Thursday, August 26, 2010

i have to get out of this bed
she didn't have the will to do so
she squirmed a bit instead
it was a funny joke to him
his arms circled around
come closer, come closer

she laid watching her hand in the moonlight
clench, release
remembering the ruby red ring
that had been roped around her neck
a love she wanted too much and not at all
too many lions and tigers in her head
white tigers- black stripes
a fear of the color red
god, how did we get to be here

she could see it all from above
like a movie everyone could see
but only a sleeping old man bought tickets to
with the usher texting his girlfriend in the last row
she doesn't understand

sly, too sly
his fingers up her shirt
poised to release the clasp on her back
a cat screeches outside
his lips on her ear
it's too hot, but she presses closer
i don't care, let's just go
but she's a good liar

it's all a joke
it has to be
they have to laugh, it's not a big deal
if they didn't, their magnetic field would reactivate
polarizing them to opposite sides of the room
she on the floor
him shooting russians in an xbox video game
she would laugh to see him die

the bra and the shirt hit the floor
leave it there, look at me
let me see
she feels like she's at the doctor
a sick, scared fear of the attention
like he would prick the illusion at any moment
like he held the power he had stolen from her
she was drained and scared and happy in his arms

she fans her fingers across his cheek
to his temple, behind his ear
trying to memorize his face
nakedly afraid that she might never
be put on such a pedestal again
she's thinking maybe she looks prettier
with a smile on her face
but he's still not in love
he's still not buying
and she remembers why she doesn't care

i need you i love you i want you
are in somebody else's bed
nothing of consequence or longer than a syllable
is exchanged beneath the sheets
a mute agreement with no terms
silence is sitting on her heart
like a trapped scream that she doesn't want anybody
to ever, ever hear
she sits up, swallowing the scream

fuck, where is that bra
he pulls her to him
he would be a nice height for a boyfriend
like me and love me roll around her stomach
like an angry ocean of waves
and she doesn't understand

he tucks her into the guest bedroom
a jewel being stuffed back into the jewel box
beautiful for one night
and not expensive enough to avoid being forgotten
for the next year or two
just fucking hold me and never let me go
he kisses her and it means nothing
he says goodnight sweetly but it means nothing
he ambles heavily and indifferently away
and it means everything

silence curls up like a cat
in the pit of her stomach
and her heart shatters like a falling icicle
she needs to talk
she feels too empty
she gave him too much
because she feels so alone
she talks to the ceiling because her phone is in his room
"beau, beau...."
it falls on deaf ears
her best friend isn't there

it's cold and startling in the room
so much that exhaustion and hysteria set in
and she remembers that she doesn't understand anything
why her hair is blowdried
why she's in honors research
she's forgotten why she has a laundry list future
and she doesn't understand why beau
her best friend beau, dear old beau is in the next room
he's sleeping silently, his dog at his feet
but he isn't her best friend at all

he's hidden behind a berlin wall of kisses and touches
and i love you's that were never said
what happens if i break down the wall
and all you were trying to protect has decayed
in your assured absence?

she wants to cry so she doesn't
and she falls asleep in a nice pretty position
still stuck in the movie
and as the camera pans out
and the credits start to roll
she shudders
she swallows nausea
and she doesn't understand

Monday, July 26, 2010

Sometimes what you thought was an interruption
Turns out to be your life.
And sometimes what you thought was your life
Turns out to have been an interruption.
And yet you have to act
As if you were back in the fourth grade
And knew the right answer was Pittsburgh
But put down Bethlehem just to see what would happen ---
How it would feel to be wrong.

The Choice, David Lehman

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Song Lyrics

A fire is burning
She dances amongst the flames
Through all degrees she burns, until there's no more to last
We've come to hurt or be hurt
Love or be loved
Learn by trial and tribulation
And she said

That lie you're living, how's that working out for you?

I hope it's everything you wanted
A life of empty words and pretends
Who are you to do this to me?
You must've been out of your mind

She writes it all down
Just for you to see the mistake you've made
We all have to learn at some point not to go back
Guess this is the end for you
And she said

I was everything you wanted
But now you've thrown it all away

Let it all burn to ashes
And the salt was thrown down
So nothing grows here again
So now I'm gone, I'm out of your way
And I can't see any part of you anymore

The fire doused by a raging sea
The waves crash and smoke seeps away
Into thin air
Doesn't matter now if you're five feet under
Or you're grasping the sand beneath
You're still drowning

Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me
Tell me it's going to work now
You're like a magician, only to impress me with the art of deceit
And she said, lie to me, lie to me
You had your chance to tell the truth
Now all I remember is nothing but false, false, false
Erase yourself from my mind cause this is
Over.

