skunk races.

this is the poetry section. i know how to do dividers now. all of these are mine unless otherwise indicated. i was going to add a new poem, but i'm too lazy to go upstairs and get it. so i will next time. i thought i would mention, though, that new poems will be added at the top so that you don't have to scroll down forever past what you've already read.





[example number one]
she walked into the building and asked me what was wrong,
even though i was perfectly happy.
i missed you and i missed the point,
but i was essentially happy.

[example number two]
i'm standing in a room feeling confined and staring at the floor.
she walked in and told me i was too melancholy.
she was wrong, but i let her drag me off into a proverbial sunset
and tie hemp around my arm.

[example number three]
she walked into the room where i had been waiting for her.
[she didn't know.]
she made me smile.
she made me forget that i'm not beautiful.
[there's mint green gum on my pants and i don't care.]
my stomach wrenched in the right way,
it's full of sparkles.





boycotting is always an option.

i hate the smell of counselling in the morning.
[turns my stomach]
all flowery and perfumed.
reminds me not to worry about my future
and that everything can always be masked with traditional happy substances.

kids are running out of paper and time in equalparts all around me.
[obsession and frustration abounds.]
inarticulate podium doesn't understand [begin].

unaware of existance.
worried about how everyone thinks all "teenagers" are obsessed with sex
[only unintelligent preps.]
guys calling eachother bitches.

miked-up paper crinkling.
hot bright lights.
claustrophobia.
one wasted panic attack.





still a nothing.

don't let me down.
dillusions of grandure.
i can't take this out on you.
[world's laregest conflict of interest.]
someone call in fox.
no matter how hard i try i couldn't pull the trigger.

this particular ending was supposed to be so much fun.
i won't let it be ruined by the 'hand of god.'
you think you're so 'representative'.
we don't want you here anymore.
[that simple.]

ggreen wall of china
i just want you to love me.
all i can ever make is mistakes.
pencils are more important. most important.

realize what you shatter.
NEVER STAND UP.
empty and direlict.
spent entire life being told not good enough.
thankyou.





disappointed the authority figures again.

this is the worst thing i've ever written.
blue-pink machetes appear to be falling from the sky.
for a reason unknown to me they are not hitting anything important. as i watch i can feel my own personal decay
caused by nothing in particular.
and i thin k about how nothing is caused by anything in particular.

i have a friend who suffers from permanent jet lag.
[something i have yet to experience that feels very white and blue to me, like an imac.]
she's become interminably prickly, like the classic peter rabbit briar patch.

styrofoam blows away before it has even genuinely been noticed.
ice cream has been overpriced.
i can feel the trap,
it's almost time to smell the imminent examinations.
[sweat pours down our faces.]

i can't see you through the sheet of glass between us
because i have forgotten how to listen.
[terrified kids using pulic transit in a big city.]


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