January 2010
16 posts
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Cultists Don't Die Alone
I wonder if dying alone is one of “those” things Like teenage pregnancies and drunk driving accidents You know they happen, but that’ll never happen to me If it is, it cant stay that way That fear or realization has to set in eventually I feel as if it happens earlier for women Maybe I feel that way because our reproductive abilities last long Or maybe I feel that way because...
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A Career, a Girl, and a Drink
If only I had realized sooner I could have done things different It would have been terrifying and uncertain And my bad nerves may have ruined it anyway But at least I would have had a shot
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Fuck
Just lost a poem to the shitty private journal where I write all my stuff before I edit it and put it here.
Might be time to go back to the ol’ paper and pen method.
Oh well, to fill the void until inspiration arouses once more here is a true story about bacon:
Bielti
One time I ordered a BLT and the waitress asked me if I asked if I wanted bacon
I was confused and angry
“Has...
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A List of Bullshit Starting With "Am I?" or: Am I...
Everyone loves to define themselves That’s why “I Am” poems and self-centered songs are so numerous But they usually just claim they’re what they idealize What they want to be But there’s more honesty in insecurity I present to you The “Am I?” poem Am I a financial burden? Am I going to go through with what I’m learning? My mom sure as hell hopes...
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Uninspired
Fuck you Inspiration I hate you You’re a fickle bitch You storm in, have your way with me And sneak out before morning No number, no name, no warning You’re worse than an ex girlfriend with a bottle of vodka
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The last line is a reference to an event in my life I wrote about in another poem “Real Proper...
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What Can I Do For You?
They don’t love me They love what I do for them They love the way I treat them The way I make them feel The way I listen to and validate all of the Bullshit they spew, and the things they want to do But they don’t love me They love the compliments I say They love the attention I pay They love that I buy the tickets, and open the doors fuckin’ whores But they don’t love me...
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Three Shoe Boxes
Tonight I looked through three shoe boxes One of them hid eighty-five dollars The second made me laugh The Third made me feel like an asshole Luckily I looked at them out of order
_________________________________________________________________________ When I date someone I keep all the stuff they gave me in shoe boxes. Sometimes I take them out of my closet and go through them. This was the...
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Don't Call Me a Word Smith Revisited
I never thought I’d be disappointed by a three dollar CD I didn’t expect it to be good but I wanted to hear the passion of the thin hoody in a snow storm fashion Pneumonia risk to get this disc to my fist, workin two jobs to get some studio time just cause he loves to rhyme He has got a story to tell But to my surprise he left the n out of his lines, just lies New car every song, maybach, benz,...
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Nice Guys Finish Last
Nice guys finish last But they Finish They don’t crash and wreck (Earnhardt Style) No wonder my life’s a wreck I’ve been swinging at necks Using the blood from punctured throats to fill my moat To keep you at bay Nice guys finish last But they finish I’m still at the starting line when they’re comparing lap times Stuck at the starting gate ‘Cause I’m too...
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"Bring A Sweater"
Her phone rang She ignored it, but I told her to pick up It was her mother She hadn’t picked up yet, but she had personalized ring tones “Answer it” I insisted She gave me a puzzled look I paused just long enough for her to start a conversation but I didn’t stop I hated her mom Once she was entrenched in conversation I resumed I always loved making her pant, and stutter And...
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A Rare Mix
I am a rare mix A sadist and a masochist A one man traveling pain-pleasure circus And I love my work
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Thirteen Nights
Thirteen Nights of Stage Fright Mind racing, hands sweaty Anxiety bearing down so heavy The heart pounds ‘til the birds sound and I recognize the light Of the morning sun Another day has begun Only twelve more sleepless days Caught in this haze Stumbling around like a zombie
“I heard some famous talkers use beta blockers to remedy this” But this nervousness must serve some...
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7A - Stateline
The drive on the new jersey turnpike Has created and killed more poems Than I have in all of my notebooks 7A to the stateline That stretch of road is covered In the wit I couldn’t hold on to The similes smile at passing cars The hurtful words you will never hear Smile ear to ear Every time red lights flash In a speeding SUV’s rear view mirror The ghostly grin of poems that barely begin...
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Compared to This
I want to write a poem I want the words to flow from my fingers I want to make metaphors that make your jaws drop, your heart stop I want to write the best you’ve ever heard I want to be the author of something you’ve heard But I’m just sitting here, a computer nerd I want you to pick up my book and be astonished by my favorite poems And I want you to pick up my book, read my...
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Drop Everything
Today I bonded with a drop of water It was on the way back from TCNJ I was sitting driver side backseat in a Chevy Avalanche It was raining, there were drops of water on the windo I do not know how many people have actively watched rainy car windows Certain drops of water slide towards the back The drop I bonded with was small Much smaller than the drops that usually move But by some chance my...
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Attempted Redemption or: Alcoholic Solutions
Things change Just give me another shot
________________________________________________________________________ Dear thisismyatelier, Thanks for following. Sincerely Connor