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|Friday, December 11th, 2009|
I knew a girl named Josephine
Always said she was sick of the scene
Started going downtown when she was a teen
Getting into trouble, always so obscene
Her lungs were black,
like her eyes and soul
Paints on her makeup with a few lumps of coal
Bragged about the boys
she would kiss and tell
Never knew that back at home
she was living in a hell.
We all heard the stories
that something wasnt right
but we didnt know exactly what happened
to her at night.
Daddy liked the bottle and
mama couldnt stop him
a blow to the face
she would forget what would happen.
Josephine would creep home
ending her escape but
no mater what she did she
knew of her fate.
Silently slinking down the
length of the hall,
her drunk old daddy pinned her up
against the wall
The more she would fuss
the more he enjoyed it
he held her by the neck as
he ground into her hips
Help me mama
the words melted on her lips.
She had to endure
She had no choice.
Are you feeling better Josephine
slurred the mans dark voice.
When he finally pulls away he
gets in another hit
Get your hands off me you
worthless piece of shit
By now he’s exhaused
passes out on a chair
while Josephine’s going crazy
pulling chucks of her hair
Cries to her mom who is
too scarred to care
sex with your daughter isnt something dad should share
The next day at school
Josephine sits on the steps
trying to think of a plan she
hasnt thought up yet.
The girls think she’s trash and
the boys have all had her
So I go up to her and ask what’s the matter
Haven’t seen you around though
you do look a bit green
Do you mind if I ask what is wrong Josephine?
The look on her face told me to
hold back my tongue
Little did I know what my words
could have done.
She reaches in her bag and pulls out a gun
I drop all my books as I
break into a run
The kids at the school aren’t the target today
she says in a tone that invites me to stay
as she sticks the barrel in her mouth
and blows it away.
Are you feeling better Josephine?
|Saturday, November 28th, 2009|
You didn't lose your voice,
you never had one to start.
All your stuff is in a box -
I packed it.
High above my head -
like somewhere in the attic.
I ruined our favorite song with the black of my running mascara,
you soiled our memory with your infidelity.
Our picture has a tint of blood.
Have you wondered what true heartbreak tastes lke?
Well, here's my plate, I'm having seconds.
You cook such a great meal, what's for dessert?
Maybe you'll set my house in flames,
so delicious Emeril would be jealous.
|Friday, November 20th, 2009|
I'm sweating every inch of my skin
You're not sweating me at all
Tell your girlfriend someone's call her
You should probably leave her
You love her, you love her
but its been so many years
And she's starting to crack
That bitch ain't the same as she was freshman year
It's the night that we wait for
To make the great escape
when the darkness falls
I know I'll be holding you in my arms.
If I wait any longer
I know I will combust
Questioning my feelings, like
Is this only lust?
But the days since I have seen you
have passed me by so slow
it's tearing me apart inside
That's something you should know
Can we try this once?
We could work it out
I will work for you
of this I have no doubt
You could dry my tears
with the words you shout
Cause my back's against the wall
I'm only three feet tall
And I've never said the right thing
That made you want to call
|Monday, November 16th, 2009|
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young zombie who emerged from the hardened soil two days after burial. He wrinkled his nose at the renewed sunlight and took solace in the cool freeze that swept across the graveyard. Taking a step back, he stared at his tombstone. With his icy hard digit he etched the marble to appear as if he had never succumbbed to mortality. Pausing, so the wind would rid of the dust, he feigned a smile at his handiwork, and the work he has yet to do.
|Sunday, May 10th, 2009|
I wrote this in my diary three years ago, and I love it.
she said, "I want to spend the rest of my nights with you,"
he said, "you don't know how much pain we'd have to go through.
I can't make this work baby
You can't make this work baby
We can't make this work baby."
she said, "I want to see your jeans sprawled across my floor,"
he said, "girl i can't be like that with you anymore
this is bigger than both of us
and we both can't take it
i'm not gonna do it because I know I'll have to fake it
she said, "i got 20 bucks, that'll do us just fine. get you drunk and i'll make you mine,"
he said, "please, this will take more than a cheap box of win.
you know that youre in every minute of my day
and each shadow on the way spells out your name."
she said, "tell me what you want, boy, tell me what you need. i'll be as pretty as those girls on the covers of magazines."
he said, "red lips and a pout isn't what i need. its like a fish out of water; already done the deed.
physical attraction isnt what its about
make me hear music when you shout my name from your lungs when i'm deep inside you."
|Saturday, December 8th, 2007|
crazy. i still think of you. almost every day. i cant shake these feelings, no matter what i do. i still get that feeling when i see you. i still want us. we're so opposite, it could almost work. i wish you could see that.
You can never talk serious. You blow off every discussion when the subject turns to something you don't feel like talking about. And it's sickening. Sometimes I feel like distancing myself from when you do stuff like that. You treat me so bad, and you don't even realize. You say such cutting things to me, and you don't even realize. I could tape it for you, so you could see, and you still wouldn't admit it. You're not perfect. It seems like you are keeping things from me, and I think it may be on purpose. But I'm not going to give you the attention you crave.
i wish you wouldnt worship her.
i wish you knew what i knew, saw what i saw, then you'd really know. and hopefully, you'd change your mind.
|Wednesday, August 15th, 2007|
Okay, I found this in my purse. I wrote it sometime during the school year. Obviously it's not based on personal experience, because it has never happend to me, nor have I ever felt this way about somebody. But it would be nice, wouldn't it?
"There are a lot of things in life I do not know; like how to do a cartwheel, why cats are afraid of water, or why blue and yellow makes green. I've only been sure of one thing. Ever. My whole life I doubted myself, until you came along. I've never felt so sure or so right until that one precious day, freshly etched in my memory, when I looked into your deep brown eyes, and spoke those sacred three words. And when you said it back, my muscles relaxed, my jaw unclenched, my tongue falling softly back into its pallet, resting behind my teeth. You broke my heart that day, and it was right. I gave you a piece of my heart that I will never get back. I am with you forever. And then you gently pushed my hair behind my ear, and you cradled my face in your hands like I was fragile porclein. You looked into my eyes and leaned in. I close mine, and I swear, the world stopped. Your wet lips overcame my small, dainty mouth and I died. I died right there in your amrs and I am yours. Forever."
So I'm really stupid and sappy. I'm sorry.