Thanksgiving

My heart reaches further than my arms can stretch
Because you taste like the life in so many of the songs I love
But the fantasy is enough to make me happy
When the reality is out of touch...
...for now at least ;)

Two Short Poems

blood gushing from vag
it doesn't seem very fair
i miss you aunt flo

cover your fat mouth
when you cough, you fucking tard
you make me feel ill.

thank you.

i knew something smelled fishy

it turns out she has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend

She actually just said, "Ooooh, look at THIS! Dole makes blueberries and raspberries and you can just freeze them, in your freezer! That's new!!"

To which I had to reply: "We have frozen blueberries in the freezer right now. They're not new. Frozen food is NOT new."

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE ADS IN THE PAPER. SHUUUUUTTTT UPPPPPP

Anti-Action Adiction

There is a reason it's no fun to hang around people who are depressed all the time; it's because it's fucking depressing. So it's no wonder when I feel like this I want to kill myself -- I don't even want to hang out with myself. So in the future just remember you have the choice of being depressed for no reason and being happy for no reason. One might be dumb, but it's better than the alternative. So buck the fuck up camper.

fuck everything sometimes. i just feel so on my own. i don't know if that's good or bad yet. it feels like my life's peeling like an onion. i want to write songs like jackson browne and pass back a bottle of run back and forth all night. i hardly even drink anymore. that's okay. it all seems so difficult but i don't think it ever changes. upper or downer?

sometimes when I'm laying in bed at night and I hear a certain song, I miss you. But I thank God that when that song plays, I have no good memories to associate it with. you're little more than a piece of my past.

Oh You're Welcome

Glad to turn you on
Find your old books, there's reason
She's called DICKinson

I Would Just Like To Say....

That I fucking love this recent bout of poetry/artfully crafted posts about penises. I am thrilled daily by it.

I will try my hand at Haiku, now:

A long time ago
Cockblockasaurus roared loud
thank you, that is all


In 8th grade we had to write poems. And read them to the class. And I tried. And I actually used a line like, 'I know why the caged bird sings.' And the teacher openly mocked mine. And then I hated poetry. But this is making it alllll better. Yes.

Thank you kind poet
For tick-a-ling my fancy
when it comes to farce

Totally Sexy Haiku (without a doubt fer sure)

You said I was scared
And I should on your stomach
Now you are a mess

Finger near asshole
Scratching through my boxer shorts
They smell like shit now

Your mouth on my cock
You ask me if I am close
That's not a turn on

Stand over my face
Feel my tongue between your thighs
Slip a fore behind

Can you hold me down
Take my nipples with your teeth
I'll get you next time

Proposition you
Kick to the balls, drop to ground
Not enough money

a catch 22 made up on the way to work

If I told you you were beautiful
Would you believe me without a kiss?
But if I take your breath
Will the little death
Be all that stands between us?

p.s.

when i was with her, i thought about you a time or two

I hear that if your foot is asleep and I pee on it, it'll wake up. True Story.

Your shirt came off
And then your jeans
And when you pushed your ass into my crotch
I couldn't resist
I guess I'm just that easy
I didn't want to be inside you
I knew that before I kissed you
"What a woman can do for your soul" just kept repeating in my head
So when I woke up this morning with my arm across you
I was proud that I stuck to my guns
Even if you weren't

About Last Night

I could have sworn they were threesome material. I guess I was wrong. I don't think I would have taken that last step, but what tonight taught me is you never know until you get there.

disclaimer and precursor to the afformentioned statement (to be read before afformationed statement;)

I don't know what all this mumbo jumbo is about. Author had a very fucked up night and somehow made it home with out a DWI or a knife in the back. I don't think I've ever feared being stabbed before, but before it was never real...something you only read in books and translated into your own reality...but those stories in your books must have started somewhere. And this is where they begin...with a dash of common sense and two tablespoons self worth, you might be able to go somewhere

p.s. this is not a way to communicate. there's no contact besides your eyes with the screen...and that's not a part of your body you'd want to touch anywhere else anyway)

p.p.pxs. to the other dear author on this blog, keep up your hard work...you will make it to somewhere that you want to be and have the things you want to have as long as you continue to dream. Never give that up. Stay Gold Ponnygirl.

I almost feel embarassed to say anything else. Isn't that weird? At the moment when you want to choke something up most, it just stays stuck in your throat maybe even until it kills you? How do we go back to normal life after this? I don't know the answer. If you could have one last thing to say in your entire life and you knew you weren't going to the afterworld, what would it be? Would you make a statement or would you decline it entirely? two choices. the movie part of you wants to say something really important that would end up in a book you would have been assigned if you were still alive. The other part of you though? I don't know if we really think about it that much? What does the part of you want that the world can't give it? That part does exist, we just sometimes neglect to acknowledge it because it doesn't fit in with the ideas of ourselves in society. Find that part and don't let go. It'll take you to come interesting places. IT is the part that dreams. and IT is the part that wishes. and IT IS the part that will save you when you don't think you can save yourself. It's the yourself that is the individual in the most rich sense of the word. Just think about what makes you happy? Why is it that that does it for you? Just maybe it's because it triggers that inner you that no one else sees. And I believe it's this inner you that everyone struggles to identify throughout their whole entire life. What would happen if you could end that process and really know who you are? The options are endless. Your life can divide how you choose. It's so simple and we're all still stuck. Well if you feel like proving 'em wrong, you've got the tools. Don't be afraid to use them. Stick that on a magnet and sell it. And we drift.

I might have been holding her hand a little too long
And maybe cause I was too high
And probably mostly too high
But even if it were for other reasons
Would you still hate me?
I feel like I can't trust you
I feel like I should have known that before
I need someone who can keep me in better shape than I can keep myself
And I hope I can do the same for them
My head feels warm and cold at the same time
But just to the touch
But that's what touch can do for you
How do we end this?
I guess we never know

WHAT is hard about making sure you have enough money in your checking account to write a check BEFORE you write it? Is it REALLY, TRULY necessary to NOT look, then write me a check that's going to overdraft your account by three dollars which will in turn hold up processing of MY monthly paycheck and the other roommate's rent check which will delay the money getting into my account which will CAUSE THE RENT CHECK TO BOUNCE which means we pay fees on TOP of a late fee for rent?!?!?! GODDAMMIT

AND STOP CALLING YOUR MOM LONG DISTANCE FROM THE HOUSE PHONE. I KNOW YOU HAVE FREE LONG DISTANCE ON YOUR CELL PHONE

GOOOOOOODDDDDDD

DDAAAAAAAMMMMMMIIIIITTTTTTTTT.