Toothless

A missing tooth
How uncouth
Couldn't teak the heat
Wouldn't except defeat
Started with a shove
Escalated thereof
When choked he cowered
He thought he was overpowered
Brought out THE knife
To end a life
Stopped on the dime
To end a crime
Knife taken away
Didn't have his way
Head slammed in
Blood took a spin
In the aftermath
A need for a bath
Insisted for it back
Apparently on crack
Asked to leave
Couldn't perceive
Eventually settled
Everyone felt nettled

Fading

Waiting for the answer
Ain't no dancer
Can it work?
Stuck at the fork.
Left on the ground
No where to be found
Pick up the pieces?
Without any teases
Yet theres still a smile
Atleast for the while
Last in the moment
Having no cent
Or a clue
Of what to do
In the long run
Not much fun
As what it could be
With another from the sea

Philosophy

Trying to learn in the back of the class.
3 hours long and not moving fast.
Philosophy as thought by my good buddy Plato.
Without this computer this class would be fatal.
Just a little writing to make my time burn.
Helps me stay awake and lets my thoughts churn.
It's not very much just an expression of self.
I escape to a place with goblins and elfs.
Something to distract because this is too much
The body and soul. How they differ and such.
Please stop the questions to which there's no answers
Hearing "pious" again will soon give me cancers.
As Ken Kesey said, nothing does last.
So I'll try to learn in the back of the class.

I wish the kitchen forks would stop flying,
I’m sick of picking up silverware.
I thought love was supposed to be beautiful.
The thick long strands of hair on my scalp
are now short and thin,
because scissors seemed glamorous when my eyes went dim.
Food is so tasteless now;
the taste buds on my tongue have gone dead,
because I’ve kissed a man who could’ve been dozens of women instead.
Waking up in a place I’ve lived in,
for so many years became so foreign,
because every night I’ve dreamt that I fell asleep in yours.
So is this what love is made for?
To eat at my senses, making my perceptions so unclear?
Is love so that I could realize that
I actually have no desire of staying here?
Love will be the death of me.
I’m terrified to fall in love, I’m afraid it’ll tear me apart,
so until then I’m going to forge my feelings,
in order to spare my beating cold, heart.

He likes what he likes

Pop open the cap and slurp on the suds.
He's only got rhythm when he feels the buzz.
Is it about medicating or running from guilt?
I'm advocating he's hiding in filth.
"Let me get dirty and the eye's will not see
All of these past actions relating to me."
He carries regret in an old tattered sack.
Walks down the road always looking back.
With a bottle in hand and a numbness that cures
Life becomes bland if he does not blur.
He wants to forget with the wheat and barley.
Just let him get wrecked so he can feel sorry.

Esta Chica

I saw her standing there
Unknowing, unaware
I tried not to stare
Why not start a chat
Talk about this and that
Get a better look at
Who she really is
So I issued the quiz
To find out her biz
Find out where her beauty has come from
And then I went numb
She was fluent in what I want to become
Wanting her to talk dirty
Oh she was flirty
And very perty
Una chica de Ecuador
I now adore
And want to allure

Who is Me

So you want something good?
Because you know I could
Always expect the best
What about the rest
Is it always amazing
In your mind tazing
And what I could produce
Cohorting with Dr. Seuss
And his crazy creatures
With obscure features
A who-dis and who-dat
A me-you and me-spat
It doesn't make sense
Fallen over the fence
Into the land of unreal
Fallen for the spiel
And never return
The portal has burned
Now you're more strange than the who's
With all their funky dews
You're more weird than the me's
When all they do is weeze
The biggest misfit of them all
Better to pick up the ball
And become their king
To who they will sing.

Time

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It's business as usual and time was flying through the air

While the few with their heads still attached still pretended they cared

But

Life was only the zoo we made it out to be

Time is all in our minds

Love will always be free

So

Listen to the music of your friends, or enemies

The world may be wild and scary

And loud and angry

Or be bitter but..

Who Cares?

Our land is made of opportunities,

And melodies,

And pockets,

Of PEACE.

I wish my mirror could talk to me

And tell me to stop thinking of silly things

To stop pinching my sides

And rubbing my eyes

Picking at my face

Making sure my teeth are straight

And white

Because I'm judged by my smile, right?

I wish it would tell me

That not everyone sees

All my insecurities

In fact, they probably aren't aware

In fact, they probably don't care

I wish my mirror could talk to me

And tell me what my favorite people must think

When they see that I'm quiet

And constantly hiding

Someone once told me that I have to stop being silent

Apparently it scares people away

I can't help that I'm shy

But I'm judged by my lack of words, aren't I?

I wish it would tell me

That I don't need to be perfect

Because nobody is

In fact, we are all so far from it

In fact, nothing was to begin with

I wish my mirror could talk to me

And criticize my views of myself

The ones I cling onto

That probably aren't true

Those that put me in a light I'm not used to

Yes, I do think I'm cool

Though I don't know if it's how I act

But I'm judged only on how I live.. fact?

I wish it would tell me

To stop worrying all the time

If there's any truth left in my lies

In fact, I can't even tell anymore

In fact, I should just break my damn mirror.

Writing Just to Write

Writing just to write.
Because of the peacefulness at night.
Because everything been done before
Because I'll forget where I'm from by 4-
in the morning in the silence of an empty bottle of wine
A bunch of scribbles and sketches crossed out with lines.
This is fine.
Let me sit and pretend I care.
Pretend I have motivation to organically prepare
The best damn story that girl ever read,
Like a tree in her head that perpetually sheds
The same source of light that can make her smile.
That would let me escape this pathetic denial
Of all of these things that I push away.
There's no use! It's been done! I would say.