No words. (I graduated)

In the beginning there was a book and an ocean.
The ocean expanded, pulsated, and began to breath.
It became a blue made for questioning.
The book sat silent and empty.
It was in danger of becoming a metaphor.

When she stumbled across the book her first thought was how holy.
Her second thought was pure greed.
She read the nothingness in the book and followed it indisputably.
The ocean swirled around her ankles at her ignorance.
She stumbled into the water and drowned.

When he staggered upon the book he picked it up and asked why?
The demand of the book was that there was no wonder.
There were only blank pages like blank faces.
He filled it with thoughts of sea glass and the aquatic.
Imagination grasped and clung as sand to skin.

The ocean was soft as he floated into knowledge.

5 Steps to Disintegration

Step 1: It was a marriage of convenience.
When the bride kissed the Groom,
The black veil slipped:
Watch it, Groom’s come undone.

Step 2: The house is a precious gift.
My husband smiles callously.
The hypocrisy! He undulates to the sky.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really, really, sorry.

Step 3: The sidewalk opens up to devour everything.
Wonder if she’ll miss me.
The sidewalk sucks the color from the night.
I don’t care, I tell the dog.

Step 4: They refurbish the house,
To refurbish their souls.
Wild reds and luscious greens
Are replaced with a conservative blue.

Step 5: Shall I tell you a story?
It’s about a suitcase and a lunatic,
And how everything turned into a conservative blue.
The sidewalk swallows everything.

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mon masterpiece, no?

oh dear.

i think i'm in love.

Vinchen is a street artist with a message. His work is both ironic and truthful. I quite like him, and so should you.

I am quite cursed. That aside, this is called 'The Body.' Suggestions for new title welcomed.

i'm ruptured whole and am considered
inadequate
as my
amygdala slides through the trachea drops to my ventricles falls through the aorta plunges to my diaphragm hits the esophagus crashes to my phalanges there is no hope
may i hold something over your cranium?
may i remind you of your neuron imbalance?
and yet you sit
and watch as
my septem separates from the left atrium from the right ventricle from the bicuspid from the tricuspid from the pulmonary semilunar valve

i love you (stupid cerebral cortex)
i love you (imprudent Broca’s area)
i love you (damned frontal lobe)
i love your unfunctional mind and functional body and

fuck

this is all a metaphor for unrequited love.

One day

One day I'll kiss you and it will be a mistake and it will be wrong and I will be in trouble and you will be in trouble and there will be a huge fall out and words will be exchanged and maybe some 'shits' and 'fuck yous' and questions will be raised on friendships and trusts will be broken and there will be tears and apologies that may not be accepted.

But sometimes the juice is worth the squeeze.

History Class

It was a brazen move
In the history room
And tangerine saliva
Sloshed with orange spit.

Fact:
The Mongolians used citric fruits
As we use tic-tacs.

Altered by the physical moment
Caused by a re-occurring theme in history
(Think: Antony and Cleopatra
The Taj Mahal
Napoleon and Josephine
Aspasia and Pericles)
Finished by an enraged teacher
Was it worth it?

Tirade subsequent to tirade
principleparentteacherparentteacherteacher
yellcryscreamhowcouldyou?
separation: disconnection: partition:

this nonviable dream is what you fear?
this collapse into chaos?
this dense sentiment?

Don’t;
and, for the record,

I’ll take oranges over Altoids
Any day.

Dear World,

I am sorry about this whole America thing. What with the war and our idiot president and Rush Limbaugh and so many people killing the enviroment, not to mention such travisties as "The Real World" and "The Hills," you must think we Americans are a silly lot.
World, I am here to tell you not all of us are.
And those that voted in Bush probably regret it now. Because by now they'e realized how jam-packed with awesomeness he is not.
So, World, remember that there are some semi-intelligent Americans out there who are trying to do something.
With the deepest Sincereity,
Heather D.