aestheticirony

this is a poem about smoking and dry eyes. this is a poem about things getting buried, about dirt. blackbirds wrapped in tissue, family pets and beetles laying smeared in matchboxes. this is a list of all the quiet blue things i am not doing any more, your hands growing hard against beautiful new fingers. first, lists themselves; lists of jokes you no longer tell, movies i fell asleep in, the possibilities of constellations mapped out with freckles. i used to love remembering the places that you touched- 1. clothes that you hated. 2. my hips and breasts. 3. red sheets. 4. benches and buses. 5. never the ground itself, cl

i can't cook for shit and everything always overflows and hurts and burns and occasionally i want to die but i never do because then i would become crazier than i already am, and that's pretty bad because even the girl who let boys hit her think i'm out of my mind but for some reason no matter how many friends i make only boys talk to me and i lose everyone eventually just like i lose almost everything i touch and everything i hold and everything i have you have seen and everything i have is yours and it always will be yours because there is no way no possibility of me being strong enough to say no or to ever stand up for mysel

We fell apart together, We fell apart for the better, He got away, And she saves the day, Her dreams were fake, A chance I'd take, Brought me back with you... I'm no good at this, You know it's true, I'll hold my fist, Until you turn blue, Choked for the words, I can't ever say, They were really heard, But she saves the day.

Thirteen going on sixteen, No one else is in between, Cheap poetry and fourty-two hours, Cheap smiles and pixelated flowers, Goddamn I was too young to know, Still am, but I know where this will go, Sixteen going on twenty-two, No one else between me and you, Can't stop now, and never will, Cornflower blue is how you feel, But tomorrow you rest, and so will I, For summer we wait, until we die...

Cops And Robbers Take a look into my eyes, Take a shot on how many times, I came close to a compromise, But turned my own lines, I'm not trying that hard, To leave myself alone, To leave you in the dark, Or change my tone, This song is my favorite, But it sounds like I have an addiction, To every night getting lit, And playing off my own contradiction, And we can't stop this lying, Not like we were ever trying, But we need more time to work this out, And figure what this is all about, I've got a heart that weighs three tons, From a song that went unsung, Where have all the ones I call "friends" gone? I thought they were st

Limerence I knew that we would clash with cliques, But I'm still thinking of what I miss, I meant every word when I said I liked him, But do I have to like him all over again? We glance at each other across the room, If I say anything, it won't be soon, Maybe reunions are the best place to say this, I knew that we would clash with cliques, It would be wrong to say I love him, But jumping to conclusions is just who I am, I told him I loved him until the end, But he thinks it's all just pretend, Now, I'll show him just what I mean, I'll show him just what I mean, It's alright, it's okay, I've waited forever for this day, You th

Dear Diary, Two weeks have passed since Kai and Takeshi broke up for good. Aggie and Phoebe have told me that they're getting together...I leave in a few days. It breaks my heart to find out that Matt and Chelsea are moving up to The Gold Coast in Queensland. That means that only Takeshi, Aggie and Kai will be left of the group...but even then, Takeshi and Kai don't speak anymore...probably never will again. I'm going to miss Aggie a lot. Not as much as I'll miss Takeshi or Kai, but she's a good person. My guess is that Aggie and Takeshi will stick together, at least. God, I can't believe I'm finally doing it... Ryan is so amazing...I'm go

Takeshi and Hunter lay back on the couch, Takeshi head on Hunter's shoulder, and Hunter's arms around Takeshi's shoulder. His hand lay flat on Takeshi's fingers, and he closed his eyes. Thoughts ran through his mind behind his steel-grey eyes. He opened them again and stared toward the roof, letting out a long stream of air. Something inside of him itched to move...to pace, to run, something other than sitting on that couch. He began to remember the freedom of living away from Takeshi, and wondered why he'd pained to see Takeshi so madly. It wasn't everything it had been...had it ever been like that in the first place? He didn't know. He cou

The Real Truth:  Why People Smoke Marijuana    If someone ever tells you they smoke because they "just enjoy the act of smoking", or really, anything else. They're lying.    The reason people smoke marijuana is because after you smoke you can sit down to a song and it takes you. That song is the only thing in the world. All of your attention and analysis is focused on something that seems to be playing just for you.    Sure, anyone could love something that much sober, but that would take a lot of effort. With marijuana, it's natural. Patience is freely given to you.    I smoke weed because it takes real effort to be that human someti

A kitchen.   MAN and WOMAN stand centre stage, in front of a counter with drawers.  They are arguing as lights fade on. WOMAN.  Look.  It's not that hard.  I kill myself, and then you kill yourself. MAN.  I don't like the second part. WOMAN.  It's called a double suicide pact for a reason. MAN.  Do I have to kill myself? WOMAN.  What the hell kind of question is that?  Of course you do. MAN.  I'm just not feeling it right now, is all. WOMAN.  Oh, I'm sorry if I'm not setting the mood for you, crybaby. MAN.  That was uncalled for. WOMAN.  Well, when you stop being a crybaby I'll stop calling you a crybaby. MAN.  I'm not a crybaby.