The Writer meets the StripperNarcissists will panderto the one-way mirror,sycophants fall in love.
The Flutter VelocityI didn't know the bridge would fallor that the water beneath could consumethe last structures of an identity,when held still I don'tfight anymore.The architects were ignorant.I make gills and breathe,submit to pressure,the last car to fall is black.I don't care anymore.The shore persists.
To a NihilistYou are a collection of atoms expressing sentimental miscellanea, introverted processes designed by coincidence to always prove the theory of chaos,I am unstable,but you are decomposing. I wonder,sometimes, if you contemplate futility or peaceor constance or value or the fate of our mortalityin a universe that holds its dead starsfor millennia, a history of dust,implosions,but then I remembereveryone does.And that is what you never learned, never sought to.
And The Silver SpoonMy associative prismhas lost a coloror a shade,a shape of long grassfrom the eyes of a spun child lying.I collect evidencefor naivety,none,but without abscence.The blades trippedinto each other,water beads,laughter,shiny leather shoes.
Blue DreamI discovered a manwho makes me feel incomparablethe same way Columbus discovered America:he existed beforehand and was probably better offwithout a directionally challenged sociopath,no matter what those Thanksgiving craftspeddle to Neoamerican children.Regardless, his persistence withstood my apathetic exterior,and I like his music even if I don't say it,"You're okay," translates to something meaningful,"Pretty great," says exceptional, "I'm really senstive," adresses that he knows what he's doingwith his tongue, his lips, his cock,and ten competent fingers,but now I'm making excuses. I have a big nose,countable ribs, narrow hips, an ass like a sheet of drywall,a shipful of charisma, countless manipulations,social ineptness, political anxiety,and over a thousand pages of writing, which,for the record,in case he doesn't get it:that's a lot of emotional bullshit,and about half of it is melodramatic, petty,unsubstantiated stories about my life
Muon neutrinoSome number of daysbecome one: a thought bound togetherby the number of pills I took, 12 on Wednesday,you forgot Thursday, when God lets his head resta blackhole forms,and you ask for your poems back.Maybe I took a reflection gold like yours,a few back hairs, the phone you bought, a German market,your accent, but my hand was possessed:I spun a new era,knocked around plastic bottlesand shattered a dropper. My lines were perfect,nothing like the fizzy bits of an atom,when your car never started,a roach on the nightstand,my eye imploded,but I send my poems back.The ones on napkins, dollars, candy wrappers,unduplicated sinews of sex, laughter,or just an amphetamine,your smile--You were always better. And betteris impossible to swallow,light's always faster,and when God blinks,nothing happens.
To A Goth Girl's MomDear mom,when I went outyou told me to be goodso I’ll make sure to only kill one or two people!Dear mom,when I leftyou told me not to stay out drinkingI”ll make sure to bring my dinner home then!Dear Momon my way outyou told me to stay safedoes that mean I should play with poison instead of bombs?Dear MomI said I was boredyou said to entertain myselfso is it ok if I burn the house down?Dear mom,when I headed outyou asked if I was going to wear thatYou're right, I should be wearing this corset with my other miniskirt thanks!Dear mom,this morningyou told me I can’t have Ice cream for breakfastyou're right, I can’t eat it without a good serving of blood on top!Dear mom,a few minutes agoyou told me to clean up after myselfSorry I didn’t mean to leave a body in the bathtub.Dear Mom,you saidyou always know when I’m lying…I was telling the truthDear Mom,You told meyou can’t believe I did thatI’m sorry I k
HopeI hope that everything improvesI face happy my problemsI know that a great future awaits meIf you have cried if I hurt, it no longer mattersI went through everything you can imagine, I am not the same moreI'm betterMy destiny is not rightI have a lot to doBut everything seems clearer and happyOne day I will find lasting happinessSomeone who makes me laughSomeone who makes me happy
If you can....Best to dance if you canwhile you canfor you never know when your legs might fall off.Best to sing if you canwhile you canfor you never know when you might go deafBest to enjoy the beauty in the world if you canwhile you canfor you never know when you might go blind.Best to play an instrument while you canif you canfor you never know when your hands might fall offBest to live while you canif you canfor you never know when it all might end.
Key to HappinessThinking happy thoughts doesn't work.Relaxation doesn't work.Spending eighty percent of my life angry or crying.But now I think I've found my key to happiness.Food
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Te amo JadeAntoni: Hola soy Antoni...pues verán yo soy un chico tranquilo...am...como todo ser humano con defectos pero yo creo que mi peor defecto fue entercarme con un chica que solo era, es y será solo mi amiga...bueno...como siempre dice: "tranquilo si esperas a la chica ideal, ten pasiensa...", y ahora ya se lo que es amar....me enamoré denuevo...¿de quién?...pues de la mejor chica que me sacó de un pozo en el que me undí, es la mejor chica...la amo con toda mi alma..jamás nadie me separara de ella...te amo...simplemente...te amo..., te prometo que si me dejas que curé tus heridas del pasado...te ayudaré a amar denuevo...por eso te digo...TE AMO¡¡ JADE¡¡ *gritando*....TE AMO¡¡¡ NO ME IMPORTA SI ESTÁS LEJOS YO TE SIENTO AQUI PRESENTE¡¡¡ TE AMO¡¡ MI CORAZÓN¡¡¡...bueno...eso es todo lo que te quería decir...mi amor....Pd: Espero que me respondas....te amo.
Hemingwaywas half-right—write high;edit high;proofread sober.