And I’m out I’ve thought long and hard, what I’d say on this day. Play it all cool or get emo and gay. Or write a long letter and send out a mail. About how much I love you before I set sail. I started out here as an eager intern. Motivated to work and
I love to see my friends each day,And tell them all hello.I love to give them lots of hugs,I’m sad to see them go.I’m happy each and every time,There’s something new to share!I love to greet most everyone…But that guy, over there. I only want the best for folks,My friends and family.I want to see
A poem I wrote because people on the Internet make me sad sometimes. UPDATE: This will soon be published as an illustrated children’s book, under my new publishing company, Turtlebird Books. Keep an eye out for that. Thanks to everyone who demanded I finally get around to it! There once were some people, Who were
Primary bodily functionAir, warmth, water, sleep.In that order.Before pride, dignity, love, laughter, sex, music, friendship, family, blood, food, eyesight, speech, humour, anything, everything. Your heart becomes a murmur,Forever flickering like a spent fluorescent bulb,A broken insect on its back, kicking at nothing,Wishing its legs would just let it rest. You know enough to know that
Where am I?And how did I get there?How can a place like that even exist?Let alone be slipped and fallen into unawares? I have met darkness.Its hands are cold.Its grip is firm.And it whispers at you in a voice that sounds mockingly like your own. Terror.Abject, heart-stopping fear.Like the pressure of all the oceans on
Love. It’s a real motherfucker, ain’t it? Like any drug, You wake up wondering if it was worth the pain. But, if you could get another shot of real love, You’d be at the garage right now, Nervously waiting for a gentleman with a strange accent, Wouldn’t you? I’d be in the car parked next
Young man, go about your travels.Seek out the giants you feared as a boy.But know that certain tales of their terror,Should not be taken lightly.Do not mistake sensibility for cowardice. Young man, seek out adventure.Do the things that you should not.But do them with your eyes wide open,And one of them ever fixed upon your
The sun is coming.And it will scream inside your head.Everyone will see.Everyone will feel your sickness.A streetlight ever outside your window,Moths, bashing at the bulbs inside your eyes.Screaming inward. Caving inward. Voices that are not your own.Coup d’etat of the mind.Nowhere to go.No legs. No road. No map. You can’t lie down when you’re already
Even with the edge filed off,Your fingers find my chalkboard.Screw my lid on from the inside,And try to punch some holes. The strength it takes to hold four feet,from the sharks beneath the see-saw.The cycle set to rinse/repeatThe drum not quite in time. Yes I cleaned the edges up,And yes, I guess, I sat down.But
This is one of my all-time favourites, even if it is very dark and very personal. Every time I read it, it takes me back to what might be the darkest feeling I’ve ever felt. I was so angry, literally dying of obesity, trapped in my body and only slightly more angry than I was
