Naivte As a child,I was told thatSomeday I would understandI was told thatthe unfairness,the abuse,the unpleasantries,and all the really big problems,would eventually make sense.“Why, then,”I thought,“hadn’t these things been taken care of by the intelligent generation?”I think it’s not Enlightenmentthat comes with age,but an abilityto quietly accept.
Cold War Walking home every day, I pass a closed road.It has been barricaded off and forgotten.Today I decide to investigate it.It’s starts fairly smoothly, and then seems to diminishto something slightly less than a road,and more than a trail.Something in betweenbeing conquered by man or nature.To my left, I hear the rush of the stream,to my right, the flow of traffic.From above me comes the roar of planes,and the twitter of birds.My feet crunch leaves and crumble asphalt.I seem to have discovered a placeWhere earth and society haveCompromised.Is this successful cohabitation,or an unfinished battle?Or
Inevitable Analyzations I wish I could wonderwhy the sky is bluewithout answering myself.On the shore of Lake Superior,I try to shallowly enjoy the view, but mymind is filled with science.If I didn’t know about erosion,the smoothness of the stones would beMysticalI want to see nature as MagicThe unrelenting waves should be enacting Emotions,not physics;and the foam of the crestsshould be made of Secrets,not oxygen.As I recline to pick out shapes in the atmospheric moisture, I find myself in awe of inconsistency:While knowledge has thwarted nature’s mystery,It detracts nothing from her beauty.
Digger Digger They lay on a blanket on a deserted hill. The leftovers of their picnic still remained scattered about them, and she chewed on bits of French bread, torn every-so-often from the chunk that sat near her. One of these bits of bread flew out of her mouth, where it just so happened to be when she decided to say, “That one looks like a bunny!” She pointed excitedly, as if this had never happened before, at a cloud. Incidentally, she also pointed in the direction in which she had spit the small gob of bread. He didn’t notice. He was more concerned about the bunny, “where?” he asked. She pointed again. He se
Fruition Atop my head sits an apple.This was the apple of Eve.Like her, I’m temptedBy its tight and rosy skin.This apple, also, onceWith its sweet and Cold insides,Belonged to Sleeping Beauty.Now the fruit is passedTo this frightened head of mine—A product of my raisingIn a culture I despise.Will I have the strengthTo dispose of doomed fruit?Or will I wait near the treeWhile the apple rots,For the shaky-handed archerTo join the witch and serpent?
Long Distance I want to talk to youTell you I love you, Stories you've already heard, Things you already know,But you appreciate hearing them.I want to make you smile.I want you to talk to meTell me about Your day, Your dog, Your friends I don't know,But still want to hear all aboutI want to hear you smile.I want you to callSo when we run out of things to talk aboutI can hear you breatheAnd pretend I can feel It on my neck.Because in realityI'd rather you cameThan called.But, for nowI'll wait. PenIn one hand PhoneIn the other.
Battle for a Beverage Into my fridge, I reach for a popAll of a suddenThey all start to drop!THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!As each can hits the floor.Desperately, I triedJust closing the door!The door wouldn’t budgeDespite my insistence,Each little can filled with spite and resistance!Knowing I’ve lost, I raise a white flag; The cylindrical militiaThen begins to brag.The opening growsAnd the troops thunder outNo organized rows,Just a murderous shout:They fought for their freedomJust beyond the door!But now they lie still,Dead on the floor!I set one aside, and claim it as mineI smirk as I think,“Until next tim
I am a Revolutionary Cartoon Heroes,And Captain Jack.Only time for “Left. Right. Back.”My calves are sore And my feet are flat.Eight hours, todayI jumped on that mat!Blinking arrows“Perfect!” or “Boo!”Only stop forMountain Dew.My knees are shotAnd my back is worseSo much fun, butWhere’s the nurse?Techno beatsAnd fast-paced thrills,But the fact remains”DDR kills.
Kat, Essentially I singLoudly,Terribly,And often,And always with a smile.I skip down the streetin the middle of the nightclaiming to be The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyesarm in arm with a friend.I anticipate chocolate bunnies.And I hug, bothtrees and strangers.I’m the kind of girl who loves her hometown,and can’t wait to leave it!I’m a hippie—a nerd and a gypsy.I blow bubbles.And I gigglewhile I study conspiracy theoriesand idolize Seuss and Thoreau.I’m quirkyand contradictory,but you love me…Because there’s just something aboutthe kind of girlwho eats ice cream in the rain.
The Shtick of Mother Culture “Join us—the Reverse-Darwinist Revolution!Empower the weak!Hinder human evolution!Make stars of the stupid,and belittle the brains!Selective breedingwhere nobody gains!Watch us move backwardwith each innovation!Gadgets make life easyso forget motivation!Be Dumb! Be Lazy!But not unattractive‘Survival of the fittest’means ‘The beautiful live’Medicate the dyingso they can reproduce!The diseases are now rampantbut empathy’s our excuse!So take a step forwardin the wrong direction!Be civilized, but be advisedwe recommend discretion.”
Chemistry and Physics For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.It seems that for some actionsthere are two:He sighs and whispers,"I love you."I smile and writedown the words.He's asleep next to me--I've got a notebook and some food.Equal and oppositebut perfect together.
