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30 May 2011 @ 08:13 pm
Is there any song that reminds you so much of an ex-partner that you can't stand to hear it? Details, please.

"Just a Taste" by Scary Kids Scaring Kids.

That song exemplified how I felt when my ex broke up with me the first time, almost three years ago. All I wanted was one more taste, and all he wanted was the girl that broke his heart.

"Now you can sleep, can you smile, too?" -- He told me, as he was ending our relationship, that he couldn't sleep at night, being with me while he was thinking of her, so that lyric just ripped out of me every time I heard the song after that.

Even now, at the final end to our relationship, and of my own doing, I've never felt such an emotional pull to a song as I did to this one when my first love broke my heart for the first time. This song is on many mixes of mine, but now when I hear it, it disgusts me a little bit. I wasted so much time on someone who never really loved me, and this song was there through every instance that should have been a red flag. It's a constant reminder of how hopelessly naive I was. Maybe I should listen to it more, lest I forget again.
Current Mood: pensivepensive
19 April 2010 @ 03:02 pm


Word Bank Exercise


from the word bank: “Icons: the past century is being summarized with a quick twist.”




The past century is being summarized with a quick twist:


On the seventh day, God rested,

but he woke up on the eighth day,

and boy was he pissed!


“So I take some time to recuperate

to make myself feel well.

I create the entire universe,

and you just let it go to hell.”


We hoped he’d have a sense of humor

see the irony in our stupidity,

but that was a little too optimistic.


“Falling flames would work, I think

or maybe storms and floods.

No punishment seems quite adequate,

and I’d rather see your blood.”


The vengeful creator was back

and he was intent on making us pay

for everything we ruined.


“You break it, you bought it

and you don’t have my currency

so I’ll take back what’s rightfully mine

consider this your ‘state of emergency.’”


We run and hide, but it does no good

to try and escape something

so amazingly powerful.


“Made of clay and dumb as brick

it’s time to strike the match.

Now excuse me while I cleanse the world

and begin building again... from scratch.”



19 April 2010 @ 02:58 pm

Text Poem Exercise


I never cry at funerals

I simply bow my head

My eyes become so vacant

I might as well be dead.

19 April 2010 @ 02:55 pm

One Nation, Under William Cutting

The Ultimate Draft


Smile! This new world is a happy place,

and we are this country’s adopted children.

In the land of opportunity, Liberty folds us into

a warm embrace-- a promise of sanctuary from

the cold fingers of poverty.


Tucked so snugly under the dragon’s wing

we never expect the flame.

America, America, with arms open wide,

promises us paradise... so long as we work for it.


Reach! This new world is a competitive place,

and we can only climb this ladder one step at a time.

To support the family and make a name, we must

do whatever it takes, and keep our smiles

growing along with their anger.


Tucked so snugly under the dragon’s wing

we never expect the flame.

America, America, with his suspicious eyes,

growls lowly in the face of variation.


Wait! This new world is a changing place,

and we can make it if we hold on tight.

Heads held high, just grin and bear it

for another day and maybe tomorrow will

bring some peace and tolerance.


Tucked so snugly under the dragon’s wing

we never expect the flame.

America, America, with fists clenching tight,

wants us all to drop to our knees.


Pray! This new world is a dangerous place,

and we are the arrow’s new target.

Each day brings another threat of violence

and another promise to ruin everything we built

with deft hands and high hopes.


Tucked so snugly under the dragon’s wing

we never expect the flame.

America, America, with a blade in hand,

explains sternly to his children,


“I will teach you to speak English with this fucking knife.”

19 April 2010 @ 02:52 pm

The Ballad of Jack And Rose - A Memory in the Tree House

The Ultimate Draft


In the creaking room, where you smiled

at me and your body felt so hot,

I wait patiently, alone, like a child;


wait calmly, unwavering, standing in the doorframe,

resolutely watching there,

as a bulb of bones and heart

settling roots between the floorboards

of your foundation.


Even so, I lust after your soul.

You are so sweetly romantic.

We dance on our rooftops

and ask to forget

your heart that sputters and dies


or to dry my fragile wings

or the bird we’ll free tomorrow

which will sing, sing, sing.

19 April 2010 @ 02:51 pm

Inconvenient Truth Exercise


It’s such an inconvenient truth

when told

“you brought it upon yourselves.”

But there is no denying it now,

he says,

“There’s a collision between



Between civilization...


And Earth.”


Speculating mouths say nothing

but typical

“The data says ‘it’s natural.’”

But next time you start to think

is it

“hot in here, or is it just me?”

Remember, remember,


“There’s a collision between



Between civilization...


And Earth.”

19 April 2010 @ 02:49 pm

Imitation Exercise



is this one song playing

within the narrow corridor of the church, playing

throughout the building’s peaceful, dark rooms

throughout the calm, empty courtyards, dull green

with quiet pastel colors.



are these two lovers, dancing

on the magnificent dance floor of the world, dancing

beneath heaven’s sparkling silver gaze,

beneath a soft, motionless curtain, deep blue

with a faint glimmer of white.

19 April 2010 @ 02:48 pm

There is an Octopus in my Nucleus!

The Ultimate Draft


I am unique amongst all molecules–

I can direct my own synthesis

(protein has got nothing on me).

Phosphorus, but no sulfur,

that’s the dead give-away.

Just take a phosphate,

add a sugar,

plus a base,





Deoxyribonucleic acid.

19 April 2010 @ 02:40 pm

The Covenant

The First Draft


The fateful words are seeping through.

I will hold the fear.

My heart is tired.

My heart is in mourning.

I am the heave and the gasp.

I am uncertain and in denial.

In my mind I take him

like a picture. I cut out

his final smile of ignorance.

I past his skin and his

hair line into all my memories.

I feel every dip and I will

color inside his lines with my sorry hand.

My ache and his release are one.

I am at the apex of reminiscence.


A loaded gun is

pointed towards my heart.

I feel a tearful gush

as the dam breaks inside.

Without this love I make a choice

to remain and without his strength

I forget what I was before and

without my life I will fail him.

He will look down from above me

and his sobs will throb

like heartbeats... Allow me

my faith and my will.

Allow me my resolution and my closure.

He was my god and my lover and

I will do it right.

and my fingertips tingled with death as though it were sleep.

I'm dead and screaming from the grave,
but I don't have anything meaningful to say.
Truth be told, darling, it's probably just better,
or at least better this way.
Underground became my home
centuries ago
so I know
I know you smell the decay,
but I'd like to hope these bloody fingers
could scratch away
and scratch a way
but you nailed this shut
and sealed it with a kiss.