February 2010
60 posts
No poppies.
No sorries.
Maybe.
Beginning a phrase with maybe, has as much effect as if the phrase itself were never to occur. Maybe I will wake up tomorrow. I will wake up tomorrow. Ambiguity never serves to show determination.
Sharing the Pedestal.
our generation falling into the attraction of pop-culture. I say attraction, tongue in cheek. It’s humorous. Too much glitter and not enough interest. Too many homosexuals following the trends, following the stereotype of that gaga glitter fame fortune success aren’t all synonymous
letting others define success as they place it in front of your ravished, starved face
obsessing over...
January 2010
86 posts
The other day, I ordered something offline that promised to peel my skin off. It was some really strong acid , I believe. I just did it because I wanted to start over. Shedding skins has always been symbolic of beginning anew.
amorphous
amorphous organisms, people are they show you what they want you to see, and keep the rest in a foggy realm of their being. yet something always happens to me, where I find myself in that exact realm, with first encounters, i see what it is they don’t want me to, i know you offer nothing good to me purge purge a life is to save oneself.
Silken Person,
How easily some blend in to their surroundings, wandering through life unnoticed, just a gentle mist dissipating in the warmed, moist air, Silken persons, where have you gone, why do I always feel the one standing out,
At times,
I read over what I’ve written, and the words seem to have come from someone else. I wonder what or who possesses me whilst writing, and whether it’s for better or worse.
I run
to foreign lands, greeting , while meeting,
the news, new people, media, culture,
a seperate world entirely encapsulates me and I love that feeling,
recently England has been reaching out, beckoning me in claiming I can always just keep leaving these gents.
-Js
Humanity
Skies can’t truly be touched, limits do exist within the human race.
I need to find a way to go about changing this.
As they did, the first time they leapt from the plain, soaring through the sky, fingers widespread, soaking in the sky.
-Js
Shatter
Hurled up against the solid wall
pottery shatters
and in the pores
of the broken pieces
life finally escapes,
the breathe waiting to be released
has finally been set free,
speeding from its origin,
always hating from where it came,
fiery blue pottery,
burns hands at the touch,
for the human race
never can be fully trusted,
you have to pick each pottery piece
hand by hand
person by...
You see
The thing is,
so many people claim to have this great
yearning
for distance
for a ‘fresh start’ or new faces or a once in a lifetime
experience
yet all they ever do
is sit
and talk
and talk
and discuss
chatter, ramble, jargon
sitting there,
growing old and bothersome,
they never do anything.
So I suppose my point is
and why I deviate away from my regular writing style
...
followers
31 of you !
means the world to me.
Some of you I know personally
some of you I barely know at all,
surprised & overjoyed to know you
find solace
and interest within the spaces of my writing,
thank you all !
Dignified.
he attempted to make an advance
on me
too bad no one warned him
my acrid self
reacted like acid on his psyche, on his dignity.
Disclaimer-
Any typos, ”words that don’t exist”, words out of context, etc. are all intentional. I review all of my poems before sending them off into the world. So look for the meaning behind it, find your own meaning, find no meaning at all,
Unrelentless.
I see
why Dali
wanted to do,
and did,
what he did,
for it’s easier to lead a life
with riches,
than no life,
yet rebellious life !
Not taking what those around you claim !
Oh in your younger years,
you looked onward whimisically and wistfully,
of all the changes we have in our minds,
keep them well groomed and maintained
and never
quit the thinking of the youth,
...
Looking back.
I can only hope,
that years from now,
as I lay across from someone
who means the world, is my life, to me
i won’t have him looking back on my photo
wishing to know
what took place
in the depths of my mind.
-Js
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Inspiration
always rests on so many’s lips
as they chatter on about what it is they want to be inspired,
to order
recently, their words regarding ‘inspiration’ have become louder, more dull,
oh you allusive fog ! Inspiration !
-Js
Poor little boy Born without a heart and only brains to compensate Poor little boy Living a life of ruin and Leading a life of apathy Poor little boy Stuck in soceity’s expectations and never forming any of his own.
-Js
I’ve got a fire in my eye a passion in my heart no, multiple fires paired with multiple passions. For we are human, it’s what we do. We become passionate over life And all of its intricacies.
