This is a collection of poems I wrote in an attempt to highlight moments of my past. People used to have a little black book they kept numbers and addresses of people they were involved with or interested in. So I decided to share some entries from...
I'll get Under it I'll dig up The corrupt Walls they build To keep me sealed. In rooms, I Peel layers Back on exposed Slayers Until The crux is a Crucifix Worn by hollow stupid chicks. An heirloom for the soulless mixed Ingredients, depending on the buyer Who concocts a cover story for the Liar Mortals living on words from the shiny Prim pedestal 'Peeps perusing piously The who's who in NY and Hollywood Since I couldn't get what they could They called me a scrub..a let down Not impressed that I am set now I'm pedestrian and I'm not fake But the Beautifuls won't make Me number one. Unworthy Of them who unearth me But they're in my phone Still very unimpressed Unmoved by my best. And I shouldn't care If I'm not up there On their Cool list But I do persist Drawn always To dark days, Ripped sails, And emails That'll say Spam, ok Delete. It's sweet How crying Men are lying to the mirror men Because I am trying Still to get under it all Do it thunders with gall? ...The rocky places in the tide That eats away at the soul inside Of soggy chicks who drown me out Through "no-Hess" picks they do shout We don't want you that way you nerd! Who writes poetry? A dead art. Word Be what WE watch on TV or bye-bye Shop like, talk like, be like that guy And treat us like objects and We Will adore you unconditionally If you'll look the part then all Of our sacred tears will fall In vertical droplets of love ...We can't get enough of Mock relationships with Men mimicking myth Making money and Buying our brand Of soulless love Your holy dove Won't ascend If and when A Baptism Might fix Soulless Chicks.
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