Angel, Brandon Kim

gone

my poetry sucks, I just re read it. i'm such a whiny bitch. wow. ahaha.
i mean i write this blog for me, not for anyone else so it doesnt really matter
that's why i dont tell basically anybody about it
hah. dang. i just want to disappear again.
everything else that ties me to the internet is gone
facebook, twitter, formspring, i dont use my tumblr anymore
i dont have to SEE anything anymore.
maybe that makes me weak to have to avoid people like that
but god, it's blissful to not have to see any part of you
facebook used to kill me. so badly.
the things, the photo albums i saw still get at me.
but id like to think i don't miss the people i used to miss
the ones who loved me so much they hurt me the worst
well, maybe i miss the memories we shared
but i have nothing at all to say to them.
not a word.
i miss you and then realize that all the words have stopped cold in my blood.
because more than i miss you,
i won't forget.
and all the crap you did makes me sick.
so i've moved on... hah
feels like im lying to myself.
i hate liars. makes sense, kind of hate myself for going through this crap
this inconsequential crap that really doesn't amount to anything in the grand scheme of life
im glad its over.
im glad youre gone.
and im glad i dont have to write so much constant crappy poetry anymore.

Monday, June 14, 2010

that lie you're living, how's that working out for you?

Song Lyrics

I don't want to let you go
But it hurts my hands to hold the rope
I won't be such an easy mark
You're no better than a lonely sailor
And all the candles on the cake
All set fire to the gate
Turn the canons toward the boats
Now we're drowning in the moat
It was the end of all of the rowers' hope
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
All I want's some earth and seed
To only grow the things I need
But first I must find my way back
And you go lay out on this track
In youth I had an even keel
Now I'm not sure what is real
It's taken me this long to learn
That every day you dig for worms
And once they're gone, they don't return
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
Woah, to get you
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
At dawn the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you
How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and bony
Exposed for a phony
But we heed the last words that he penned
"Haste to disgrace the traitor
Do not wait 'til later"
I don't think that you've got to pretend
I see God in birds
And Satan in long words
But I know what you need in a friend
So now when I leave you, I hope I won't see you
How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and bony
Exposed for a phony
But we heed the last words that he penned
"Haste to disgrace the traitor
Do not wait 'til later"
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
Woah, to get you
If you call, then I'm coming out
If you call, then I'm coming to get you
You want to sink, so I'm going to let you
At dawn the fire snuck into your bedroom
Now I'm falling asleep to forget you

Sink, Brand New

In the end,

I don’t care about fucking sea imagery

Or having breadth and width to my writing.

I don't care about secrecy

Or covering up my feelings.

Please, call me a stalker, call me hung up,

Call me the spawn of the devil.


Writing takes all the bad stuff out of me

And puts it on a page

A page that functions like a jar

And the publish button screws on the lid.

All the nightmares, and hurt, and lies

And raw fears that plague my brain

Go into the jar,

And I can look at them and laugh

When the lid is on tight

And they can't get me anymore.


So let me say what I need to,

So my fears don't eat me alive.

Because not saying a word,

Might just kill me.


All I want to say is,

Don't talk to me about not working.

It has nothing to do with that.

You screwed me over,

You lied,

You played the wrong chick

Because I was it

And now you shoved it away.

So im gone, trust me

I’m out of your way,

And I can’t see any part of you anymore.


But you already knew,

It was already over,

I don’t need some beach scene to tell you that.

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Sea

Sometimes I feel like the sea

Could swallow me whole

Like my cries and wishes die upon its waves.

I’m afraid of its depths

Scared of things I can’t see

Pain I can’t stop


It makes me think of death:

Death in pointless or power trip wars

And crying real, ugly tears

And suicide without saying goodbye

And blood and guns and things that

That plague the darkness behind my blue eyes

As my feet step deeper and deeper

And I can’t see them anymore;

As my legs go numb,

And so does my heart.


The water rushes in

Leaves me to rush back out;

Swept it away, gave it back to me

Like a present I was lucky to have.

Hearts simply rising and falling with the tides.

Didn’t want to say hello,

To look at the shine on the waves

Or trust in fate

Cause all I could see was the falling tide.


Love, sweet love

That grew as empty as the dune neighborhood

Beyond the beach.

It's been bought out by the airport

Just a skeleton of what it used to be.

The silence is deafening

The pure desertion is sickening.


I don’t want to go to the beach anymore

See frayed shorts running down the sand

I don’t want to see the game I created

Thrust its finger in my face.


Deserted dune streets and LAX lights

A whole airport, a city

Shining fake, phony, empty stars

Onto my back.

