tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84089397943023650342024-02-19T22:01:34.392-08:00things to consider. (napowrimo 2012)sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-54567382960163665242012-04-15T23:14:00.001-07:002012-04-16T19:47:49.127-07:00<div><p>mums moving out<br>
leaving home<br>
leaving dad<br>
leaving us<br>
for him.</p>
<p>I never liked him<br>
they're both married still<br>
at least for now</p>
<p>she doesn't even have a fridge<br>
and she only has two chairs<br>
and a bed.<br>
she has everything at home</p>
<p>I have myself bruises after she left<br>
and left the words<br>
ringing in my ears.<br>
I cannot unhear them<br>
and I cannot unfeel this.</p>
<p>she told me, and I cannot unfeel this<br>
I want to hate her<br>
both of them<br>
they're destroying two families<br>
mine and theirs</p>
<p>it's not fair<br>
not fair on anyone.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-10949372365585182272012-04-13T04:35:00.001-07:002012-04-13T04:35:12.991-07:00<div><p>whoops, looks like I don't like you anymore.<br>
this could be awkward</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-24396644409264633582012-04-13T04:31:00.001-07:002012-04-13T04:31:32.587-07:00<div><p>just end already.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-87452213659813183472012-04-12T16:00:00.001-07:002012-04-12T16:00:35.440-07:00<div><p>My first days back and I was rolling round the town Saying, stay away from edges and from ropes if you can 'Cause I am the last one... And the curse stops here The curse stops here <br>
</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-68157067578553837312012-04-11T21:54:00.002-07:002012-04-11T21:54:06.450-07:00i've just felt really lost, and kind of betrayed and not<br />really having any real sense of purpose or identity as all<br />the things i love seem to be 'in' and people are hanging my loves<br />up in stores and shoving pricetags on them and people are taking<br />them and trying them all one and there are fingerprints where<br />there shouldn't be all over them and i'm feeling like the things that<br />people once ridiculed me for are now cool and they're flaunting all <br />the things that used to make me cry.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-63665915635216045312012-04-11T06:36:00.001-07:002012-04-11T06:36:03.739-07:00<div><p>And I am something horrible.<br>
</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-64129456935824632082012-04-09T06:45:00.001-07:002012-04-09T06:45:18.085-07:00<div><p>Sometimes i wish i could give my mind, my thoughts to someone else and see if they declare me insane. Im thinking not everyone wants to burn their skin or bruise themselves or come close to death or has to write all their thoughts out like if they stay in their they'll implode or send me even madder than i already am.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-60251278225366101492012-04-09T03:34:00.001-07:002012-04-09T04:20:08.704-07:00<div><p>Really shouldn't have remembered that.</p>
<p>I need a lighter, and some metal.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-77435709957933966192012-04-08T17:20:00.001-07:002012-04-08T17:20:09.118-07:00Music men.<div><p>So close<br>
Yet so so far<br>
This place is full if dead end dreams<br>
And no one ever comes here <br>
With city smoke in their lungs.<br>
So the town remains quiet<br>
And without certain voices<br>
To heal the broken masses.</p>
<p>Only separated by shallow waters<br>
Answer yet it downs any similarities<br>
That we may share.<br>
And the power in your words<br>
Can't reach that far<br>
And im left clutching at<br>
Digital love and<br>
Remixed beauty.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-56783263306125265832012-04-07T23:29:00.001-07:002012-04-07T23:29:05.655-07:00<div><p>Finding contentment <br>
In the simple things.<br>
Bed, good TV and chicken nuggets for two.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-51657589559258947812012-04-07T05:35:00.001-07:002012-04-07T05:35:40.114-07:00<div><p>I want to punch you in your stupid smug Hipster fuck face.<br>
You are scum, and I hate You.<br>
Go die.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-29191078262992470582012-04-07T04:36:00.001-07:002012-04-07T04:36:01.716-07:00<div><p>Perfect example of a fancy camera doesn't make you a photographer.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-57167616616691957852012-04-06T04:29:00.001-07:002012-04-06T04:29:36.919-07:00<div><p>It seems everyone hates me.<br>