-Js
I will treat you all with respect. I will show everyone kindness. Not because of karma or manners or societal rules, but because it’s the right thing to do .
-Js
It’s not vain saying they aren’t aware of what rare, unique, kind of person you are when they are with you. It’s simply the truth. It’s simply their ignorance; their selfishness. Self respect. -Js
And there is always going to be something that draws me to foreign countries. I give myself up. Let it take me away and never give me back.
-Js
Matter.
Brains spread across the pavement,
we’ve always wanted to go anywhere,
up is where.
Excercise.
Body temperature
heat, eyes falling,
steady rhytym as the fluorescent lights wash
over my pallid complexion.
In fact, everything seems pallid ,
paled, by this light.
A bit laboratory-esque,
as I run up and down,
canrun save life
not now
Js
1 tag
Freddie: We’d be good together don’t you think? Effy Stonem: No. Freddie: Why not? Effy Stonem: Because I’ll break your heart. Freddie: Maybe I’ll break yours. Effy Stonem: Nobody breaks my heart.
Belief.
I told her I respected those
who commit suicide,
they took their life in their hands,
spit out the age old adage
threw caution to the wind,
and decided that anything is better than their current situation and they would no longer stand for it.
-Js
Not knowing things.
Not knowing what to do
in certain relationships,
is that some sort of package
each teenager receives in the mail ?
Unwittingly, unknowingly rips it open
only to discover that all that is in there
is naievety ?
I suppose so.
I suppose we all learn the necessary lessons sooner or later,
it’s just so tragically unromantic
that i’ve already learned so many lessons,
...
How to get to know a person:
spend less than one hour with them
spend more than 24 consecutive hours with them
buy them a small gift you would absolutely love to own, and gauge their reaction
have constant and consistent dialogue (if you find yourself unable to tolerate it, then that’s that)
get to know their friends (applying these same exact rules, resulting in a never ending, constantly expanding tree of...
Chris was the best.
Chris: "Where are all my grapes?"
Cassie: "Anwar ate them all"
Chris: "Oh, well he's a grapist"
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Hours before he died.
And wild horses
couldn’t drag me away.
wild horses
couldn’t drag me away.
What we need to realize.
We don’t need a significant other
to make our lives significant.
In fact,
they tend to decrease its’ level
-Js
Tea
if i pour a cup
of tea.
Nothing bothers me,
what matters,
forget all the pestering
issues.
I’ve not ever met a problem
a cup of tea couldn’t solve.
Problems lying underneath.
Standing,
Hair,
Red,
multitudes, flapping around my face,
my favorite field of
wheat, barley
stretching around me,
breathing , air, oxygen filtering in through my open eyes,
burning in my eyes,
something fresh and
alive,
viscuous, yet air
I blink,
and burst into flames.
-Js
When English can't suffice.
I like to transfer over
into speaking spanish with you.
A new frontier.
Some work in that odd, opposite way
they pull those who push them away
and they push those who pull them close
they show love to those who least deserve it
and hate to those to those who love.
When I have trouble sleeping,
I close my eyes,
take deep, long breaths
and imagine my bed
floating along a river,
which feeds out into the ocean,
and then before I know it,
I am laying atop my luxurious matress,
caressed by the waves around me,
and the warm, salty air.
All I wanted,
was for him to experience complete loneliness.
Absolute desolution.
I wanted to douse his forest in gasoline,
light up a match,
and flick it in.
Watch it all crash down,
in a smoldeiring rubble.
Those that bother me,
I always wish they fall apart from the inside out.
A trait I need to change about myself.
Or learn to hide it bettter.
Irksome pests.
If you loathe something about someone
leave it be
don’t let it pester you.
Just let that something reside in that someone
and soon enough,
it’ll shoot them in the foot.
Oh there will be blood.
-Js
virginiawoolf asked: you asked for criticism a while back and i wish i could offer you some, but i find your writing simply lovely the way it is. i enjoy reading your posts immensely!
Futuristic.
Things change in the blink of an eye,
a thousandth of a milisecond,
we don’t realize this,
you can pretend to acknowledge it,
and shout
” oh yes ! I see it all ! I am well aware of the future and its mystery ! Such allure !”
But no,
all the theatrics in the world
can’t convince me,
for no one can grasp what is to happen next,
that’s the...
François de la Rochefoucauld