Sandwich?

"I have so many sandwiches, you don't even know. It's ridiculous," I tell Justin happily as i flop into the front seat.

He looks distracted out the car window at my coworker who is waving frantically at us from inside the shop. "I think that guy is trying to tell you something," he says.

"Hmm, I'll be right back." I run back into the shop, and my coworker is holding my bag of sandwiches. "Shit! Thank you!" I exclaim as i grab them and run out.

I hop back in the car. "So these are my sandwiches," i tell him, opening the bag up wide. "Look at this!"

"Wait-were you just bragging earlier about sandwiches you didn't actually have? That is hilarious."

"Shut up."

We begin our hunt for homeless people. It's hard to find them late at night like this. In the daytime they're everywhere. Then at night they tuck in to sleep and only the crazy night owls are still roaming around. But even those guys are hard to find.

We drive around for a minute and i spot a sleeping bag with a human shaped lump in it outside a Jack In the Box. "Pull over!" I demand. "I think i found one!!!" He parks in Jack's lot and i rush out towards the lump in the bag. When I'm close i see the lump is definitely a person, with their face covered by a newspaper.

I feel bad bc i figure whoever is in that sleeping bag is obviously sleeping but i have sandwiches to get rid of and they aren't going to eat themselves. I decide to wake the person up by asking loudly, "HEY DO YOU WANT A SANDWICH?" An arm reaches out to grab the newspaper and the bleary eyed face of a weathered middle aged lady peeks out at me in confusion, mumbling for a moment before asking me, "Sandwich?" At which point i thrust it into her hand and run like the wind.

Justin and i decide to take the rest of this venture on foot. We're walking down the most ghetto road we can find in our vicinity, cuzz that's where homeless ppl are more likely to be.

"Is that a homeless person?" Justin asks me, pointing across the street at a human sized lump covered in black trash bags that i realize upon closer inspection is actually just bags of trash. No," I reply, disappointed. "That's just trash." It's an awkward moment when you mistake a pile of trash for a human. But if homeless ppl don't want to be associated with trash bags, they should stop accessorizing with them all the damn time.

Finally Justin notices an open umbrella sheltering somebody who is sitting next to a shopping cart full of junk. "That's definitely a homeless person!" I declare. We rush towards the figure under the umbrella. They are covered entirely in a dirty white blanket, even their face, like they are in a giant cocoon.

"WOULD YOU LIKE A SANDWICH?"  I address the blanket loudly. The blanket rustles and out pops an old black lady with a toothless grin who is very excited to see us. I show her all the sandwiches i have and we discuss the selection. Eventually we decide she should just take them all. The more we talk the stronger the scent of pee gets. It's wafting up right under my nose. But i don't care. She's very grateful and her smile is heartwarming. This is exactly what i wanted to happen. To make somebody happy.

We skip away, mission accomplished, all my sandwiches gone. I can only hope those two ladies enjoyed their sandwiches.

The Portals

Justice rips her blindfold off & holds a sword to my throat. Staring, cold blind eyes like mirrors peirce right into my soul. I cannot look at her without guilt. Her blind eyes somehow shame me, although they see nothing. I know why she is here before the words leave her lips. I must surrender my key to the Portals. To fight is useless and problematic. I feel a numb sense of complacency wash over me even as my heart beats with horror in my chest. My own hand shall betray me now- what else can be done but obey? I give her the key. The moment that fucking key is in her hand the earth shakes beneath us and we are suddenly split, separated by a giant chasm. I'm just lucky I didn't fall in it and die. But am I really lucky, to remain in such a hateful world? I am tired of surviving, struggling for life on this godforsaken fucked up planet.

The Portals were my only escape from this madness. Nothing else mattered. Yet i managed to fuck it up.

