4/21/10

Can you hear that?
You know the sound.
You can't put a finger on it, but you're
looking around. . .
For the source of the force
that can never be found
'Cause it's inside of me-
getting stronger with the beat coming from the underground.
It's a monster that's inside
Escaped from the confines
of my mind
Getting stronger every time I write.

Poet with powerful light
Pen that's full of fight
And paper with razor-sharp teeth, ready to bite.

I stomp the earth with the force of a dinosaur
Scaring fear into a hole with the powerful
ROAR!
When I write, trees collapse under incredible earthquakes
and fucking tornadoes cry and shake
with the feeling of terror, and I put everyone in danger
Until I've got to
STOP
'cause I'm running out of paper.

3/11/10

She's sitting on your brain,
but you can't remember her.
She's on the tip of your tongue,
But you can't taste Her.
She's belonged to everybody-- been on everybody's mind;
But all she ever thought was,
"I wish you were mine."
You never noticed her-
-In the back-
-In all black.-
She was far too different from you
You couldn't feel her fingers on your back
But she felt you-
Thought about you all the time.