melancholy

I Skipped the Freedom Assembly

Destiny's a Dick

Dove's Are a Bunch of Superficial Beauty Queens

Even Poop is Better Than Loneliness

the wheels on the bus go round and round

The Bus Always Took Longer On Snowy Days

 

 

 

All of his friends are cold lunchers. He's a hot lunch kid. But he doesn't bother to eat at lunch anymore. Because it's different than it used to be. He'd always get but in line anyways. It seems like everything has been said already. No one told him that guys can get their heart broken. And that college applications cost $35. 

 

This is the place where pimples matter and personalities don't.

 

Empty faces reaching for exit signs. But the doors locked. Freedom assemblies and crappy toilets. And the kind of stories we're suppose to tell our kids about. I made it in the yearbook 3 times.

 

Maybe I'm doing high school wrong.

 

And I'm sorry I defecated on your porch. Multiple times. But I had to do something rebellious before I grew up. It's all just part of the process. Your Mom can be really intimidating.

 

And some how the preppy kids are so happy.

And the cheerleaders are way hot.

But you're beautiful.

And I'll love you forever. Or at least until my blue jeans fade.

 

Maybe I'm doing high school perfect.

it's all poetry baby

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

"Can I Kick It?"

Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what life was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with *horn* that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
We'll nipper the dog and give a big shove
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove

Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

-A Tribe Called Quest

The Case for Pluto

 

 

 

A list of things that matter but I can't figure out why:

That my bishop uses things like 'c' and 'u' when texting instead of 'see and 'you'. And that he likes New Order.

That the shade of lipstick they put on my mother's dead body for people to come look at bothers me more than any sin my dad has ever committed.

That my funeral better not be open casket.

That time I swore because I thought I was funny.

The fact that I use women's deodorant because the other stuff irritates my armpits.

That we use a fake Christmas tree.

That children are happier than most adults.

You.

Her.

Poetry. (like "love and beauty and truth")

That my step-dad was a redhead.

Moustaches.

Making people laugh.(I use to think that the solution to every problem in the entire universe was laughter, but then I realized I wasn't funny enough)

That I used to be able to dance.

That I can only drink milk when it's really cold.

Why I like the word fickle so much.

That I was in the room when my niece took her first steps.

The 'i' before 'e' rule.

Pluto.

That you probably won't take the time to read this whole thing.

Dick Tidrow.

That I just really want to share a carton of eggnog with you and I don't even like eggnog that much.

That I've never kissed anyone.

I weighed more when I was seventeen.

That this isn't for you, it's for me.

Bazooka bubblegum.

That I'll never be James Bond.

Predicted to be Sunny









Reaching for the Stars



 

The scene:

New York,

suffering,

and Champagne;

only to discover

they weren't going anywhere.

 

 



The Pressures of Being Yourself

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If only live was as simple as blackout poetry. Not just keeping the good parts, but keeping the necessary parts.

 

Opinion,

ruined by storm,

predicted to be sunny;

 because we understand the nature of science.

scientists, sting rays, and idiots

To the dickweed scientist with a telescope that decided that pluto wasnt a planet: Screw you.

Did you even take into account that pluto was my favorite planet? That I was the youngest of 9?

Yeah, it's taking me a lot longer to make it around the sun. But I'm enjoying every step of the way.

I've always kind of been out there.

The others have always had more potential for life anyways.


To the sting ray that killed the crocodile hunter: Screw you.

And to the idiot that cancelled Even Stevens: Screw you.

"A happy childhood...is the worst possible preparation for life"

 

I remember laughing when everyone else was crying.

 

I remember when Karl Malone went to the Lakers. I remember swearing at Megaman. I remember the time I didn't have any clean underwear so I had to wear my sisters. I remember getting called to the principals office. I remember the time I left a bunch of chocolates on my bed and then I fell asleep watching a movie and my sister laid me on my bed without turning the lights on. I remember waking up thinking I pooped the bed and wondering how it got on my face.

 

I remember wanting to be one of the cousins. I remember Mrs. Cook. I remember thinking Mrs. Cook was hot, I was in the third grade. I remember when school was fun. I remember when my best friend Austin moved to Texas. I remember that he didn't move to Austin, Texas.

 

I remember spankings. I remember the daisy dukes. I remember:

"Do you ever feel like really not talking to someone?"

"Yeah, all the time"

"That's how I feel right now"

I remember the feeling. And the silence. I remember leaving in the middle of the night.

 

I remember Sam. I remember how cold his house was. And the thermostat was at 75.

 

I remember making the promise with my brother to be best buds forever and our secret handshake. I don't think he remembers. I remember the first holiday that wasn't as fun as it used to be. I remember the feeling after lying. I remember becoming desensitized to that feeling.

 

I remember being funny. And I remember being able to dance.

 

I remember not peeing in a toilet for two weeks to prove I wasn't the one peeing on the toilet seat. I remember the McCombers telling me to stop peeing in their yard.

 

I remember her last breath. I remember the lipstick they put on her for the viewing, it wasn't her color.

 

I remember trying to fulfill the expectations. I remember trying to be as good.

 

"I was hoping to be happy by seventeen"