. New place, new people, new relationships- I was so happy where I was....
5x4+2x4
I can write lines- Only five lines, Four syllables. Mother fucker, I just did it. (That didn’t make me a poet.)
8x8
I think poetry really sucks. there are so many freakin’ rules and you’re supposed to break them all- that’s what really gets me, you know? anything can be a poem, but I wish people didn’t just write fucking nonsense all the time. …fuck poetry, seriously.
(11x10)+13
You knowing I love you isn’t enough, not for me- I want, need you to feel it I want to yell it, scream it- shout it loud. I want to punch it right into your face I want to drive to your house and scare you, scream how much I love you at your doorstep only to watch you walk right past because, why did I even do that anyway? ‘Cause I love you, and I’m fucking crazy, and you are the...
love poem (5x12)
if I could just trace your face with my fingertips, say how much I love you with the prettiest words, hold you in my arms, and do nothing else, I would, but, sad to say, we live in the real world, my love. there’s no time to be spent on such frivolities.
questioning
You fight with the one you love, you fall asleep upset, crying, angry, resentful, with no response after 25 unanswered calls, 12 unanswered, angry texts, and you dream of someone else. You dream of him, your first love- you haven’t dreamt of him in so long, but it’s so real, your dream. He comes up to you, comes up close, shy and flirtatious, despite the fact that you’ve long...
You beg him to call you, you do it cause you miss him, you do it because life has not been good to you and you want him to make it better, you do it because you just want to hear, it’s okay, I love you, it’ll be better soon. You beg him to call you, you just want to be comforted, you just want to feel loved, but he doesn’t and you don’t get that call and you don’t...