December 2010
42 posts
underground ink: ode to the modern american poet →
undergroundink:
i’m the modern american poet. i graduated from hahvahhhd and they taught me how to use a thesaurus so i do so whenever possible. i like big words because my professors might smile when i use them and i really don’t give a shit how my art makes you feel, as long as you think i’m smart.
Crunch, crunch
We are only human
This is the smashing of hearts
of bones.
We are in the snow
the white of the cold
the life of the living
and it awakens the senses.
We are only human
a fire burning in the chimney
a light in the hole.
Let me bare my breath.
A Hallmark Holiday
Bittersweet shingles melt in the heat
of the cold
Blue, blue
We will clear the streets of ice
Remove the nuisance
Resolve the issue
It is a faction
Christmas
the core cannot be found amongst the filth
of presents, presents
wrapped in paper, wrapped in masks of
Hallmark memories
wrapped in lies.
Piled high, there is junk
lining the streets, the glittering streets decked in garland
...
Anything But Ordinary - Avril Lavigne
Sometimes I...
From "Things I Should Have Done"
Girl: Curse my prodigious birth. I am the plague come to bring you affliction.
Guy: Should I die by any other, it would not satisfy me. There is beauty in tragedy and you are the queen of Chaos.
A sequel to "What are friends good for?"
Although I stopped using Facebook a while ago, I would occasionally check up on my friends to see what they were up to. It’s apparent to me that none of my friends really take the time to think about me - going to the mall without inviting me, going to the movies without inviting me, having sleepovers without inviting me. Apparently it’s up to me to check up on them on Facebook, every...
Girl With One Eye by Florence and the Machine
There is nothing in this world that compares to a...
Especially on lonely nights.
She Was Too Unusual
She spent too much time doing nothing, and when the darkness descended upon her room she felt lonely, too lonely to be herself so she got online and searched and searched for something to do. It only made her condition worse so she put the laptop down and read but that was dull too because all she could think of was herself and her dull, mundane life and how everything was the same and the motions...
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
Insomnia
Why is that I force myself to stay up later than I really want to? I believe it’s a writer’s curse to stay up with the moon - everything seems much more poetic in the dark. This is why we’re all insomniacs.
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Sylvia Plath
Too Young
She stumbled into the grimy bathroom
of some night club
with two dollar drinks
and watered down gin.
Her make up was smudged;
some termite had hit her up
knocked her down
and now she needed to recover.
Her bottom lip distorted
under the pressure of a sultry red lipstick.
Under the flicker
of a dozen bathroom bulbs,
she subjected herself
to the criticism of a misty looking glass.
...
Warmth
The street was dark
covered in a light, falling snow
as the trolley rolled away
leaving him in the frost.
The street light flickered above him
then shut off.
He wrapped his scarf around his neck
and trudged home.
He was hoping for warmth
something hot when he entered the threshold
but no one was home
and his coffee had gone cold.
So he pulled himself up the stairs
threw himself onto...
I want everything destroyed.
The City is Burning
She took a drag on her cigarette
followed by espresso
and sat back
to watch the city burn from her perch in the lighthouse.
This was a result of
feelings
opinions
and she had none.
She was not a participant.
Soot glided through the air like snow
melting in the heat of the fire
ash
igniting itself.
Soon there would be nothing.
Another puff
smoke sweeping down her throat
leaving a...
Constantine's Twin
He was there
in the form of Constantine,
I swear I saw his face in those clean-cut features.
He glanced over his shoulder at me
smiling something innocent
only because I was looking.
I don’t feel those butterflies
but I think I could
if I knew him.
He’ll kiss my hair
and give me a gentle hug.
He’ll let me borrow his leather jacket.
My only fear
is that he’ll...
My Reading List for 2011
⁃ Fiction 1. A Doll’s House 2. Hamlet 3. Cocaine Nights 4. Gone With the Wind 5. Dead Souls 6. The Count of Monte Cristo 7. The Catcher in the Rye 8. Moby Dick 9. The Trial 10. To Kill a Mockingbird 11. A Clockwork Orange 12. Jane Eyre 13. Wuthering Heights 14. Crime and Punishment ...
Mirror
Her clothes were pooled at her shaking feet
as she stared into the mirror,
a soulless corpse,
waiting for some philosophical truth.
There was a tiny cluster of flowers
yellow
tattooed on her back
in remembrance of a dead uncle.
A mole on her forearm,
two ribs awkwardly sticking out
and a handful of freckles
scattered across her pale, wan body.
She wanted a lie, a lie, a lie
a sense of...
Hungover
She pulled off her sling backs
threw them across her bedroom
and flung herself onto the feather bed
to rest her weary, black rimmed eyes.
Leftover mascara kept her eyelashes sticking together
forcing her to remember the night
as it was
without the corruption of new sight.
The entire party had occurred in a haze,
a certain fog
that had engulfed the entire house
and had driven everyone...