But shining on the beach,

Shining in my eyes,

Trying to light up my heart

Is a sky of burning fire

And endless hope.

That’s where I really turn.

It's all that I need to be.

Simply looking down on

A fading scene of you, me and the sea.

Monday, May 31, 2010

hanging

the beginning of an end
and the end of another beginning.

i want to tell you that i'm no different
lets get on with this mess
the cycle moves on
but here i am

i know the truth and its stinging my ears and your sweater is on the end of my bed, just hanging, hanging and i have to wonder
what stage?
what stage?

i feel sick and afraid and like you left me but you didn't and i know i shouldn't care but your sweater... and it hurts, it hurts but i can't care
i don't care

your sweater is so loud
its screaming, in my face, saying look at me, look at me

it's saying everything you refuse to talk about

it says
i love you
but i don't need you
i want you
but i'm not sure
i hate you
but its all show and tell
i kissed her
i led you on
i'm scared
i don't think you're worth it
i know you're everything
but i'm not in love
i love you, i love you, i love you

but you're not enough.
you never will be enough.

so, please, would you
kiss her
love her
whisper in her ear
sing her to sleep
tell her she's the only one
please, leave me
because she is enough.

but
i beg of you,
don't do it with your sweater hanging on the end of my bed.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

lyrics

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

Thursday, April 29, 2010

complete and utter shit.

you know,
i loved you
i really loved you

and i waited
i waited forever

and it killed me
i wanted to die

and i truly thought
you were the only one
the only one to get it

but it was all a lie
don't you see that?

the guy i fell in love with
knew me
he loved me
he would've died for me
he might have been
lost
and scared
and chubby
and crazy
but he loved me
and god he wasn't mean

he didn't know how to be mean.

but
he left
he left me
he left us all behind
he left me running after him

if only you hadn't kept on looking back

i felt hope
every single time

it slammed me in the chest
it knocked all the wind out
it, it
i didn't leave you.

so for a while,
i tried to pretend
like it was all good
you were the same
we were best friends
you knew it all
you loved me most
you
wanted
me
back


-god im so good at it
im the best
ill pretend forever-
and so you were
you were
the best
i believed it
it was the truth

but then i woke up on wednesday
and the sun was gray
and the wind was cold
and i had my scarf
and i had my tea
and i was warm inside
just the way i like it

and
and
and




i realized that everything in my head
was complete and utter shit.

and i looked at it
sitting there
pathetic
on the ground

and
and
and




i walked away.
and fell asleep that night smiling.
everything breaks my heart.

lyrics

I need someone
a person to talk to
someone who'd care to love
could it be you
could it be yo-ou

the situation gets rough,
and I start to panic
it's not enough
it's just a habit
and, kid, you're sick
darling this is it
well you can all just kiss off into to the air
behind my back
I can see that stare
they'll hurt me bad but i won't mind
they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
yea yea
yea they do it all the time
yea yea
they do it all the time
yea yea
they do it all the time
do it all the time
they do it all the time
do it all the time
they do it all the time
do it all the time

I hope you know that this will go down on your permenent record
oh yea
well don't get so distressed
did I happen to meantion that i'm impressed

I take one one one cause you left me and
two two two for my family and
three three three for my heartache and
four four four for my headaches and
five five five for my lonely and
six six six for my sorrow and
seven seven for no tomorrow and
eight eight I forget what eight was for but
nine nine nine for the lost gods
ten ten ten ten for everything everything everything

well you can all just kiss off into to the air
behind my back
I can see that stare
they'll hurt me bad but i won't mind
they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
yea yea
yea they do it all the time
yea yea
yea they do it all the time

do it all the time
do it all the time
do it all the time
do it all the time
do it all the time
time time time time
timetimetimetimetimetimetimetime
do it all the time

Kiss Off, The Violent Femmes

(soundtrack of the car rides of hannah and aubrey)
my every thing.
my everything and my nothing.
my nothing.

once upon a time,
goodbye.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

scared (part one)

everyone is so scared
and it just pisses me off.
all the faces
all the flipping out
and everybody silently screaming
while loving it all the way along.

run away,
run as hard as you can
get lost among the trees
and run into yourself.

yell, scream, put it all out there
and feel no better after you cry
pretend like you never really cared
about what would happen to yourself.

flip the switch,
and the machine shuts down
but the lights flip on
and all you can see is yourself.

love is nothing to run from
the future is nothing you can learn from
the mirror is nothing to hide from

you're afraid of no one else
nothing else
but yourself

you dont realize
and that's why
you'll never be brave,
you'll always be scared
of you.

