8.0

how stupid

I can't finish my stupid stupid poem.

stupid. gr.

I gotta come up with at least two more stanzas by monday

and i have to make it decent enough that I don't feel totally terrible about sharing it with my creative writing class. IMPOSSIBLE. Coal may be able to transform into a diamond, but CRAP will never do that.

7.1

profanity

community

sanity

vanity

obscurity

cohesively

Babushka dolls, and light brown walls stained with fresh profanity

a Polaroid of a birthday cake sitting on the vanity,

next to matches, pocket watches and a rusty can of beer

I grew up here, I grew up here

everything's just the same.

A neighborhood of mirrors. There's glass on all the lawns.

Everybody's watching but everybody's gone.

Shed the trailer, leave the shell

so no one's home but you can't tell.

Everything's just the same.

Each mailbox has it's flag up and a name.

7.0

One thing's for sure, they loved me

At least I think that's what it's called

when they pre-write your biography

then leave you to fend for yourself

living off of Poptarts and insecurities.

6.3

The world should just end already so we can all be cartoons.

6.2

If you sit down and stare

at the marks on your hands,

would you realize that

you want to leave,

but you can't?

because you took too long,

things are different now.

Letting go would be harder for everyone.

PLAN:

Live to be 600, get a Ph.D

And maybe someday, somehow,

someone might be proud of me

they'll put me in a a Coke can,

chuck it somewhere in the sea,

blink a bit, wipe their nose

but as far as crying goes

I doubt that's a goodbye for me

6.1

"You never know what you've really got until it's gone."

whoever said this, I hate them. Because they were probably the type of person who's always right when it comes to life the universe and everything.

You know, that's probably why we don't know who said that in the first place. Anyone that brilliant would have either been killed or lived incognito all their life, or committed suicide.

I mean, what's the point of being brilliant if you're gonna be a hermit that doesn't even room with Sasquatch and ends up dead too early?

poor person...

I've decided I don't hate him/her anymore.

6.0

my iPod has a pimple.

There's a little black dot smack dab in the middle of the screen. It doesn't show up when the iPod is on, but when it's off you can see the it. It's darker than the rest of the screen. My computer-geek uncle said that it's just water that got into the screen, and I should just leave my iPod out in the sun or under a desk lamp and the zit will go away.

Problem:

It's winter now, so not much sun.

I have no desk lamp. My Pixar lamp is broken

and besides,

it's kind of cool.

It looks like a little black hole.

How cool is that? Having a black hole on your iPod screen.

5.1

don't open the door,

I'm not stupid,

not stupid enough to get hit by a back draft.

don't open my mouth,

I'm not an idiot,

not foolish enough to feed the flames.

just sit there, right?

it's not worth the fight.

not the stinging

or ringing

left in my ears at night.

so just shut up and sleep,

you're a lucky one.

headphones exist,

count electric sheep

and tomorrow might be better,

what's stopping you from hopes and dreams?

but don't be surprised to come home

to the same

5.0

je ne comprands pas

je ne comprands pas

je ne sais pas

je ne sais pas

je suis Kleenex

je suis une traduction américaine

surexploitées et saccagé

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