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.