back from spring break. it was... well it wasnt school. i wrote some bad poetry. its here if you want to read it. as for actually writing about any of it... ill probably be too lazy to.

*could i please be objective i think to myself and i think it out loud but you hear me and i think it quietly
*quietly you cant hear me quietly you cant see me and i cant see you from behind this veil you wear that my eyes put on you
*ill hide from you daily ill hide from you from states away and pretend to see you but you wont see me im too quiet

~*~

another plastic bag suicide
another super pill that does it all
the rist of side effects is very low
with luck your dick may even grow
fed to children the results apall

another tanning bed catastrophy
your gucci bags cant cost too much
cause theyre stylish and still far too small
its not for packing things at all
appearance is your only crutch

another botox bloated golden age
the magazines report on time
now miss diva of the century
is wearing lip shade #3
highway robbery is not a crime

another raised-by-tv bride-to-be
and hey, if youre not the sharpest knife
you can still observe the well-to-do
with their fancy cars and rooms of shoes
making the best of your sorry life

another plastic bag suicide
another tanning bed catastrophy
another botox bloated golden age
another raised-by-tv bride-to-be
one more multi-million dollar fight
one more mvp card shopping spree
one more succubus to quench my thirst
one more hit on my life of riley

~*~

the ripples on the ceiling spread outward from a central point
exactly where i focus my eyes it fries with waves of heat
a sprinkler head for bon fires sits random like a metal tooth
the dirty corporate lampshades never had much to do with me
the blinds are always closed simply cause the city might see us
and find a way to send their dirty vibes through our hotel walls
the wallpaper is crawling but lacks even a partial soul
while half-nude mirrors cower from showers that just may have claws
days inside a hotel room does wonders for one's perception
the richness of your cars cloth seats contrasts the system's nylon touch
its enough to make you bleed
bleed right out your eyes