Posts Tagged ‘I don’t write poetry’

For Kirsten

Saturday, August 1st, 2015

I told you so

There is nothing
So precious
As a sisterhood
That softly cautions
Of ones ability
To disregard
Our profound knowing
Instead, to fill
His jagged caverns
Brimmed in untapped dark
With the naive light
Of our hopeful
Imagination

Friday, September 12th, 2014

I am no longer
Paralyzed
By the prospect
Of outgrowing you

I don’t want to play.

Thursday, May 9th, 2013

Everywhere I turn and look
Someone around is telling me
How the only way to keep good relationships
is to be playful
And the only way to be a real woman
is to not care about being sexy

Everywhere I turn and look
Someone around is telling me
That the only way to make money from my art is
to spend every waking minute of my life
pouring my soul into the laps of strangers and
asking them for handouts

Everywhere I turn and look
Someone around is telling me
How the only way to be good for the people around me
is to think positively always
And the only way to salvation
is fucking love
love
love.

Fuck love.

I don’t want to be playful.
I want to fucking screamcry
like an angry
raging baby and
slam my door
in your smiling fuckass face.

I don’t want to have to overcome
being fat
or haggard
or missing a fucking limb
so you can see I’m a worthwhile
deep person
because I have a fucking persecuted vagina
that men want but are afraid of
and I know
how to put on eyeliner

I don’t want to pretend
that I’m not a fucking introvert
who wants to be paid first
and loved later
for my god damn
soul sucking
work

I don’t want to pretend
that the first thing I see
when someone tells me a lie
or fucking hurts me
is their god damn good intentions

Fuck your good intentions.

I don’t want to pretend
that love is the be all
end all
of what life is about

Even if
that means
you’ll find someone else
to play with.