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On the day I met a painting I couldn’t take home.
Burton love poem
Gift wrap my sins for me
Find me.
10/19/11
She wishes she could sing
Well actually
She wishes she could sing …
In public
And she can
But wont
when she’s alone
she paints the room
with the harp in her throat,
she makes the paint on the wall get her songs stuck in their head, you can hear the echo days later
she wishes she wasn’t so shy
approaches guys with well planned steps
shoes get tighter and more uncomfortable as she inches closer
preps every word, and at the last minute decides its probably for the best she doesn’t say anything
acts like she was walking past him,
acts like she sees someone in the distance
gets on her phone to avoid the awkwardness
she reads corny romance novels, throws them across the room mid sentence and yells “why don’t guys talk like this!!!’
then bursts into laughter at the fact she threw a fiction book across the room for not being realistic
at night she is most strong
thinks of the best jokes
“why am I only funny when no one is around” she thinks
“why am I only charming, when hypothetically responding to lines in movies”
she had no great tragedy
no drunken father
no scars of sorrow
just a timid smile like a rubix cube
and I was never any good at solving those
she feels bigger than the life she leads
feels like she shoulda lived in another era
miss cast in a play
bad timing, and awkward one armed hugs
she wishes everyone could see what she feels
she wishes being nice, made her sexy
but her pride was put on backwards
at times she argues with her self, trying to convince her to have less integrity
be like the girls that the boys like
but she’s stubborn
when she is quiet in the corner of a room
with eyes full of what ifs and why nots.
Judging people for being so judgmental
That’s when I can hear her yell the loudest
I can’t hear anything else over her silence
When you get to know her
I swear it’ll be the biggest surprise of your life
She’s brilliant
Original, one of a kind knock knock jokes
Movie recommendations via Netflix of your next favorite film
Songs on her ipod are all honest
Every lyric of every song is right
All the time
But you wont get to know her
Cause she wont say hi
Nor will she give you a reason to
But if she did, you would be best friends
Maybe even fall in love
Maybe shell introduce you to your future wife
Cause she’ll know you that well
Her Cashmere finger tips feel like they belong on your face this quiet girl cant be human
At least she doesn’t feel human
She feels static-y
She feels purple!
She’s gorgeous but not magazine gorgeous
She’s ‘would make a great mom’ gorgeous
She’s ‘pick you up when your stranded’ gorgeous
She’s wake up and already beautiful…gorgeous
But she won’t know that till you tell her…
And I would go up to her
Become her friend
And maybe one day on the phone around 2:31 in the morning
Give her some great advice
But I don’t know anything
So I wont say anything
I’m just as lost, as she is.
Maybe I need someone to tell me that being lost is normal
But it sure doesn’t feel normal
And when someone tells you they understand
The first thing you think of is
“you don’t understand shit”
but the first thing you say is
“I know you do”
and the funny thing is she cares what people think
but not as much as I do…cause I would never admit, that I care what people think.
8/23/11
I really like seeing old couples
It gives me faith that women get less crazy as they get older
Although I should probably know better
Although he has perfected tuning her out when she goes on her adorable rants
His watch hates when he pretends like he doesn’t care
His watch was there from the beginning
And his watch always had a good feeling about her
Her ring on the other hand
Was always skeptical
Probably because she new he would one day purchase her replacement
Little did she know, that her, would wear them both
Stacked like totems, to show the total combination of her before him
And her as his wife
She isn’t the type to replace her past with her present she collects moments
And will have something to show for it at the end
And I bet he doesn’t remember what its like to walk with a free right hand anymore
Learned to drive with just his left
Incase she ever needed a second seat belt
His right hand couldn’t let itself get distracted by driving
So it rested like it was in the reserves
Reserved gently on her thigh,
If anything is to happen, his watch, would watch the road, as he
And his right hand, make sure she’s ok
His shoes were old and a bit worn
But they still squeaked when he walked
So he can at least sound like he had on new ones
To impress her
His shoes had his back
So did his jacket
After all
It hugged her every time he did
His jacket knew her smell, sometimes it held on to it
So when she isn’t around he doesn’t forget how lucky he is
But she was pretty lucky herself.
And her pearls knew it
They remember how nervous they got when they first got that close to his tie
But it’s not like his tie was all that confident
It almost choked him during that first kiss
It knew that landing him that kiss, would get it worn to all job interviews and important meetings
His tie LOVED meetings
It was now his lucky tie
And it lived up to its title.
He was wearing it the day he proposed
a long with a brand new pin striped oxford button down.
And boy did he perform well on his first day on the job.
He didn’t even notice the wine stain till he was thrown on the floor later that night
But no one could hear him complain about the wine, over the two lovers.
At least it wasn’t the cheap stuff.
Her butter fly hairpin watched everything from above
She was a fourth of an inch taller than his hat but she would never point that out
He had a bit of an ego when it came to his height.
That morning he stared at her in amazement
All that talk guys have about being afraid of being with one woman for the rest of his life went out the wide-open French window
This was in fact the only woman he would ever get to sleep with,
But he didn’t like to brag.
The only thing he was afraid of that morning
Is any morning from then on that he didn’t wake up next to her.
