today is a day to put on a hat

today is a day to put on a hat

no smile, no nod, no small talk – fuck that

today is a day to be MAD at the world

for making you this utterly unkissable girl

today is a day to think about that moment

when everyone laughed and you felt so alone and

today is a day to revert

wear jeans and sneakers and a movie quote t-shirt

today is a day to feel the spots on your skin

and weirdly wish to be 14 again

when to be insecure was how you were supposed to feel

and money and boys and careers weren’t real

today is a day to protect your dreams

sew yourself up, fix the rips at the seams

today is a day to say fuck that

today is a day to put on a hat

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What more is there to write about?

Write more about me, he urges

A fury deep within her surges

She yells out

What more is there to write about?

*

He fought and lost and savagely slurred

She used up all her lovely words

She cries when she can no longer shout

What more is there to write about?

*

His promises turn to vapor

She refuses to put pen to paper

In fear of the truth leaking out

Something she can’t write about

*

She sometimes loves him when she’s sleeping

And dreams that there’s no secret-keeping

Her morning coffee tastes of doubt

What more is there to write about?

Thank You

This post is a response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/daily-prompt-thanks/

I hate how the “no’s” stream from your mouth

An effortless, constant onslaught of doubt

I hate the way you twist my dreams

How stupid and unrealistic they seem

I hate how wrong you always are

I hate how easily I am able to scar

I hate the way you make my heart pound

The way you crush the voice I’ve found

I hate you so much that I want to scream

I hate you so much, my ears fill with steam

I hate how you always tell me I can’t

You’re wrong, you’re wrong, I want to rant

I hate all that you’ve put me through

But because of that, I must thank you

The Receiving End

One of these days

I should like to see you

Drown in your laughter

Be smothered by your smiles

Your own careless words thrown back

Like a boomerang of hurt

I see how you talk your way

Into good fortune

You sickening sycophant

Feelings are nothing but stepping stones to you

Something to manipulate

Into the rungs

Of your twisted, twisted ladder

One of these days

I should like to see you

On the receiving end for a change

Geometry

To all you math haters – this is for you. 🙂

Oh, horrid, wretched geometry

Why must you mess with me?

I can take a square, that’s fine

But circles are where I draw the line!

Speaking of drawing lines, I can’t seem to

Draw a straight one when I need to

And who put x and y and k

All over my paper today?

Excuse me, teacher, I need a new sheet

This one doesn’t seem complete

Numbers are missing – look, see?

What do you mean finding them is up to me?

Darn it, I’ve messed up multiplying again

Soon, I’ll need a new pencil – my eraser’s getting thin

Why is the clock not moving at all?

I feel like I’m banging my head against a wall

Everyone else is almost done –

I’m still on question number one!

Oh, horrid, wretched, geometry

Why must you mess with me?

Eluding Ending

Oh, how the ending is determined to elude me

How it skirts around the frayed edges of my mind

Nimbly avoiding capture

But remains just close enough

So that I can feel the puff of wind on my fingertips

Oh, how it taunts me, torments me

Teases the inner workings of my brain

Twists and tangles them into a knot

Until I can no longer think straight

And my head grieves from frustration

Oh, how my fingers itch

Ache, shake and twitch

Hover over the keyboard

Only to slam on the backspace key

With violent tendencies to curl into fists

Oh, how the ending eludes me

Fading in and out like a ghost

Dissolving in my hand like soap

Into maddening, aggravating nothingness

Oh, how the ending eludes me