Wednesday, September 29, 2010

it has a nice ring to it

pffff

i try and keep it classy

you have a cute nose
i like your scruff
i like your voice
i'm sure yours is fine
fine?
yeah fine
stop biting your lip
god you're cute
i didnt even wear make up today

forward? forward what?
forward thinker, its my brothers shirt. what does yours say
against me. its a band. i went to their show.
god you are cute when you make that face
what face
stop biting your lip!!!
pff
pffffffffff
ppppppffffff
P P P F F F F F F F F F F

well then
you are cute
you really need those glasses dont you?
you need to get your webcam fixed
no. you are pretty
and you are attractive. get some confidence!
i have plenty

why do you think im cute? i am not that attractive...

stop biting your lip!
stop looking at me like that
why?


i would give an arm for you
which one do you want
right or left

stop biting your lip
sorry i just do that
oh that look
what look?
that look

(What is this?
I dont even have make up on...
I dont even know if i brushed my hair earlier...
yet this kid from Galway is very interested in me....
I am flattered.
but confused.
...)

Monday, September 27, 2010

i know i know i know its not about me

is it possible
i am so infatuated with you
with your words
with your voice
i don't even know you
it's not an obsession
its a curiosity
i want to spend time with you
figure you out
i want to know how your mind works
"i want nothing more than the sounds of you breathless"
you are so far away
5003 miles
8052 kilometers
4348 nautical miles
this could never be
so why do i care so much?
why am i putting stock in it?
maybe by some act of God this would happen
the lights are so bright
turn them down
I want nothing more
than the sounds
of you
breathless.
because from so far away
you make me breathless.

I'm just naturally sad I think.

That must be it.
because there is no reason for me to feel the way I do.
I write these poems in my notebooks then forget about them. I do
I do
I do
I do not know why
because i have to put pen to paper.
I wrote one today
in class.
there is only so much i can learn about Australopithecus
i cant even spell it half the time.
what am i doing anymore....

Monday, September 20, 2010

I hate no motivation
to do anything
ever
at all
I am not depressed
im just bored.
is is possible to have nothing interest me?
hmmm
oh well.
i need to get a fucking job.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

An ode to Sophie Scholl

She was executed the same day she had her trial
"If you have any farewell letters, I would write them now" said her nurse
She didn't know she was going to die.
Imagine... You were sitting, writing anti-hitler flyers
then you are in jail, finding out you are about to die.

That must have been the hardest part.
but you had your faith
I wish I had that
You had such convictions
Ready to die for those you loved,
for your cause
you are a rebel
you had the right ideas.
you, Christof Probst, Alex Schmorell, and Willi Graff
had the right idea
such
conviction

Wir kämpfen mit Worten
Nous luttons avec les mots
Мы боремся за словами
We fight with words

Die Sonne scheint noch

Es lebe die Freiheit

and utter, piercing silence

those were your last words

I can only hope that there is a time when I can die for my friends, the people I love, and a just cause.

I hope I can live with so little hate in my heart.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The long black hairs on your head
fall all over the floor
crawling into my space
like long thin worms

your long thin personality
one sided
rarely genuine
i can not deal with that

so I will let the worms find their way
all over my clothes
my bed
my body
until the day you move out
and take the long black worms with you