

Blocked StruggleI struggle to wipe the fog from the mirror my fingers tracing shapes through the moisture and dew streaks of oil left by my touch only to be covered a second after air meets glassBlocked Struggle
I struggle to find the face
hidden beneath the surface
longing to be able to read into the eyes of my own sockets glaring past the melting droplets and dripping H20 my feet sticking to the cold, lifeless
tiles of the bathroom floor As I stand, searching for
Nakedness
only being protected by the thin yellow towel wrapped around my body's core.  


Reaching for Perfectionsmashed, cracked pieces of glass that just don't seem to interlockReaching for Perfection
like a jigsaw puzzle without a solution
halfway done and scattered across the kitchen floor
like overexposure on artist's film and
patches of white on colored paper
like missing threads from an unfinished dress
so it smashes and cracks itself once more.


Love Sonnet .5What's the use in writing a love sonnet? Filling up my blank pages with eloquent phrases stating moments of existence wrapped in tissue paper dipped in untruths I cannot compare thee to A summer day I cannot say with a straight face " I love you, You're perfect, Now Change" What's the use in writing a love sonnet? A novice in the world of literature Attempting to pull a Pierce Shelley Tossing in a Shakespearean quote coated in romantic imagery producing a poetic stance on a subject which life has not given me the chance to even catch one glimpLove Sonnet .5


Alphabet SoupSwallowing the wordsAlphabet Soup
in my Alphabet Soup Drenching each letter in tomato-based condensed vegetable goo Floating sentences turning into brain washed gibberish Slurping through nutritional emptiness sucking clean the bottom mayer piled with factory formed, process pressed cookie cutter shaoed noodles. Inhaling until the bowl is as dry as my mouth.
Devious Comments
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"je pense immédiatement à qui je vais offrir
l'image qui a bien voulu se laisser apprivoiser"
Robert Doisneau
I'M DANCING LIKE A MAD LOON IN THE CAFE CAUSE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!!
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"I have an ATM in my pants..."
-me...
Everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves, except you.
***92% of the teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy and paste this into your name.
So did you guys have a fun visit?
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almostAMAZING.com! Naturally SWEET with no sugar added...
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"I have an ATM in my pants..."
-me...
Everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves, except you.
***92% of the teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy and paste this into your name.
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