scared (part two)

get out of my head
and out of my bed.
and if you dont want to leave
and if you need to stay
come riding around the block
toss your bike
and knock on my door

fear isnt an excuse anymore.

you know i want you to come
i know you do
you know i love you
i know you do
you know you love me too
ill mirror it back to you.
just remember,
you've got to remember.

i'll rewind it back
rewind the past
and we'll watch it slowly together
stopping at all the best parts.
just remember,
you've got to remember

cause that's all i have to give anymore.

id like to tell you that you dont scare me anymore
id desperately love to be brave
but the images
oh the memories
are still ringing in my head.

i lay on your chest
i look at the stars
i sigh.
and i grip your shirt for dear life
thinking it will anchor me there
long enough to stop feeling sick
and fulfill some forgotten forevers

but everytime i walk away
and forget to look back
i know youre already closing the door
i know youre already missing me too much
i know youre already getting scared
i know youre already running away
and im already healing from the loss
of something i theoretically still have.

something that i had just held in my hands.

my one biggest fear
is the end of forever
but you,
you...
your running and hurting
once it gets too deep,
makes it seems like your biggest fear
is me.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

metaphors

its like the intoxicating moon and fog at night.
Its like running when you can't breathe.
Its like a battle fought daily.
Its like an annual flower.

Its like a dragon slain.
Its like a song you don't know the words to.
Its like a good, pointless cry.
Its like traffic when you're running late.

Its like you have nothing to say.
Its like when you remember something you lost.
Its like a daisy chain crown.
Its like those rare nights when you fall asleep happy.

Its like the world never stops spinning.
Its like you're fleeing and you don't know why.
Its like trying to sew your heart back together- again.
Its like falling for a figment of your imagination.

Its like you know it can't hurt you.
Its like you have to- no, you need to know.
Its like a six am I love you.
Its like the cold hard dirty concrete.

Metaphors relate things that don't seem to match.
Things in a muddle.

I live in a muddle.
And I live in my metaphors.
I hide behind them, I use them so that I can keep skirting the issue,
So that I can keep lying. So that I don't have to make the hard decision
between what I want, who I am, and who I want to be.
But honestly, life is like metaphors.
My life at least. I use them till I'm blue in the face
But in the end I have to realize
That's all it is:
A metaphor.
Life.
And its not looking to hold up to a storm,
Its just trying to find the right words to spell out the truth.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

lyrics

Well I can't regret,
Can't you just forget it?
I started something I couldn't finish
And if we go down,
We go down together
Best friends means,
Well best friends means

And I've got a twenty-dollar bill
That says you're up late night starting
Fist fights versus fences in your backyard
Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor
Soaking in sympathy
From friends who never loved you
Nearly half as much as me

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable

Well I can't regret,
Can't you just forget it?
I started something I couldn't finish
If we go down,
We go down together
Best friends means,
Well best friends means

You never knew
Well I never told you...
Everything I know about breaking hearts
I learned from you, it's true
I've never done it with the style and grace you have
But I've made long term plans
Based on these mistakes

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable

Is this what you call tact?
I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call,
And end this conversation
There's nothing worse...
(That's right he said, that's right he said it)
( Have another drink and drive yourself home)
I swear, you have no idea
( I hope there's ice on all the roads)
The jealousy that became me thinking
( And you can think of me when you forget your seat belt)
(That's right he said)
( And again when your head goes through the windsheild)
That you always had it way too easy

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable

Best friends means I pulled the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve


- there's no 'i' in team, taking back sunday

they say

its your fault they tell me
aubrey, its yours and yours alone.
you're a bitch, aubrey
you can't take it and you're a bitch
you cut out.
but come on
look me in the eye
see what ive done
look at my ruins
size me up all tough and tumbled
and give up
say sorry.

you need to do this
its imperative, aubrey, its fact
try harder
be better.
be mine, and not yours.
ill wrap you up and send you back
empty as before.
but at least youre breathing.
but hey,
at least youre breathing.

you need to act like its okay
look perfect, aubrey
sit up.
-i love you aubrey
you know that-
shut the fuck up
im not the problem.
can you believe it?
i took it away.
the only thing you had
let's see you be pretty now.
cry, i dare you.
everyone can see.
its all i can see.

you've lost the game aubrey,
you're over.
aubrey, i dont care about you
they say,
i hope you fail
they say,
i hope you hurt
they say,
i hope you regret
they say,
i hope you love me
they say.

you're a loser they say
they say aubrey, youve worn dull.
the point doesnt stick,
the needle of your words
cant stitch my brain back
its been ripped so many times:
ive handed it to you
made you angry
had you rip it apart
so many times.
im broken aubrey, they say
and its all your fault
that you cant fix me
now that you finally need me.

you know i hate you aubrey
they tell me.
but aubrey,
it makes me feel better
to see you try.
it makes me laugh
it makes me happy
to see your love
splattered on the wall.

so what now?
they ask me, aubrey what now?
nothing they tell me.
we will do nothing.
because nothing will fill the void
better than any kind of love will.
don't question that aubrey.
its over.

defendant found not guilty
they say.
but not innocent.
no, never innocent.
and no one needs to remind me of that.


