Haiku

The world is cruel
My heart does not bleed for you
Go suck on an egg

Mondays are weak sauce
They burn like ten thousand suns
Should've stayed in bed.

Three poems. Warning: Just a bit on the angry side.
Well, i just got done writing a paper a little while ago for my advanced comp class, and yeah. I'm a bit fired up. So i wrote some more.

"tired of the same"

stupid head,
stupid broken brain
if i was a real girl
i'd like pink
i'd be exactly the same

and everywhere i go
they all sing the same refrain:
have you no self control
girl, have you no
no shame?

because you can't just open your mouth
and say those things you say
you simply cannot up and
tip the world around
that way

and everywhere i go
they always make me pay
honey, pink makes me sick
and i'm disgusted
with being ashamed

cuz i didn't build this head,
cuz i didn't build this brain
and i can't help but be myself
and she can't just stop
and be the same

these days i just can't stop
and listen to their blame,
no more than they will stop
and listen to my rage.

"shook"

so i started to get angry
hoping my writer's block would break
and then i got so mad
that my hands started to shake

they shook so bad for so long
that i was afraid to move my pen
and when i thought about how scared i was
i got angry all over again

it's not that i hate women,
and i don't even hate guys
it's just that sometimes i can't understand
how the human race survives

when we're all so very stupid,
and we're content to close our eyes
and we live each new century
through the last century's lies

and when i try to think it through
i get so mad all over again
that i can't even make a logical sentence
travel from my brain to the open end

and it makes it even worse because
all this time i waste and shake
there's a world i want hear my words
and an order i want to break.

"chances"

hey, guys,
i'm really frustrated.
and you don't want to know why,
but i'm going to go ahead and say it.
you don't have to listen,
i know you won't anyway.
but i came here to talk,
and i'm going to say what i've got to say.
you know that i'm tired of everyone
in the world thinking that they're better than me.
and i'm really getting sick
of hearing myself agree.
so i'm here to take a chance,
to stand up and open my mouth
so at least i can say that i tried
to get my life all sorted out.
i am woman, go ahead
and hear me roar.
i'm just a girl, but honey,
i am so much more.
and this a world where there is just
no room to be a chick
and want anything at all that's been
portioned off as in the realm of dick.
and everything outside of being a girl
belongs to being a man
so when i admit to wanting more
i'm in trouble all over again.
but i came here to talk,
and i'm going to say what i've got to say,
so just cuz you're all mad at me now
doesn't mean i'm going away.
to tell the truth, i think
that i'm just as capable as you
and i know that i can match
you in everything that you do.
and i don't care much for borders,
and i don't care much for lines
if you want to know what i want,
all i want is what is mine.
all i'd like is for you to stop
trying to tell me that my skin
determines what kind of oppurtunities
i should be given.
so yeah, you're kind of right to say
that you think i want the world
because i want to make it safe
to live on this earth and be a girl.
but guys, i'm really frustrated,
and i know you don't want to hear it,
but look, this world vision i have,
i know we're nowhere near it.
and i know this dream i have,
it's pretty far away.
but honey, we got to start out somewhere,
and that's what i came here to say.

"Child's Fight" (this fight is b/t 2 boys)

"So you've come to fight me, I see."
That tiny boy said to me.
"Well, I know I can take you.
I can clobber you into big boy stew.
The lunch ladies at school, you know the ones w/ big hair,
will enjoy such a good treat to give to the children there.
They'll put your stew in an oven,
serve you in paper cups, and give you out by the dozen.
Your parents will wonder where you went,
but they'll never know, becuz I won't give them a hint.
I've got lots of weapons, millions in store.
So don't come any closer, or I'll make you mighty sore.
My hands can punch faster than anyone on earth
so don't try to block me, it won't work a cent's worth.
I can fly too, faster than any superman,
so know this now, you won't be able to get away as fast as you can.
My strength is more than that of the incredible hulk
that even he loses against me, and then goes off to sulk.
So now that I've told you all of this, what do you have to say?"
I looked at the tiny boy in front of me, laughed, and kindly walked away.

Haiku

Office supplies scarce
Satan only works HR
Not office admin

Local Wal-Mart staff
are hydrocephalic dwarves
suffering from mange

Thank-you Doom for your concern,
I do share your pain,
For I had a nasty premonition,
But it wasn't the same.
I think that she was accosted,
By a big, red roo,
It was the same carniverous variety,
That I discussed with you.
Seen frequenting urban areas,
It is about 10 geet tall,
But it is well camoflauged,
You won't see it at all.
It preys apon the yound and effervescent,
Lying in wait so still,
Until a tasty morsel ventures near,
And Buffy fitted the bill.
So, until we hear from Buffy,
Let's occasionally pray,
She has escaped the vampire roo,
And will see another day.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz

What do you look
for what do you
see, when you watch
the sunset bleed
into the clouds
and fade away…
does it leave you
with something to
say, do you see shapes
or patterns, such
things as
bumblebees
and hummingbirds
the size of F-14s,
Could you tell me
what you see,
could you explain
the taste of a zinfandel
without words of
pedigree,
can you draw
a line in the sand
and not cross yourself,
or is this definitivist
reality built on a
foundation
of imagination,
where we decide
what is left and right
up and down,
the sky the ground,
and weave a reality
out of tendrils of thought
to create life
wrought with passion,
which makes me ponder
why I see the
colors of the rainbow
bleeding from the silver linings
of every cloud I see.

Humdehum... these were all written at approximately the same time... which seems to have been somewhere around 11 pm on New Years' Day. Actually, the first two might have been written the day before, but who knows (all saved to the same file, you see).

Enjoy.

Comments, etc, appreciated as always.


"gifting"

these moments you give me
that take me apart
and put me back together again
the wrong way
i cherish them every moment
i cherish them every day

"effort"

i got some rope
tie it tight
i got a knife
some cloth
a kite
i bet i can fly
you bet that i can't
guess i'll have to
guess i'll just have to try
it sure has been nice
wasting all your time
but it's gone by it's
time to fly

"breakdown by analysis"

sedate me in an attempt to tame me
dave thinks if you try hard enough
you could probably make me
into another one of your smiling
zombies
the trick is not to try
it's to let me do it on my own
let me break my own pride
down into another set of chemical
lies
d-n-a, yeah, sing it
g-e-n-e, i forget how to spell it
genetics!
yeah


"frustration/love"

find a flaw
dig beneath your skin
i want to be a part of
you won't let me in
let me take
your problems away
chew them up and spit in
your eyes are so gray
so blue so much a part
of everything i don't know
but want a piece of you and
your presence makes me slow.

"deadlines"

eleven pm
and i really shouldn't wait
sleep's calling nyquil's running
school's tomorrow and can't be
late
couldn't you show up
just a little sooner these days
need your miracle need your cynical
want your you but sleep can't
wait.