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Who knows?

I tried to be a lady once but got called a bitch
So I'm living and loving it now just like I am...
It's 3:39 am and I'm smoking cigarettes one after another
I hear the dishwasher washing three day old mold off the pans

On my desk lies a bunch of unpaid bills that won't be paid this month and my porn files gave my computer aids
Nobody loves me but that's just fine, I've got a vibrator that has my name on it, and it won't talk back

It's painted blue my hours of death, killed the night when I yanked down the moon.  For hours before it was a dusky pink, but that was before the zombies came for me.  Beckoning me with their slimy hands.

Hold my hand while I pee, so I don't fall over out here, it's dark. Wipe my ass with poison ivy again and I'll be pissed for a week. 

Traipsing around in the woods at night is all you can do for fun, when your life revolves around country fucking springtimes that don't ever last.

Undone is my belt and my socks don't match but who really cares when it's dark anyway?  I know you sure as hell don't since you waded that creek before.

Aquamarine stone on my right hand glistens in the pale moonlight or what's left of it.  It laughs at me coldly because my face is to pale and my legs are to long.

Autumn listens to me like summer never has and it's heart beats in my hand.  I feel like kicking the tree but my foot's still broken from last time.

How silly to think of a day that made me laugh when all that's left are scraps of rotten potato peelings sitting in my sink.

Don't rain on my parade with your rusty nail colored eyes that watch me from afar.  This stick of wood that should be in my fireplace has your name on it.

Those daffodils scream at me as I pour the blood from the watering pot over them to turn them red as wine because I'm so sick of yellow- it makes me want to yell obscenities

Mud on my jeans and deodorant stains on my underarms, a little toothpaste on my shirt and I'm a fucking slob.  No curlers in my hair though.

Can't stand the sunshine anymore than the dirt on my knees so I take a bath with my razor shaving more than my legs because I might just get lucky today, who knows?




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3:11am

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  • Cinnarry gold member
    October 10, 2008
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    This is one of the best poems I have read in a long while, Bookmarked and congratulations.


    • SchizoChic
      October 10, 2008
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      Thanks so much for the gold. And I am glad you liked my poem.