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

only six


your voice was
the soundtrack of my summer
but now
the music just kind of
breaks my heart

because god,
that girl six months ago,
the one in the music video,
she's so beautiful and happy.

sometimes, i wish i was still her.
and sometimes, i'm glad that i'm not.


Monday, March 1, 2010

what are you doing?

who told you that
my hand needed to be held
and that i liked my hair stroked?
or that my arms wanted to hug you
and my heart needed to be taken?
how did you end up next to me
painting pictures in my head?
who showed you how to get
under my skin
and make me smile
and sing me to sleep?
who invited you to curl up beside me
and comfort me in my bed?
who taught you how to rub my back
just so
and calm my OCD with a simple smile?
how did you learn to deal with me
and my bitchiness
and my lack of trust
and my resistance

my fear?

who are you
and who let you in?
where did you come from?
how did you get in?

who showed you the back door?



because right now,
i should really go hug that person
and thank them a million times over
for all the hope and forevers they've given me.
i need to thank them for letting me meet
you.

i'm no emo.

it upsets me that sometimes, i still breakdown and cry in the shower. makes me feel like nothing can ever change. that nothing will ever end. its a comforting feeling in certain regards, especially when you're dealing with the good stuff. the happiness. but the bad things? i just want to push them away as quickly as possible.

sometimes I still talk to myself in the dark, wishing I was talking to you. hating that you can't hear a word, my ceiling takes it all. i hate the empty tears that fall sideways over the bridge of my nose, across my cheek and onto my earlobe. They don't mean a thing to me anymore but they're still there.

it pisses me off that late nights dissolve me. that they can touch me and i can't run fast enough away. "you're not strong enough," it tells me "give up. give in." i cling to your memory when i finally trip and fall, letting the hole open back up and swallow me from the inside out. i curl up into a ball just to make the world stop spinning for one goddamn second so i can have a chance at shrinking you in my brain again. it doesn't listen to me.

i keep falling.

i'm no emo. i don't sit around moping in my fears. but...
but i can't help but admit what you really are to me.
you're my knife. my blade. i use you to cut myself, to feel some pain that i can manage, that i can control, all to distract me from the real issue: myself.
i can't focus on the truth, i need you so i can keep lying, keep running, keep denying the fact that i'm not really all that perfect and okay.
but now... now you're leaving scars and its scaring me. and i'm scared that i said no but you're still here. and it scares me to see the bruises. and it scares me to see the look in your eye. it scares me that i've forgotten the word "stop."

and it scares me to realize that i'm the one telling you to stay.

like a drug you're my nothing but you're my everything and i don't like who i am with you, but i don't know who i am without you. i know this makes me weak. it kills me everyday. but i can't do it, i can't kill us.
can you?

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Petit Mort

excuses

and trapdoors

and serenades

and promises,

and luck

and trust

and deep, aching regrets.

that plague you

and haunt you

and extend a friendly hand,

and chew you up

and fail you

and woo you

and kill you...

but slowly

and softly

and with no emotion at all.

which makes you run

and scream

and hide because you know it's going to turn out ok, everything does, everything has to, everything does...

but for the life of you,

you cannot see,

dream,

feel,

or lie to yourself

enough to find a clear answer as to how you're going to claw

out of the hole this time.

and secretly,

you're waiting and wandering.

anticipating the arrival of the one person who will look...

then look again

and somehow see all the running and screaming and hiding

and will reach in a hand.

a real, solid, firm, open hand.

and some run from it,

suspicious and scared of this new thing called hope

and related too closely to love.

but some take the hand,

some really do

and they are thrust out of the hole into the arms of the person who...

who they may love,

who they may need

but they have to stop simply

looking back as they sprint away

and just stop running all together.

they need to accept their fate,

warm and blinding.

cause here's their other half,

the only person who cared enough and dared enough

and looked hard enough

to see that this person was drowning fast in the storm of their memories.

and when they finally escape the endless hole

and the hateful sea

and the crushing fist of despair

and every other cliche that the book could possibly hurl at them,

they wake up warm and safe

and healed

and smiling

under a sky filled with endless possibilities

and hopes

and cares

and embraces

and stars.

so many stars...