Sometimes I dreamt about taking a knife to school and killing everyone
To hear something other than the chalkboard silence
They noticed my grades were slipping when I needed glasses
Not when I left pieces of myself
In the second floor bathroom
Sometimes I hear their voices in the stillness of the blade on the obvious places
I want to dream about something other than
For silence that never came from me
If I were to be cured,
I can only wonder if my personality would be
cured as well.
I disgust myself,
To think that all I am
Is this disease
That could someday evaporate
Like my happiness has for the past four years.
And I wonder,
Would I know happiness to find it?
Would I know the words to say,
In place of my melodic melancholy.
I don’t know.
I simply won’t know
For a very
As I wait,
To be cured,
Of a disease that swallows life like air,
Perhaps when they find the cure,
I will be dead already.
We are cultures strung together and then woven like a tapestry,
The design is what makes us more than the sum totals of our history,
We are an experiment going right for a change.
Shane’s Website: http://www.shanekoyczan.com/
Shane’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/Koyczan
(Note: I know that the fourth of July was recent, but I’m Canadian so here’s to Canada day)
He claimed to be a fan of horror
But he clearly hadn’t watched enough films to know that
If you create a monster
Don’t be surprised
If it turns around
I’m ready for my close-up now, baby.
Slathered in makeup so thick you could cut me with a knife and find no soul underneath.
I’ve forgotten who the mask is,
Me, you or the camera.
Some people start their poems with
“baby won’tcha look my way”
But you’re already looking my way
I just don’t know how to meet your eyes.
Baby don’t fall for me
I’ll break you where it doesn’t heal.
(and I could be reading into this but sometimes literacy is a virtue)
(Do you feel me inside you yet
because I see myself in your eyes)
You make me warm,
Maybe that’s enough.
I’m going to keep it this way
Shove it down into my heart
(and maybe a little lower)
Shove it down far enough that you won’t find it
(secretly hoping you’ll look)
And if I break you break too
Because you look at me like you can’t afford to lose me
You can’t afford to lose me
But you can’t afford to love me
It never works out for everyone
It never works out for anyone
So if I just crumple to the floor in tears can we bypass this breakfast bullshit so I can get that table their fricking water?
I adore this poem. It reminds me of how much I don’t miss my time in the service industry.
Thadra’s website: http://www.thadrasheridan.com/
Thadra’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/ThadraSheridan
I told them all
Boy don’t fall for me because I’ll break you where it doesn’t heal
You reflect what you sow
And karma is a cat that claws at me while it digs into my lap
I’ll never tell you how much I want you there
I’d die first.
It’s much easier to blame you
Because boys only say those things when they want to fuck me
But baby you’re a man I guess
And mine might be one eventually
It doesn’t stop me
From wanting to be something that you’d want
So you’ll say those things
Because you’ll want to
My first love was unrequited
I’ve learned that most of them should be
If I fall onto your floor
Splatter on the ground
Will you lick me up between the cracks
Take me tomorrow and I won’t tell a soul
I know I’m already between your chest
I want to be between your legs
I think I’ve felt you here before
Before I knew you were there.
Fuck you for being much too late