This is fucking brilliant.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-13715404598494655122012-04-05T22:02:00.001-07:002012-04-05T22:02:58.685-07:00Journalling poetry.<div><p>We’re sitting in the theater at 9:30 am waiting to hear advice from someone far more important than any of us will ever be<br>
I’m feeling pretty insignificant and pretty<br>
eating popcorn out of Kara’s backpack and watching words form around strangers mouths<br>
I wish I didn’t have so many damn opinions<br>
But I do<br>
and it’s weird that my life is basically lived at this point<br>
but I haven’t even started living yet.<br>
Oh my god, sometimes thinking freaks me out.<br>
I guess if I thought less I would have nothing left to write about,<br>
but then maybe I wouldn’t feel like writing all the time.<br>
I don’t know.<br>
Maybe I should try taking smaller steps but walking a little faster<br>
instead of long leaps<br>
instead of hard falls.<br>
Is everyone as weird as I am or is life only a fight for the unfortunate few?<br>
God, don’t scream everything you say!<br>
Well, I mean everything is interesting, but only a few people are interested<br>
and diamonds could be inexpensive except the market is choked tight and demand is endlessly high.<br>
I just don’t understand that.<br>
All beauty fades.<br>
I was so disappointed by hope that I don’t think I’ll ever recover.<br>
I wish I didn’t love people so damn much.<br>
I’m pretty deprived. I mean<br>
one time I saw San Francisco and I don’t think I’ll ever recover from falling in love.<br>
There are a few really great poets out there. Sometimes I can’t sleep when I think about them<br>
but talent can’t be learned<br>
or at least,<br>
shouldn’t be learned, and if it is then you probably already have a talent for learning.<br>
They’re all just trying to survive<br>
(even me)<br>
Nothing was ever simple. The chemicals that keep us breathing are dangerous and if we mix them we’ll breathe in only ash.<br>
Sometimes I breathe in ash on purpose.<br>
I cut myself on the wooden board<br>
I’m naked and sick and a whore<br>
empty, lucky, free<br>
And I’m stamped with my own mark of approval – in favor of constant reminder,<br>
I actually want to feel sorry for something.<br>
I’m so flustered all the time and god, it’s so frustrating<br>
red face, like my own skin is bleeding.<br>
I am branded like a cow newborn and I was just born for what felt like the first time<br>
but I don’t know anything<br>
I am nothing.<br>
Music is always playing – this is the time for me to make my own music maybe.<br>
I don’t know.<br>
I am always skipping class.<br>
You can always buy used books for less and you can always find used girls for less<br>
but I am so un-used<br>
brand new<br>
like, I’m still in plastic wrap behind a glass case, or maybe I’m still in the factory.<br>
I work a lot, but nothing ever works.<br>
Pins and needles.<br>
I’d like to put the pieces together and represent something, or<br>
be symbolic.<br>
I mean<br>
not all poetry is meant to be understood, and I especially should not be understood<br>
but every now and then I think I could snap my fingers and make wishes until someone understands me<br>
and anyway, I just want to dosomething.<br>
Ya’ know, a lot of people have written good songs about this feeling<br>
but like, fuck songwriting<br>
it’s a whole lot harder than it should be.<br>
“Communications is key”<br>
alright, so what am I communicating? Cause’ I don’t talk when I’m speaking, only when I’m hiding, and I’m not sure words mean anything.<br>
I said “I don’t know what I’m doing” and my parents were crying and I’m crying too.<br>
What’s really frustrating is that I have to be me.<br>
And why is that?<br>
I mean, why can’t we shed our skin and lick it off and dig deeper?<br>
Flip the switch and become someone else?<br>
God, that would be so nice.<br>
I don’t believe in god, but I do think that my creator – whatever he is<br>
he must be really disappointed.<br>
I mean, I’m really disappointed too.<br>
But I think things would be better if I was an umbrella<br>
if I could shut up inside of myself locked tight<br>
and nothing could touch me – no water, no ice<br>
how do I close the door like that? Exhausting.<br>
This life is exhausting, and I’m sorry.<br>
I guess I’m just going crazy (it happens all the time)<br>
I don’t mind, except that some nights I need a place to hide.<br>
Back when I was a child I used to get so sad that I would hide in the big box in the back-top-shelf of the closet,<br>
climb inside and pretend that I was deathly cold and coffin locked.<br>
Well I wish I was still that small.<br>
But that box isn’t big enough to hold a list of all the things that bog me down now.<br>
The man in the auditorium found power in luck, which is dumb.<br>
I wish I could be that dumb.<br>
