Words That Rhyme Sometimes

Most of this is bullshit. But the majority of it is true.

[-mcs]

Just Like You

I am uncomfortable in my skin Just like you My skin is alien Just like yours I hide it well Just like you I talk about your skin Like mine is perfect And I have permission to be picky Just like you I hate the way I look I hate the way I sound I hate the words in my mouth Just like you do too. And if you think I don't That I'm just lying to get laid Then you must think you're the only one Who has ever jumped off a bridge. -mcs

[-mcs]

Old words

Why were your words better? They were grand and eloquent But hard to swallow Like that pill your 'friend' slipped in your teeth. Your words were long and tedious Crafted for readers who read And don't watch television. We devour your words We know you'd slop up ours But they, those happy prideful souls, want your words Because your words make them feel smart And our words make them afraid. -mcs

[-mcs]

Sitting in a hotel room drunk, broke, and out of luck.

To know you can't. To yearn and never have Because of lack. That insatiable sensation Kept my dreams alive. -mcs

[-mcs]

All My Words

Everything I need to say

Can be said

As I walk away from you.

-mcs

[-mcs]

Gabriella

The wind blows though her hair. It delicately lifts the golden strands Places them quietly back on her shoulders. How I wish I was the wind Caressing her pale skin Breathing deeply down her spine Guiding each moment into frailty Kissing her like the wind kisses the rain Oh how I long for her touch Rain against my skin Cold, gentle, unexpected touch Slowly moving down my being Her lips pressed against mine Kissing me like the rain kisses the wind -mcs

[-mcs]

Alone

I'd rather be with you But your not here so I Sit by myself. Alone where No one can find me. Because being Alone where no one can find me is Better Than being alone when everyone Is around. When everyone is around, they Can see I'm alone. They see you're not here with Me. They see me about To cry To die. And I can't help but to Think that somewhere in this Crowd of people watching me be alone, You're there staring right at me Wishing we've never met. Because then you wouldn't have to Come over to me. And no One would know you left me. But you did leave me And I'm scared. I'm more scared than I've ever been Before. I'm scared you won't come over And I'll be alone forever. I'm scared That I'll mess everything up and this Time you wont forgive me. I'm scared My dreams won't happen and you Won't be there to say try it again. You won't be there to say it's alright. You won't be there because I let you go a long time ago. I'm scared. I'm scared to Death and it doesn't help that I can't find You. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? I'm helpless. Can't you see that? -mcs

[-mcs]

My mind is an open field shadowing cluttered orifices.

And I’m full of shit.

[-mcs]

Movies

He stands and waits outside the theatre For she had not yet come The wait is long but he gets to see her Bright and golden as the sun -mcs

[-mcs]

Seed

She dropped a kernel I picked it up and scurried after She dropped another I hastily followed She dropped two more Then three Then four I picked and scurried Chasing after She dropped a handful I paused and thought My heart flustered My mind danced I wanted to hold her and love her I was paralyzed with fear She looked back at me Flipped her hair And dropped four more Then three Then two Then one And disappeared into the forest -mcs

[-mcs]

Thanksgiving

And this is where I sat Among fake smiles And happy couples Bringing in food And laughing Having fun. I watched them Glance over me As if I had my arm Tied off and a needle Piercing my vein With joy. This was family Like every other family Silent judgment and fake smiles All from people Called to be the difference. -mcs

[-mcs]

Maybe

Offer me your laugh Relieve me of such a simple request I only need to know you’re there That my pursuits are not vain. You need not present your smile I’ll recognize it immediately I do not need to learn your name Leave me that to ask. I only want your golden voice So when I hear it I’ll know it’s you And all my work and toil Will finally be matched And we can live in harmony. -mcs

[-mcs]

Was it really them? Or was I the blame By myself on my phone Silent and ashamed. If I offered myself And let them in Would they really change? Or would my mind create an issue Like every other instance And push this love And silent hate Into its dark existence.

-mcs

[lora-mathis]

you have to write like the people you’re writing about will never see the poems / like you’re not afraid if your mom reads it / you have to write for yourself / like the writing is the only thing that matters / and it does / good bloody writing comes from being vulnerable even when you are in fear...

[-mcs]

Congested

She told me I was running away From his love and grace And though I know I need his presence My lyrics are to blame. The words that seep through my veins Are fueled by deep depression But beauty comes from terrible pain And my heart was satisfyingly congested. -mcs

[the-final-sentence]

I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Poor Folk, translated by Robert Dessaix

(via the-final-sentence)

[-mcs]

I find myself thinking about you. 
I know that sounds cliché
 But it’s true. It’s weird that I want to see you today. But I do.

For some reason I hate thinking about you in this way. All dressed up nice sitting next to me, looking cute.

I saw you today. Talked to you. So pretty in grey

You laughed at my joke on cue. It’s something I want everyday. Even if that’s not true.

You smiled and said hey.
 Why do I want you?

-mcs

[-mcs]

Happiness.

Why long for happiness?
 What is happiness but an overused expression of denial?
 To be sought
 To be found
 To be seen
 To be heard
 To be loved
 To be freed
 False happiness for false personalities
 Shrouded by false testaments of false security. 
Happiness becomes what we make it.
 Taking the place of truth and reality. If we can only see what is around us through a hapless reality
 Then we’ve become callused to the truth
 And have abjured our rights as creative individuals 
To become anything we were destined to be.


-mcs