Ohppas• Show poetry

Im in the process of figuring out what to write here since what I used to have here doesnt apply to the me I am today so I changed my much darker layout and all this jazz to somthing more suitable... yah I know this might not make sense to many of you... a little about me.. umm Im blonde blue eyed, I have 14 piecrings and 4 tattoos, I love to read write and I think people are very interesting to listen to.I love many form of arts like writting, taking pictures, manipulation of photos,and Im pretty much always listening to music. If you are homophobic my site may not be for you since any poems dealing with a significant other are all about same sex relationships so leave now if its not ur thing... I dont really have much else to say besides I dont venture on here often like i used to so most of my stuff is old.. and you may be able to see the way I have grown by reading from the start.

~ my fav poems of mine I think you should check out are "so many deaths" "homeless" and "vampire love"

some of the music I listen to would include:
NIN
Tool
VNV Nation
Combicrist
Prodigy
Depeche mode
Tegan and Sara
she wants revenge
johnny cash
the doors
kindney theives
hole
Covenant
the gossip
ani defranco
gorrilaz
lacuna coil
manson
Retrosic
K's Choice
Melissa Etheridge
missy higgins
Dido
Sinead O'connor
Alanis morissette
Wumpscut
zombie girl
Massive attack
A Perfect Circle
gothminister
KMFDM
.. pretty much everything, but mostly industrial and chick music lol

umm I dont watch much tv when I do I watch:
CSI
Regenisis
the discovery channel
Buffy
the L word
exes and ohs

some of my favourite movies would be:
boys dont cry
girl interrupted
spun
zero day
Gia
hedwig and the angry inch
lost and delerious
loving annabelle
tank girl
the secret
Imagine me and you
Debs
the cell
resident evil
sweet november
hackers
queen of the damned
fight club
a beautiful mind
the jacket
the machinest
party monster
trainspotting
... thats all I can think of right now but Im sure there is more. mostly I like Indie films, mind fucks, and thinking movies, oh and I tend to like movies that can make me cry for some reason lol

my fav poet is Alix Olson heres something by her:

Criminal

They sat me down
in the big green police chair
With a big green light cornering my soul.
They said:
You tell us who’s the boogey man, ma’am
You point out the Criminal.
And they tell me they can tell I’m a
First-class, top-notch, jury-duty, law-abiding
Kind of chick.
So, I flash my big, bright smile, I say:
Well, I’m glad that’s what you think.

And they hand me a box of composites
Stacked in some kind of alphabetical caste
Where last names don’t seem to matter,
Goes from A to Black to Blacker.
But I’m a model-citizen and
Model-citizens don’t cause kinks.
Yes, I’m a model-citizen
So I sit my top-notch ass down to think.

In the morning paper, they say:
Those spam-eating spics
are out to scam your family.
Yeah, they’ll rob your job,
Soak up the last three drops in this
Trickle down, down,
Down-under country.
Well, while big-business takes its little piggies
To market
By keeping us dependent,
The morning paper says:
The Criminal’s
The Immigrant.

And on the four o’clock pop-rock talk show, Joe says:
Yeah, a dyke is easy to spot.
She looks like a man, talks like a man, acts like a man, Yeah
But she’s sure as hell not.
And all the other guests say:
Yeah, Joe, I think she’s out to get your woman.
And by five o’clock, all the other Joe’s in America know
The Criminal’s
The Lesbian

And on the TV News, it’s:
Poor Black Women (colon) The Expert Opinion
And all these white male scholars saying:
Well, she shouldn’t have a baby if she can’t feed him.
But she shouldn’t have an abortion either,
She should just know better.
You see, knowledge is power
Yeah, but power is money and
Money’s what matters.

And in the New York Times,
it’s handcuffed protestors in Seattle
And the headline reads:
Angry Activists Start a Battle
And the World Bank Leaders and the WTO
And Disney and Visa and Mansanto
And Goodyear and Texaco
All smile and say:
Sure is nice to own the paper on a day like today!

So, I’m sitting in the big, green police chair
With a big, green light cornering my soul.

They say:
You tell us who’s the boogey man, ma’am
You point out the criminal

So I finger the composites stacked in my hand,
I flash my big, bright model-citizen smile.
I say:
I’m sorry Sir.
But the criminal
Ain’t in this pile.