No Prize for Noby Lies "Bo, grow your own!"Bo ran from the rows of growthwhich belonged to Rose.Bo knew Rose grew the grobiestNobies, but he wanted to win theGlobal Grobiest Nobies Contest.In order to grow the globe's grobiest Nobies, Bo needed to know Rose's groby Noby growing secrets.He didn't know what to do. The NobiesBo grows are rarely groby, so Bo stole into Rose's Noby grove,borrowed a bunch of groby Nobies,and brought them back home.But, Rose knows Bo stole Nobies.So if Bo's stolen Nobies win"Globe's Grobiest," Rose will know that Bo cheated."Oh, no!" thought Bo,"I've been beated!"
Curbside Supper He sits on the sidewalk, his head hung quite lowhiding the eyes that no longer glow.His hair is matted, white, and unkept;his only home is the box where he slept.His shoes show his toes that are blistered and bleeding;his short, grimy fingers clutch the paper he’s reading.The newspaper reads of a family who died.They burned in their home,his son and his bride.When somebody passes he tries to sit up,smiles a little,and raises his cup.The passerby continues ahead, unheeded,knowing completely his assistance is needed.His old tummy grumbled, and he seemed to get thinneras he closed his eyesand had da
soak. Nobody can love youLike a bubblebath canIt’s a long warm hugUnrivaled by manThe water happily tumbles downAs the tub fills to the brimYou add the bubbles and watch them startTo froth and foam and swimThose cheerful bubbles greet youAs you slip into their bashWith party guests discussingThis new, exciting splashYou soak up this lifeAs the focus of the show‘Til the all-nighters start to tireAnd decide it’s time to goThe crowd thins outAnd the warmth becomes coolAnd you’re realizing nowYou must exit the pool
A big 'ol pile of Haiku Golden leaf drifts downslowly on the gentle breezeand rests on crisp frost-A full moon peaks outfrom hidden cloud asylumto brighten the night-Jittery squirreljumps like a flying trapezeone branch to the next-Bright sun glares down onsmooth and untainted surfaceof white virgin snow-Seven bright colorsstretch across the sky in anoptimistic arch-Cold, unfeeling eyesas the snake squeezes its prey-a screaming green frog-A light, cheerful raintrickles down three times todayto refresh us all-Smell of Octoberpermeates the atmosphere-a chilly warning-Rumble from the skyseems angry at th
Some less traditional Haiku I can’t decide whether you are being deepor just plain stupid-Crushed and forgottenon the road to his successa worthy sacrifice-Soft cheeks redden atthe thought of a single kiss,but secretly wish-Social SuicideReputations, Personas:Encouraged Bullshit-Scrabble is the best of the games man’s created,speaking in cardboard-Hey, Fhqwgads,Yeah, I see you joshin’ meI asked Joe and Jake-Misled by the lighta birth canal’s no tunneland life ain’t heaven-Meatwad’s brain is outjust while he floats in Carl’s pooldon’t worry, it’s cool-Lover’s
Addict Haiku Colored shapes drop downslowly whilst I turn them ‘roundjust to fill those gaps-Each tetroid of fourhas a predestinationof one perfect fit-Where do the lines go?Is there a Tetris heavenfor well-behaved blocks?-My heart races,angry at the growing stack.I scream at its peak-I see my score risehigher than ever before,smile, and add ten points.
Inconsequential David David was a quiet little boy who sometimes laughed inappropriately. Other than that, he was typically silent. He was very shy and usually overlooked completely. Not that he was neglected; he got the standard amount of love from his parents and family. It’s not that they didn’t think much of David; they just didn’t give him much thought. He hadn’t, and to the best of everyone’s estimation, probably never would do anything that would impact anything or anyone, so why bother paying him any mind? The fact that he was generally unnoticed didn’t seem to bother him. Nothing really seemed to bother him. He did,
A Triple-Horned Mook Loopy looked at the triple-horned mook.She looked at the mook with a very strange look,because mooks don’t live on the planet Kalzook.Loopy lived on the planet Kalzook,but had seen a picture of a mook in a book.The book said a triple-horned mook, such as this,should live on a planet called Joobijanjiss.But Joobijanjiss was nowhere near hereand Loopy couldn’t missthe schoobus that would soon be here.So she took the mook with her on the schoobusin her bag, with her bookand tried not to look noobus.The driver of the schoobus, Mr. Cook,noticed Loopy’s noobus lookand asked if she forgot her book.“
So I was 16... Avoiding conformitywithout successno more originalsone big messpatent pendingpermanent pressfifty percent offthis summer dresscut only to fitDita Von TessNo such thingI don't believe It's a lieIt's the governmentIt's the windparanoid rebellionjust like the masseswho preach about celebritythen buy backstage passesEasy WaterPowdered MilkFree Air, sold in bulk
Consume and Dispose Paper PlatesPlastic cupsSporks and spoonsMongrel pupsNothing lastsShotgun blastsPsychopathsBubble BathsBlueberryButton-downCotton blendOwn it Now!Buy, Spend,Waste, DieCharge cardApple Pie?MemoriesTall treesRainy breezeEasy CheeseBuy Today!Throw away!New to You!Left-hand shoe
A Night Drive Framed by faded plastic,and through my freckled windshield,I see the orange sliverof a perfect moon.And in this chilling moment,the confusion of these times beside me,and my worries of the world cast off,of three things I am certain:I am in love,I am loved,andCreation is Beauty.
Memento With shaky hands And fumbly fingersI removed the memento Of our first year of love.It seems so long ago, nowThat you gave this gift to me.But when you took this necklace From its flawlessly engraved box And hung it sweetly around my neckI swore it would stayAs long as you didYesterday I said goodbye to youSo, today, the necklace too.I miss it already.
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