Purple

Purple plus pretty
makes a perfect match.

You think you suck,
you think you're dumb,
It's a wound that can be patched.

Anger

You are angry because I listened.

You are angry because I thought.

You are angry because I wrote.

I tried to pass this on,

It's called a "hand-me-up".

I got a lot of those.

I Gave Up

You rocked out to Prince.

A prince you were.

I gave you what so many wanted, and I got to give it freely.

Now when I give it, I think.

I think so hard, it's mind-blowing.

Keep rockin'.

Jizz-Jazz

The truth is hard to hear.

That's why I feel it's necessary to jazz it up with some literary frou-frou.

I fucking love jazz.

High School

When I knew you,

You wanted the kind of sex

Where you get screwed.

I wanted the kind of sex

Where your brains get fucked out.

Sorry I never gave it to you.

Rainbows

Race and sexuality.

Are spectra, like white light.

The sky is a prismatic display of blue, but there's a lot more there.

Wear the rainbow.

The mess

I am not the one who did it.

She showed me how.

I really need to be unshown

By the people who don't need to smash things to make themselves heard.

Jason

It's not normal to cry when you're happy.

I thought you were nucking futs when you said that.

I was the one who was fucking nuts.

The Dress

The dress was the dress.

The man was the man.

The day was the day.

The time was not the time.

The time is relatives.

I moved on.
The dress still fits.

Definitions

The past does not define me.

The future might.

Maybe if I let it.

The present is the one thing you can count on.

Someone once told me the present is a gift,

It always defines you.

DONE

I am SO done.
Dinner is finally finished.
You rang the bell,
I came in.
You put down your fork,
I cleared your plate.
Dinner is done
And I will never be hungry again.

Fruit Love

I am a spawn of true love,
No wonder I'm so great.
You try to be jealous,
But I don't know what that means.

True love is luck,
True love is great.
I'm lucky I came from it,
I will try to produce from it.

Painting

Paint a picture.

You pick the paint, you pick the canvas, you pick the brush.

No wonder no one ever truly sees it.

Fashion

Wow, you look nice.

What you see is what you get.

If I look REALLY nice.

MAYBE you'll think that everything's ok.

MAYBE you'll leave me alone.

MAYBE you'll realize that I've always been ok.

Open your eyes.

Gunslingers

Do you want to know what she says when you're not there?

I didn't think so.

You listen to the shots when they're pointed in the other direction.

And you think that the person at the receiving end is dead.

Thank you...

No, wait... I'll wait 'til I'm famous to give you what you gave me.

Where's my gun?

Friends

Break the cycle, man.

Sever the chain.

Smash that bottle.

Don't you DARE smash anything else.

If you do,

You will be hurt.

You WILL cry.

Most people won't listen.

If you're really lucky,

You'll meet somebody who never needed to smash things at all.

Or if they did,

there was a fucking reason for it.

It's called a friend.

Bill

Bill Gates, where are you now?

I think you're lost in Internet Explorer...

I always liked Bill.

He plays the saxophone.

And loves to get head.

Grad School

I didn't apply to grad school.

Grad school applied to me.

It felt like death had finally arrived and I was ready to go with Him.

I was actually reborn.

Tents

I love to travel.

I HATE hotels.

Will you pitch me a tent?

Nonsense

Lobsters and Mice

I think I just shit myself.

Pissed myself

And threw up all at once.

Shuddering, the terror.

Crustaceans are so fucking creepy.

I will always LOVE the colour red.

(Alvy Singer could NEVER have me)

As for the mice,
the kitten protects me.

The Kama Sutra

The Kama Sutra isn't about you.
It isn't about me.

It's about us and what we could show to the world.

We could show a world of wonder, a world of hope.

A world of love, a world of beauty,

A world of being fucking amazing.

I am the world's best daughter
And no one will ever know.
I bathe, I clothe, I wash, I rub.
That's what they did before me.

We all think we're so special.
But none of us ever are.
We just are.

Anti-Semitism

I love Jews,
The Jews love me.
We're a big, happy family.

First comes love,
then comes hate,
then comes you,
in handcuffs, please.

Help a bro out.

I hugged you.
You really hugged me back.

I looked you in the eyes and said
"I need help".

You just gave it.

No silly questions.
No funny looks.

Look out,
I'll help you someday.

She suffered with the poor.

She healed the sick.

She even walked on water.

She's a fucking human.

It's the last thing I would ever try.

It makes me feel good, it makes me feel alive.

And best of all,

It makes pudding in my thighs.

This and That

I thought I was this.

I thought I was that.

If I didn't think I was anything.

I wasn't anything at all.

Second Coming

I just gave myself an orgasm in my brain.

I was looking at myself in the mirror,
It hit me, the horror, the OMG's...

The me.
I was me.
Crying, laughing, staring at my own goddamn tits,

I touched it.
I touched the mirror.
The mirror and I became one.

I came.

Oldies but goodies

I wrote these poems in grade 10... I THINK it was a creative project for Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, but I can't be too sure.

It's kind of put together in a booklet entitled "Loneliness", with some really awesome AMATEUR black and white photography (thank you, Susie, for your help with that)

Enjoy.

The Cherry

Atop a mountain of creamy divinity,
A smooth river of chocolate velvet,
sits the cherry.

A single cherry, plucked from it's home,
A tree.
To face it's destiny,
alone and unprotected.
To complete the image in solitude,
Atop the sundae.

Questions (this one's great, really captures the mentality of a teenage stress case!)
Why do you consume my every thought?
What is it about you that keeps me so addicted?
Who am I to say that I am your one and only?
Where is my sanity, my concentration?

How is it that you don't even know I exist?

Emptiness
A water stain on the ceiling,
A puddle on the floor.
Who is there to see this carefully planned display,
that God and a leaky roof have created?

The floor meets the wall
at a perfect angle,
The floorboards complete this plain sight.
Who is there to admire something so complexly simple?

The sole substance in this vacant space,
is the stale, dry air of the past, present and future.
Who inhales this life force and recognizes the fullness of the empty?

Bones of Loneliness
On the outside:
a smile,
a diamond bracelet,
a face to make a goddess jealous.

On the inside,
there's a woman
of skin and bones,
a woman who is empty and alone.

A skeleton for a soul;
The flesh of love and friendship,
stripped away by the leprous disease of
Loneliness.

I think so hard

Because I'm worried it's all going to go away.

Disappear as quickly as it came.

Gone.

Done like dinner?

Is dinner ever really done?

I don't know.

Brains

My brain won't shut off.

I feed it beer.

It won't shut off.

I feed it sex.

It won't shut off.

I feed it food.

It won't shut off.

Just turn me on already.

DRUNKS, LOVE, SEX

when things start to change,
everybody notices

when you're used to blending into the woodwork,
becoming a light fixture is like being hanged
in front of a crowd of people
on a frigid day in December.

then the light gets turned on.