Kitchen Sink
Her tears were seeping into the counter
and sliding into the kitchen sink
to be destroyed by the food disposal.
Her matted hair clung to her flushed face.
damp and dirty,
each strand aching to follow the tears into the sink,
trying anything to detach themselves, in vain
from the head that they belonged to.
Even the kitchen scissors couldn’t do the job.
The girl banged her fist...
Everything I own flickers,
they’re tired of shining too.
You Ran Off With My Heart
There was that summer when we met
and you had destroyed everything I had
only I didn’t know it yet
because you were great at hiding everything.
How do you think I learned to hide my feelings?
It was fun until I found you out
and when you took my heart
into your own hands and ran off with it.
You little bastard
you never called, never wrote
never even bothered to send a flipping post card...
Crime Scene
She was lying on the floor
one arm over her head
the other across her chest
heaving up and down with her steady breath.
The cops were sticking white tape to her sides
and marking the floor with yellow tickers,
painted with numbers,
and she pretended like she was taking pictures for Vogue.
Her hair was matted with blood and sweat from so much
trouble
she’d never worked so hard to
...
Glitter Without Grime
There was a body in that leather jacket
and the jacket had a hood which I thought was strange but
it didn’t matter
I just wanted the body in the jacket.
That piece of meat
let’s treat each other equally now, don’t deny it
there are other girls - prettier, skinnier, and lord knows whittier
don’t lie.
There was one look
one look
and I should’ve run with it but...
Hunger Pains
The hunger pains are too much to bare
and they make me bend over in uncomfortable pain
that half way pain
when it’s more annoying than anything else.
But the grapes don’t help, nor the cheese and bread, nor the drink
because none of it can fill me
none of it can properly
fulfill me.
And the lines keep coming
and line breaks are witty
and it all just comes so fast
that I...
Bickering in the Night
It’s too late for this
when the sun sets and the blue moon rises and rises
and the night gets worse and worse
and the voices get louder and the smell of tobacco fills the house
and the walls
the bland, colored walls that have been the same color
for as long as I can remember.
But no one thinks to consider that there are others in this house
that are corruptible
and innocent
and...
Speak
I told them I was crazy
but they didn’t listen
and they kept talking to hear themselves talk
because they were too deaf to hear their own stupid, bias thoughts
You can’t do it, they said
but that only kept me going
Because they’re all liars
and I seem to be the only sane one in this world ruled by madness.
Imagine,
the crazy girl,
the crazy girl has an idea
Imagine,...
destroyingpoetry:
me reading one of my poems, as...
There's a Cold World Out There
She wasn’t quite sure about herself so she experimented and tried and changed her look. Leather jackets hard edges red lips red hair. And then she tried her look at school and everyone sneered and everyone gossiped, but they liked it and she was well loved. But then reality hit and she heard the whispers behind her back and in bathroom stalls. Put some pants on were the final words she heard...
Trashy
I think I might be a monster
and I think it might be killing me
I hope it’s killing me
so all my bits and pieces can die.
I want to be something new;
cabaret red, pitch black, fish nets
I can hardly resist
the slinky, slutty connotation.
I hear the music is better loud
when the singer can’t sing
and you’re wasted
falling on the ground.
I can’t hear the rhythm...
Escape
Mother Mercy hit her daughter across the face
leaving five distinct, red marks on the girl’s cheek
But the girl held her tongue, for once
and kept her hands to herself
Instead, she crept inside her room and cried herself to dreams,
dreams of running,
hiding,
of foreign lands.
And between old, orange lockers
the girl divulged her secret to a friend
and the friend wanted to help
but...
Date with the Night - Yeah Yeah Yeah’s
Risky
Yes
I wish I lived that kind of life
where you get so wasted you can’t remember who you slept with the night before
or what was in your drink in the first place.
I want to be reckless
and wear mini skirts to risky parties
and smoke outside with a group of good-looking guys
and ask for a light as pretext to flirting with all of them.
It should be right to be wrong
when you’ve...
The Merry Murderess
Her hands
covered in a thin layer of scarlett drops
challenged the crimson cloths
of the Cell Block Tango.
There were tears in her guilt glazed eyes,
and shame of what she had done.
But the voices kept barking in her ear
and the voices kept gnawing at her brain
to do the unspeakable.
And there he laid dying
in her spoiled, capable hands
at the mercy of his schizophrenic girlfriend;
a...
A Christmas Haiku
Santa Clause once stood
on the corner of 5th street.
Then a cab hit him.
Vases
Vase.
That’s where we put our flowers
and where we fill our tears
in an urn
like a vase
full of beautiful flowers
our family
their ashes
that’s where we spend our hours.
Get over it!
There will be no grief, no red faces, no teary eyes
Forgot what you’ve heard
society has instilled in us a set of beliefs, a set of morals
Abandon them.
Bluntly deceive those who try to...