Enchanted

The taste of his scorpion tongue in her mouth is like acid.
And nothing she could ever do would get her a room in his castle.
A place to call home.
Why would she want to live there in the dark and grime and cobwebs?
But she does. Badly.
She doesn't care about the monsters in his death trap labyrinth who occasionally escape and try to eat her. Or all the dirty rooms he hides.
Trespassing, she creeps through his castle halls when he's away. Collecting cobwebs like cotton candy, past the wall with the word "RUN!" written on it in blood.
Hunting for an unlocked door, maybe a secret entrance.
Searching for clues to uncover the truth. Who is he?

his scorpion tongue answers to nothing and spits only poison.
And yet she remains enchanted.

i don't know you, despite how close as we've become after all this time.



i know you less and less.










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split

i could have your hands and feet
 like a puppet, under my control.
i could own your soul
 like the moon owns the waves.
 i could have you on an operating table
 with your chest cracked open,
 heart inside out.
brains extracted
 and placed on display
 in a mason jar at my desk.
do you feel like escargot,
like a snail robbed of its shell
about to hit the frying pan?

i wonder if your zen is really just a shocked numbness,
an inability to process,
as the earth shakes below us,
 cracking open,
and we are split apart by a giant chasm.

My heart is a minefield with no map.

my rage is a beast kept locked in chains,
yet he always escapes.

we split.
and I can only feel you if I close my eyes.

i couldn't understand
when she told me what she saw
and how she did nothing

because it seemed so selfish
so cold
so wrong

but now i realize
it wasn't a decision for her
it was survival

now i understand survival
what it's like to be vulnerable
what it's like to need
at any cost

and even though it was selfish
cold
and wrong
i understand now.
i do.

it's not ok.
but i get it.

i understand the need to be wary,

but impenetrable? 

how do i prove i am not the enemy? 

i bleed myself open 

as if my sacrifice could be 

a meaningful testament

but no. 

the only meaning you find is in loathing

and your calculation of this giant debt

the world owes you

everything has shifted,

and it's better kept out of your sight.

out of range from your stupid selfish radar

til you learn

what it means

to love. 

boundary lines have all been reset

to include a generous buffer zone.

because i know you'll keep walking 

with your knives out, 

ever-ready and vicious

til you learn

what it means

to feel safe.

it's always going to be the same shit

even when i think it's a New scene

until i learn, yeah I'm learning

that it's not so hard as i thought. 

and i can be stronger. 

the coldness takes over me finally, a virus
eating away at me, eating my warmth,
robbing me

i am
carving a perfect version of my heart

like a block of marble
fromthe outside in

breathing life into stone
a vision buried beneath the surface

hungry cold slow death becomes me
but with weak hands
i envision life anew

thesame dark sirens lure me into the rocks repeatedly, but just bc i fall for it every time doesn't mean I'm stupid. it's the song, and it Will always own me, until i can finally lay this ache in my heart to rest.

too late

I should have held her close and refused to let her wake up alone. I should have listened when she said she felt alone, listened with my heart, and instead of feeding her bullshit words. I should have shown her the truth by just. fucking. holding her. all night. while she cried in pain as her body gave out. She woke up from the most miserable night of her life to find me gone. All her fears and doubts confirmed. God forbid I let her ruin my birthday with the burden of her illness.

It wasn't me. It was a defeated, hallow, cold Desiree I have never, ever known before. 

And I kept running. Even when the world was spinning and suddenly in the wake of her death all things became trivial and every shadow was an omen and a reminder at the same time. Even then, I wouldn't. just. face it. I ran. God forbid I have a sad birthday. God forbid I let her ruin my fucking day, right? 

I don't want to think about it so selfishly. it makes their words true. it makes that sick feeling inside grow. i can't be that person. i can't follow the logic of these heartless tards.

but i just hope things don't always have to be so toxic emotionally. because it doesn't matter how strong i want to be, i don't think i can withstand being drained from the inside out. I'm sacrificing my physical health already. I can't give away my spirit too. It's all I have.

Can I really lose my spirit? I'm worried I will turn cold. I don't want to go cold.

i never knew i needed you til you were gone.
even the wisdom i had didn't stop me from treatin' you bad.
torn up by love and loathing, you ran
and in your broken state
she found you and gave you all the sweetness that you craved.

it ain't right for a man like you to find himself lonely every night.
unlike me, your wife-to-be had enough sense to hold you tight.