He said we need passion, communications and networking.<br>
I mean – I’ve at least got one out of three?<br>
But I’m starting to think it would be better to wash up dead on a beach somewhere than to spend my life trying to write something as brilliant as the Titanic? Or whatever?<br>
Whatever.<br>
I wish I was walking toward something more honest than books and starving in soup kitchens.<br>
Instead I am tense. Trying hard to be as tightly closed as an umbrella, and bruising my own skin with panicked fists.<br>
I wish I didn’t ever think because then at least I couldspeak<br>
I’m really sinful in my mind. I wish I was edgy and exciting looking. I’m pretty plain.<br>
I have a lot of friends, but I’m bad at making them. I guess some things we shouldn’t understand.<br>
As for existence, that’s the only thing no one understands.<br>
I do want to give you some time to work.<br>
But when did we ever say we needed time to practice? I mean<br>
I guess everyone could use a little bit of practice.<br>
Sometimes I feel so useless that I ache.<br>
Everyone should be “thismuch” selfish<br>
But I am THIS MUCH selfish and then some<br>
so where does that leave me?<br>
I wish I could speak from a script all the time.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-30284381633863885912012-04-05T21:44:00.001-07:002012-04-05T21:44:20.509-07:00Out of place.<div><p>Too many drinks <br>
Too much testosterone <br>
Too much shooting </p>
<p>Boys are stupid </p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-7010810036750773632012-04-05T17:29:00.001-07:002012-04-05T19:57:21.843-07:00I'm so heavy<div><p>the blackness stuck to her insides burning tiny hole that would catch her breath as she would inhale. <br>
she imagines that the smoke that followed her father around was to blame as she would be close behind him lost in the haze and lead only by his hand that seemed to appear out the smoke and connect to nothing and nobody. she thinks he's to blame for the constellations the tiny dots of light that burn through her ribs and leave her specked and sparkling and beautiful but on fire and burning out like a supernova. </p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-13494914616097694542012-04-04T20:29:00.001-07:002012-04-04T20:29:19.797-07:00As if it were summer.<div><p>The fruit was sweet<br>
And The sun was bright<br>
And both made you shine<br>
And glitter as bright as <br>
I've ever seen you.<br>
You shone so brightly it<br>
Made my heart grow a little in it's warmth.</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-43347422847381056872012-04-03T04:38:00.001-07:002012-04-03T04:38:03.235-07:00You.<div><p>Your giving me feelings in my tummy that I had forgotten. The oceans aren't quite so scary, and they seem like they're going to carry me somewhere nice rather than pulling me underneath. <br>
</p>
</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-36470700136416893542012-04-02T21:11:00.001-07:002012-04-02T21:11:28.125-07:00april 3rd<span style="font-size: x-small;">each feeling trailed down his arm</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">leaking and bleeding like water colour emotions.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">he wished</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">just for once to be solid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">permanent</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">in at least one aspect.</span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-4766173845776617612012-04-02T21:10:00.000-07:002012-04-02T21:10:01.880-07:00april 2nd<span style="font-size: x-small;">i think i would like to take flight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">and travel far from the worlds </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">depths</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">trading my arms for </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">wings</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">becoming a creature of the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">rather than of the sea or ever of land.</span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408939794302365034.post-77071160929594620382012-04-02T21:07:00.003-07:002012-04-02T21:07:49.700-07:00april 1st<span style="font-size: x-small;">i am green. and red. and giving myself bruises.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you smile, i smile.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">she smiles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">[my smile drops]</span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855492688968510394noreply@blogger.com0