Saul Williams
You will regret losing me.
"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting."
-e.e. cummings
-e.e. cummings
I want to see myself through someone else's eyes. I want to see myself laugh or cry or become inexplicably furious with everything and everyone. I want to see myself at my moments of greatest passion and moments of utter weakness and vulnerability. The only glimpses I catch of myself are the ten... maybe twenty seconds a day that I glance in the mirror just long enough to ensure that no drastic changes have occurred. If I could see myself through someone else's eyes... if I could see myself through YOUR eyes... then maybe I might just learn to see myself as something other than the enemy.
One day,
when I wake up at 3am,
unable to sleep,
I will look next to me
and you will be there.
Sleeping peacefully beside me
and suddenly,
the world won't seem so lonely.
-j.r.
when I wake up at 3am,
unable to sleep,
I will look next to me
and you will be there.
Sleeping peacefully beside me
and suddenly,
the world won't seem so lonely.
-j.r.
If I am fire,
then your arms
are the hearth
that contains me.
If I am a constellation
then you are the sky
that holds me up.
If I am wanderlust
then you are
the destinations
that I seek.
If I am chaos
then you are
the storm inside of me.
.cs.
then your arms
are the hearth
that contains me.
If I am a constellation
then you are the sky
that holds me up.
If I am wanderlust
then you are
the destinations
that I seek.
If I am chaos
then you are
the storm inside of me.
.cs.
almost
you and I,
always almost
again
and again
I wonder if you recall the way
I couldn't keep my eyes off you.
my head on your bare chest
bodies close
I watched you sleep
melting into you
it was an almost moment
the almost moment
that started it all.
we were always on the verge of almost
never nothing
never something
but never again.
-D.K.
always almost
again
and again
I wonder if you recall the way
I couldn't keep my eyes off you.
my head on your bare chest
bodies close
I watched you sleep
melting into you
it was an almost moment
the almost moment
that started it all.
we were always on the verge of almost
never nothing
never something
but never again.
-D.K.
I promise you
I will try harder
to be better.
I
have battled with things
inside me
for longer than you know;
I do not know
what they are
or why they are there,
I only know that they feel
manageable,
defeatable
when I
am around
You.
- Tyler Knott Gregson
I will try harder
to be better.
I
have battled with things
inside me
for longer than you know;
I do not know
what they are
or why they are there,
I only know that they feel
manageable,
defeatable
when I
am around
You.
- Tyler Knott Gregson
Some days,
I feel everything at once.
Other days,
I feel nothing at all.
I don't know what's worse:
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from thirst.
o.m.
I feel everything at once.
Other days,
I feel nothing at all.
I don't know what's worse:
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from thirst.
o.m.
This poem accurately describes my entire existence.
I am pieces of quotes
from my favorite books
stitched together by
song lyrics
and I am glued together by
midnight conversations
and the sweet taste of coffee
and I have this tendency
to fall apart suddenly
and I need you to somehow
be okay with this
because I am created by
the souls who are brave enough
to gather all my tattered pieces
and put me back together
and oh God how I would love to be whole again.
(AKR)
I am pieces of quotes
from my favorite books
stitched together by
song lyrics
and I am glued together by
midnight conversations
and the sweet taste of coffee
and I have this tendency
to fall apart suddenly
and I need you to somehow
be okay with this
because I am created by
the souls who are brave enough
to gather all my tattered pieces
and put me back together
and oh God how I would love to be whole again.
(AKR)
The Stupid Jerk I'm Obsessed With
By: Maggie Estep
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
stands so close to me
I can feel his breath
on my neck
and smell
the way he would smell
if we slept together
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and that is his primary function in life
to be a stupid jerk I can obsess over
and to talk to that dingy bimbette blonde
as if he really wanted to hear about her
manicures and
pedicures and
New Age ritualistic enema cures and
truth be known, he probably does wanna hear about it
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's obsessed with doing anything he can
to lend fuel to my fire
he makes a point of standing
looking over my shoulder
when I'm talking to the guy who adores me
and would bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
if I asked him to bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
but I can't ask him to bark like a dog
or impersonate any kind of animal at all
cause I'm too busy
looking at the way the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
has pants on that perfectly define his well-shaped ass
to the point where I'm thoroughly frantic
I'm just gonna go home
and stick my head in the oven
overdose on nutmeg and aspirin
and sit in the bathtub reading The Executioner's Song
and being completely confounded by the fact
that I can see
the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with's face
defining itself in the peeling plaster of the wall
grinning and winking
and I start to yell
Get the hell out of there
You're just a figment of my imagination
Just get a life and get out of my plaster
and pass me the next painful situation please
but he just keeps on
grinning and winking
he's the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's mind
in my plaster
And frankly, I couldn't be happier.
By: Maggie Estep
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
stands so close to me
I can feel his breath
on my neck
and smell
the way he would smell
if we slept together
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and that is his primary function in life
to be a stupid jerk I can obsess over
and to talk to that dingy bimbette blonde
as if he really wanted to hear about her
manicures and
pedicures and
New Age ritualistic enema cures and
truth be known, he probably does wanna hear about it
because he is the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's obsessed with doing anything he can
to lend fuel to my fire
he makes a point of standing
looking over my shoulder
when I'm talking to the guy who adores me
and would bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
if I asked him to bark like a dog
and wave to strangers
but I can't ask him to bark like a dog
or impersonate any kind of animal at all
cause I'm too busy
looking at the way the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
has pants on that perfectly define his well-shaped ass
to the point where I'm thoroughly frantic
I'm just gonna go home
and stick my head in the oven
overdose on nutmeg and aspirin
and sit in the bathtub reading The Executioner's Song
and being completely confounded by the fact
that I can see
the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with's face
defining itself in the peeling plaster of the wall
grinning and winking
and I start to yell
Get the hell out of there
You're just a figment of my imagination
Just get a life and get out of my plaster
and pass me the next painful situation please
but he just keeps on
grinning and winking
he's the stupid jerk I'm obsessed with
and he's mind
in my plaster
And frankly, I couldn't be happier.