And 51 years later
As he wakes up next to her his watch suggests he nudge her arm
They wake up
And without saying a word
Look around at all the reminders of 51 years of stories.
They look at each other and burst out into an uncontrollable laughter
His watch felt like a compass that day
His watch had always wanted to be a compass,
But he figured making sure he’s on time to her, was almost the same as leading him her way…
A Guide to making it work; The LA Edition
When you meet her, ask her for her name, I know it seems to simple, but you would be surprised how original that is…no clever come-ons, no re arranging the alphabet just Hello, I’m so and so, I just wanted to introduce myself.
We have all made mistakes, wearing hers like a mirror, will make you disgusting to look at; let it go…and let her move on, the way you would like people to let you
When you kiss her, try not to still be texting as your lips lock
Phones off at dinner; this one, can literally save the whole relationship
Keep the Internet…out of your lives; this goes for both men and women
Public opinion, public commentary, other peoples uneducated thoughts have never helped a couple grow stronger, and they never will!
Get tested, there is nothing more beautiful, then doing something your embarrassed about, for the sake of true and genuine concern for both your safety
Guys, your straight male friends…will call you gay, for wanting to hang out with a woman, instead of them…I know it makes no sense…excuse them, they are lonely and think its gay you found happiness.
I know you know her ex, don’t bring him up. Picking scabs is for children, not adults who are trying to build love out of shards of broken mirrors
The day you slip and call her a “bitch” will bring you one step closer to beating your insecurities into her cheek bones…so don’t, under any circumstance, ever.
I know you think you’re famous, but never forget she is your biggest, and sometimes, only fan.
Also in regards to your celebrity, it is okay to be seen in public, blaming it on “you don’t like people talking about you guys” is lame…and an insult to her intelligence.
Get a job, I know this ones tricky…but if your art isn’t paying for your livelihood, you haven’t earned the luxury of being an artist for a living so I repeat
Get a Job Baptize the day in sweat; there is nothing low, or dishonorable about a hard days work. I promise you, you will look more like a man to her, than you ever did sitting on the couch waiting for your big break.
Silence is golden…
A relationship, consists of two people, Just those two people should know the ins and outs of said relationship. The more people you include, the more likely you wont last.
Just incase you missed it. Get a job
And lastly I know we have adopted lies as a second slang, but try to speak the truth…it will save you the stress of not getting caught. Its much easier to have nothing to catch in the first place.
Give a fuck.
“If I was on some drugs now, I wouldn’t give a fuck…but then I’d come off stage, and still not give a fuck. By the time you hit 50, and a lot of not giving a fuck, you miss a part of your life ‘hey what happened to your life?…I didn’t give a fuck.’”
— | Richard Pryor, 7 months sober. (Here and Now 1983) |
The Greatest Movie Ever Sold
Home away from home…
I sometimes wonder
If I would have the courage to become as soluble as you
Allow myself to blend into a movement
To simply be a fist
Or a finger
Or a fingernail
In the body of an uprising
Would I be okay, with being a casualty statistic, just to let the world know
She has been in denial of her issues
I promise you
I never wanted to be a part of this much history
Never wanted someone’s teacher in history class to be discussing my family
writing pros and cons on black boards like these aren’t people
I have never felt so small
To be trampled by a burden
A story
Of a people
Bigger than life
All of these people are God’s children
none of them agree
Not sure who’s right and who’s wrong
don’t care
they all need to eat
All need places to sleep at night
I think she has forgotten us
But can you blame her
She has a lot of baggage
Letting too many men conquer her
Letting her stories become lies over time
Her truths…
All truths
Are about three or Four words long
I miss you
I love you
I’m scared
Anything added on to that only brings you closer to a lie
But don’t you dare act like I don’t reflect you, no matter where I stand in proximity to your tears
My sweet pistol of a home
May you erupt like a volcano
we have always known you to be
to one day enjoy the calm you have always deserved
She used to be beautiful you know
I remember seeing god telling stories to her children
as everyone
Was looking for him in a place of worship
But he was smart enough to know where her angels hid
Now those kids are grown
Her youth have gotten restless
When you’re raised singing songs of fear…
when the cops you are supposed to turn to for help
are the reason you need help…
I can see how celebrating your spirits freedom can look like a riot
I get it
I can see how a reporter can misread our tidal waves
for his target practice
i understand
but.
When you’ve taken everything from a people
You made the mistake
Of giving them the power
Of having nothing to lose
I don’t know if I would be strong enough
To demand what is mine
I don’t know how I would fair in a duel with a giant
I like to think the courage would be provided on the battlegrounds
Along with something to eat
I wish I could show her
What my pride is worth
How much I do miss her
What I would do in her honor
How I would give you the breath from my lungs, so my chest can be as eagle
As our flag
Just to be included in your sacrifice
How dare I try to write something poetic or beautiful?
Against the credit of my nations suffering
Please forgive me
For it is the only way I know how to cope…
…with something so much bigger,
than just one person.
Jung
So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It’s always the last day of summer and I’ve been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I’ll grant you I’ve had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by while they’re making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there’s almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.