sorry ripped this off tumblr and CANNOT figure out who the original poster was.
This hits me. I was not taught this. I was taught only one thing:
No sex before marriage.
Okay I thought teenage boys were just horny and it wasn’t *really* their fault if they just pushed and pushed until you gave in. I wish I wish I wish I would have known, when someone doesn’t respect the word”No” kick him the hell out of your life. Once I left for college I never had problems with this again. No one pushed it, because….
I make a point of ridding my life of anyone who is not good for me. I have made a business of leaving people behind.
I guess learning things the hard way is the best way to make the message stick.
do you accept these terms and conditions?
I should have made you
sign a contract
I promise this won’t mean
not even if I’m sober
not even on swingsets at midnight
river walks during floodstage
I promise you I won’t read between
I promise you I won’t give you my best
“let’s still be friends”
like an excuse
a bone thrown to the
most undernourished of dogs
(don’t treat me like
someone who needs
the pleasant lies of
this is not a disguise for
this is indifference
and we can have it
hmmm hmmmmm reading through some of my older poetry and it is VEH HEH HERRY interesting how I used to feel about certain things.
It bothers me that I don’t even remember who I was talking about at certain points.
sometimes the rain is easier to trust than whatever half assed sincerity you’re trying to sell tonight. what could be less complicated than two hydrogens and an oxygen? Science is honesty. You? More unpredictable than lightning, and I never stay in the same place long enough to get struck twice. You’re out.
I can only guess who that was about.
I’m so into this dude. I don’t know what to do with this level of vulnerability. I don’t even recognize my brain right now. ayeeee! bring it on, life! I am happy to throw some dice with you!
The song is Roll Right Over by Eye Alaska in case this gets deleted like the first time I posted it.
beautiful works of magic by The Magnetic Fields
and there you are
unconventional enough to
resuscitate my heart
the way you make me feel something like
13 years younger is
uncontrollable, manifested in
how I show you my art like
maybe you’ll tape it to your fridge
I am in complete admiration of
the way you hold adjectives and nouns
mangle them up and sew them together
in a colorful mass of
and I’m in constant
everything you do hits me hard enough to
shatter my communication skills
inhibitions and (oh now)
I’m a greedy child,
only three words saturating
something random, I haven’t been writing much lately that’s worth anything. I had a good weekend. my Bollywood (or Tollywood I guess they call it when it’s south India) dance for Diwali night went really well. met someone who has the capacity to make me actually wish I wasn’t single. but I’m sure that will pass. it always does.
you know those people who smile like the world is all theirs? These are the ones I can’t help but love.
I like happy people. and I’ve only really met two in the last three years that I’d classify this way. These people I just watch and watch and watch, because everything they do intrigues me. Confidence without arrogance is a rare and beautiful thing.
My heart has ADD.
random A.B. quote
“It seemed obvious to Bebe that she needed to remedy the situation, curb her spending. So she put away the bill and logged on to Amazon.com to look for a book on the subject. She did a search and found ShoppingStoppers: The Breakthrough Best-seller that Can Help You Curb Your Compulsive Shopping. She clicked on it. The book jacket appeared on her screen. Beneath the book jacket, the text said, ‘Customers who bought this book also bought…’ and then listed seven other titles. So Bebe purchased them all, along with a book about investing in Chinese artifacts. She logged off feeling tremendous relief.”
-Augusten Burroughs – Sellevision
In other news I’ve been listening to Taking Back to Sunday all day, (their 2002 album, Tell All Your Friends) and it just takes me back to my junior high days like nothin’ else. the first band I ever really loved.
One thing: “You have a great personality” is not a valid pickup line if you don’t actually know me. For real, the men of Fargo need to get some better lines. During these two minute interactions, you see a combination of what you want to see and what I want you to see.
Certain brands of confidence freak me out. It’s the predatory arrogance I can’t handle. It’s all because of a little book called Rose Madder by Stephen King. After reading this book I became very frightened of men who are too sure of themselves. (did you know you can download this book as a pdf?? I didn’t either: http://gpnp.net/backshelves.gpnp.net/the%20shelves/authors/Stephen%20King/Rose%20Madder%20-%20Stephen%20King.pdf)
And okay, I’ll be honest. I REALLY like being fed lines. I love being told that my smile is “radiant” and “lights up a room”. but come on. I know you’ve given this crap to a million other girls and I’m not going to fall for you that easily… I will however sit there with a big grin on my face consuming your flattery like a huge slice of apple pie.
Tonight I am dancing to a Bollywood song in front of a huge crowd of people. annnnnd I’m still nervous as anything so pardon me while I go practice.
there’s this thing where I get really into a guy and I think that if it ends I’ll curl up in a ball and die.
and then it ends.
and I don’t die.
two weeks later, I end up chasing another car. different color. same level of oh-em-gee preteen butterflies.
I am so lame. see I can sit here and observe all this happening, and I still think this is the exception. EVERY SINGLE TIME.
I’m not a freakin’ teenager. I am an adult. so they tell me.
what is WITH these poems??? mek;ladskd. people coming to my house. several that I have a crush on, which could make for an interesting night of Shakespearean proportions. The comedy! the drama!
well I could have been
but there is a
I was just intoxicated
I’m always getting drunk
on things that
metaphorically sloshed on
the snow, the rain,
frank sinatra songs
I got smashed on a swing-set
stabbing the sky
screaming into the
the way you believe
you can fly
for an infinite split-second
that night it was you
hits harder than an
harder than a
fifth of vodka