for the one who doesn’t know. that’s one thing i would never say to you
How Doth the Little Crocodile
Aimee Mann, “Pavlov’s Bell”
i hate the doctors
i hate the doctors and the whole health care sysytem. im not even old and cynical (at least not old) but i cant stand it. so now that thats of my chest, i have another little poem to share. im just full of em!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
small glance
brief touch
big talk
long walks
this isnt real
but i just want to feel
nice to talk to you
but now talkings done
we have to see
where we stand
on the edge
“Sweet Dream” by Greg Laswell
short, yes
good, hell yeah
just another little poem
i want to take the hurt away things fall apart, they fall apart so hard you can’t ever put them back the way they were like puzzle pieces for life it takes too much time there’s so much work having to learn if we’re the same people we were if you fit into the other’s life it’s a long and important process and can’t we just skip it?
“ The difficult I can do today. The impossible will take a little longer.
Billie Holiday
i’m not who you want
i’m not who you want,
but i might be the one you need.
you don’t get to like the people you love
and you’ll never love the people you like.
if yes means no, does hello mean goodbye?
if i tried to be reasonable, would you turn me off
after keeping me on?
nothing stands between us
except ourselves
because misery loves company.
-so i wrote that. or i tried anyway.
“
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
WWBD?
what would buffy do? yeah, i made a buffy the vampire slayer reference. besides the fact that it’s actually a very socially aware show, and it has multiple metaphors for real life problems inside its ongoing mythos, it opens the question, “what do we do when we’re against problems bigger than us?” i don’t know about anyone else, but i would certainly like to have superpowers when i have to deal with my life. granted, not very logical, but sometimes it feels like the world just goes under and we can’t fight back up. so what would the buffster do? besides some snarky punning and putting sharp pointy objects through monsters, probably the same thing we do-try and fight, even if we never win.
if you think it, you should say it.
thoughts are not meant to be kept inside. obviously, there are limits to what should be said aloud, but if you think it, you should say it. secrets are fine and dandy sometimes, but people should say what they think, concequence free. alas, the world in which we live cannot be as such. i wish there were things i could say to certain people about the way i feel about them and have there be no penalties, but i can’t. i should.