I'm just another bitch on your list, but you're one of the few good men on mine.

shudders

It's fucking ridiculous, but somehow the taste of an over-cooked egg on toast makes me miss you. I get sentimental. Then the whole fliparoo thing happens with my heart, and I'm thrown into a miserable fit of love and loathing. I suppose at least this is progress, in a way, for me. I actually felt brave enough this time to let somebody the fuck in for once. Too bad it was you. 

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Entre los labios y la voz
algo se va muriendo
algo con alas de pajaro
algo de angusta y de olvido

pablo neruda

Meta-Whore

"I'll wait in this place
where the sun never shines
where the shadows run
from themselves."
~Cream







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mustache&a mini-skirt

he's drunk in his fat armchair
not wasted just in that loose goosy place
giving me those open probing looks
digging deeper into my mind trying to get somewhere

he says it's a funny thing you had to put on a show of extravagance and insanity
just to feel comfortable enough to be yourself with random strangers
why should it take such a display of not-normal
to feel at home within yourself








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i am dying because i am underwater. i am soooooo emo. read my blog  and comment. Love you. : ) \

call of the tube

I have this thing I do when I'm feeling kinda spunky where if I get in a person's way I am just compelled to demand a password before I let them through. Most of the time I don't even actually know what the password is and I really just expect them to give me one that sounds impressive, or something that seems like it would MAKE a good password hits me and I just expect the person to read my mind given the context of my weird facial expressions which I count as hints.

Sometimes people try to brush me aside? Or they play but rather begrudgingly. The point, however, of being spunky is NOT to get along with people but to have a good time being a nuisance. I kinda can't help but torture people with my game quite regularly. Most often, sadly, I have to confess the password because they are hopelessly lost or admit I don't actually have a real one and then my poor victim is forced to play along with me anyhow and we make up what the password should be, which usually has something to do with some stupid inside joke going around or disgustingly enough I might force them to say something ridiculously nice about me.

"Tubee MickTube," Bobby bursts out very confidently when I've got him trapped and he can't get out of the fucking kitchen until I grant him freedom. "I don't care if that's not the real password, it is from now on, because Tubee demands recognition." And even though I hate how I didn't really get to torture him at all I must respect such solid logic and move out of his damn way.

Tubee MickTube is like the bestest tube in the world. He makes me happy. I got him at Blockbuster, he was the container for some ugly stopwatch I never even bothered figuring out how to work because although I told myself I liked the watch when I bought it what I was really after was the damn tube the thing was in, but hey, maybe one day I will be in the mood to slap that thing on and figure out how to set it and wear it around all super proudly.

Aaaaaaanyway though, my friend LeeAnn was with me and she was the one who kind of inspired such excitement about the tube, she was like, "Do you know what we could use that thing for???" and I was like, "MmmmmmHmmmmmmm, I hear you girl," and we decided it had to be done. Except the guy at the counter, I handed him the tube without the watch in it because I was so excited just to hold the tube in my hands on it's own I'd pulled out the watch before he'd even rung up the price and so I just handed him the empty tube, which he scanned and then thoughtlessly THREW THE DAMN TUBE AWAY and I had to ask him like four times to give me my tube back before he realized what I wanted because he couldn't grasp the logic of me needing such apparent trash back. WHAT an ignoramus.

So all day long me and LeeAnn were singing songs about Mr. Mick Tubee, our new pal, our favoritest tube in the whole world. Driving in the car listening to music, we'd sing on top of the songs and replace all the lyrics with our random Tubee MickTube poetry, which mostly just involved saying, "tubee Micktoob" repeatedly.

And Tubee MickTube became our phrase that just embodied a sense of utter joy and love for life.

Anyway, Bobby knows how deeply my heart is moved just to hear the phrase "Tubee MickTube" and he's taking advantage of it now to win my fucking password game, but I guess I'm the one who wins because Tubee is the light of my life and I can't ever hear his name enough.