... destination: as jaded hope

anywhere, really. as long as i'm there. that's all i'm looking for. my brother has found that in his current state of infatuation and while i do feel sorry for him... part of me is so jealous to be there too. wherever, there is really. as long as he's there.

... destination: as scarlet ideals

of course i was mad.
we were supposed to end up all tangled up with my skirt pulled up and his head all doped up and it's just too bad that this is all made up.

... destination

unkown? i'd like to have a mohawk someday. but then i'd have to deal with more lesbian comments. i have enough already. i miss my friends back in maryland. the real ones. i don't feel very poetic right now... mainly because everything else around me is.

... weapon

daggers, they said her eyes were like. so original. pools of blue ice and fire, they said her eyes were like. so prolific. a window inside a soul that maybe should be kept a mystery, they called her eyes. so insightful.
but he just called them pretty... and part of her died inside.

... weapon: as jaded hope

my weapon of choice is honesty.

but not the easy, every day kind. the stuff that is left unsaid, hanging on the misconceptions of your perceptions. i say what no one wants to hear but NEEDS to hear and the power in uncovering a truth so blatantly ignored moves me beyond words.

... weapon: as scarlet ideals

my weapon on choice is fire.

heat. the flame usually coming from inside of me, sometimes between myself and the people around me, but mostly between a boy eye's and the area in between my thighs.

small

I crawl across the cobblestone floor and fall through the small cracks between the stones into a universe unseen

include

include the diluted deluded aftereffects of a tuna overconsumption. mercury. hg. feel the toxic metal accumulating in the brainstem, feeding psychosis of neurosis by devouring the central nervous system.

include

include everyone in your reindeer games. dont make fun or have fun or be any fun, just be sure that no one goes home crying. in clude with this, bad advice from my mom.

duel

bring it. you choose the place and I choose the weapons. you choose the alley and I choose foreheads. that's right, we're going to headbutt eachother untill one of us dies.

... 20

when good trash cans go bad.

our first poem: 071205

our lines will be in bold.

expecting something different, this thousandth time
but always finding the same, relieved and disappointed
i shamble back to the darkness
i shamble back and slump down
and think of what might be if something different came
this comfortable mess i have made for myself
this uncomfortable feeling ive found.
i walk not alone in this darkness
i walk with the other broken souls that came before me
i can learn from their mistakes, grow from their failures
but how can i prevent, my own soul from making mistakes,
maybe i cant. i shouldn't. i need them to grow...

...

beauty reveals itself through means unknown, not of...
visual vibrancy of decrepit decay by way of inverse comparison

...

in a one man game of Texas Hold Em you can only cheat yourself.
so take me and use me up
or bluff everything you've got in a suicide move
capitalize this game with your poker face
your lies only look real because you've convinced yourself.

... seize

the day? the moment? the opportunity? because it definitely is there. whispering. hinting. suggesting that you are being silly for not taking the time. making the effort.

glory waits. a shame it isn't impatient.

... apparent

i wish that i could just lock eyes with you and know that you knew what i couldn't manage to say but felt so strongly that it just drips off of me onto you and that we could share so much from such a simple little thing but it really all comes down to the fact that you. just. don't. get. it.

apparent

apparently you weren't paying attention. otherwise your wise-ass self wouldn't be flying across the hood of my car. you're fucking lucky that I don't back over you once or twice for good measure.

call

post your digits and finger the pad tip-type over the numerated keys and press the buttons but not hard enough to actually make the call because sometimes such calls are tough to make

... call

karma is such a bitch. could you please just give me ONE word that does not have to line up EXACTLY with my current state of being? can you please NOT feed this infatuation that is brewing in the back of my head and in between my legs?!??!

dirty slut.

... befriend

love me. learn me. taste me. know me. break me. take me. leave me. underestimate me. just don't yell at me when i never call you back and i promise that i will rarely forget

... to.

new games??

so this sexy bitch i know is responsible for creating a few other online challenges in addition to our beloved oneword.

i've avoided them thus far because you have to register for typekey in order to participate. and well... that was just too much effort.

until now, anyway. poetc and onecaption are actually worth signing up for yet another online account that you will never remember or really use. i'm serious.

so yeah. let's play.

... reaction

looking for one. hoping. aching. begging for it to be real. genuine. something different.

i just want to do something to you. help you grow. and i want the same in return.

challenge me. please.