This Is Just Stuff That Got Jotted Down

In the margins of my school notebooks.

I've not had time to write anything for a little while, and unfortunately have been unable to get to read requests, but I figured I'd post this that I just found.

These were just some snippets of poetry that I found in my notebooks from this past school year.  Some are good, some aren't.  Regardless, I'd like to develop them out from there.  Between the dots, each is something separate.

And if you're friends with me on Facebook, sorry, you've probably already seen this.

My life is but an entry

In the encyclopedia

Of this world.

The low brow media

The heretical wikipedia

And if it’s God that pens it

Then he must have writers block

Because everything in my life

Seems to just have stopped.

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I’m always transparent when you are by

You can see everything inside

I am transparent with you nearby

Perhaps I’ll die.

All of the parts are held together with glue

But all of my parts come unglued

Like the soul of the mother living in the shoe.

I unglue due to you.

You’d point out the boy with pie on his thumb

And the pepper stuck in his gums.

You would never laugh at my wittily placed puns.

Perhaps I’m done.

Done with play things, and stuffed hearts, and magical keys.

Done with boxes, and lockets, and buying your Burt’s Bees.

Done with chocolates, and mushrooms, and anaphora.

Done with castles, and cards, and words that will bore ya’.

And I once knew a man from Kentucky.

He was always very lucky.

He said forget the dames, I’m going trucking.

Paid five dollar sucky, fucky.

But I can’t be that trucking kind of guy.

Because you give a girl a line,

She wants the heart, the soul, the rest of the guy.

Perhaps I’ll die.

...............

I am nothing more than dust

That floats up and down on the air

With every word that you breathe from your spoken lips.

How did I get so small?
How did you get so big?
How did I get so small?
How did I let you get so big?

You’re a giant running over the sand.

Kicking up great storms on the beach.

Don’t know how I let you step on me.

Now, you’re crushing me.

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A firing squad climbs down the stairs.

Stop at a row of quiet mimes.

Ask them to speak their names,

But they shake their heads in crimes.

..............

I think I might sleep with the fishes

Fulfill the man in the tux’ dark wishes.

I hate the lake these days.

So, I think I will just swim away.

I’m salty inside

And the ocean sounds sweet.

And I’ll stay ‘neath the coast for weeks.

I’m so tired

I can never sleep

But perhaps if I can get off the land

Crawl from the sand

Living in the waves

Will lull me to dreams.

I will descend, wave farewell, 

Go to the moonlit ocean gleams.

..............

Sex beneficial

It’s officially unofficial

Friends benefit

From the fun that they get.

If it’s inadequate,

Find a new friend

To get

With.

................

My mama said, “Mall walkers become street walkers”

...............

She was a cartoon of a beautifully ordinary girl.

She had grey lines running all around the speech she spoke.

I can only say something funny if the dialogue is written in.

And most of what we say or don’t is from the one who wrote.

Block letters from our dry mouths.

Only movements are written above.

Our flaws magnified.

My newsprint skin is scuffed.

..............

Not everything I listen to is bull crap

Not everything I listen to is s**t.

I can’t help that you’re old

And you don’t like it.

But these are the songs that make me who I am,

These are the ones I’ll listen to again and again.

..............

I said a 1-2

1-2-3

Come on, everybody

Come look at me

I said uh 1-2

1-2-3

Come on baby

And look and see

Why I’m not like

The guys in the other bands

With their eyelined eyes

And their sprayed on tans.

..............

There’s a blue can of brew

And a black can of chew

And e’eryone is telling me

What the f**k I should do.

...............

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Got a ringing in my ear

And a whole lotta fear.

I really need a beer

It’s the only way I’ll steer

This car

Into a tree.

Then, that’ll be all for me

And you don’t have to worry

About anything I said.

...............

A word-

A note-

The words

Move slow.

The drone,

I know.

When does

This go

Away?

Get old-

Grey hair-

Well taught,

It’s rare.

Wide rimmed

Eye glass-

Won’t have

My sass.

A man

Alone-

Only

The drone

Of his own

Voice.

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One person is a rebel

One person is a pain

But if we all band together

A real revolt brings about change.

Revolutions revolve around

Never getting off the ground.

Never getting anything done.

Revolts aren’t revolutionary

When they get so revolting.

.................

Your tears are a shotgun.

The shoot through my heart.

Just c**k it back

And blow my heart apart.

C**k it back.  Reload.

Author's Note

Tell me what ya think, and which one's you liked best.
Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Anicca]

Brilliant! A lovely collection of unrelated thoughts, I like it a lot.

I loved the one 'Not everything I listen to is Bull crap', it made me smile and I agreed strongly with the sentiment behind it.

The one that started 'sex beneficial' is another personal favourite because it reminded me of some of my past behaviours/partners, haha, although to be honest I would rather forget a lot of them.

The first one was lovely too, I dont think you need to expand it at all, it was lovely as it was.

Thanks for sharing this box of thoughts.

[the in between]

the first one is my favorite :) the rest i liked them all. thanks for sharing your remarkable work.

"i these one was a close first:
There’s a blue can of brew
And a black can of chew
And e’eryone is telling me
What the f**k I should do."

hahaha and the eyeliner and fake tan :D your poems are fun to read

[klewis]

I just read the first piece, and it made me smile. I love that one - easy to relate to as writers, and, well... humans.
The second one was very sweet. I connected it to a couple nursery rhymes, perhaps that was your intent. Either way, I love how this is going so far.
The ocean piece is my favorite so far. "I'm salty inside,/And the ocean sounds sweet" < I'm not sure why I love these lines so much, the salty sweet thinking here.
The music piece + the bands piece = genius. I laughed.
The one about revolutions evoked a fair amount of thought. You bring out a good point I wish most people could see.

Keep up the great work. You've got a real talent, I think.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this. So many were so good. "Mall walker because street walkers." That is a new one on me even. Your mind is working good tonight. I like the complete poem. It was fun to read.
Coyote