an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Friday, September 30, 2005

fall

by: alma

geese practice V's.
leaves fall off trees.
and you know that Fall is here.

nature's big clue:
Landscape's red hue.
it's the best time of the year!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

How Many Times Do I Have To Tell You That 1+1 is 7.

by steadfast twilight

Your face is so valuable.

Why would you ever hide it?
Why would you ever cower when I could tell you you have lovely ears.

I would take apart your earlobes and nostrils and lips and freckles and pupils and try to put them back together like a taunting puzzle every day if I could.
Plucking your nose like strawberries I'd eat one every day to show you yourself.

This Poem is About Nathan I Hope He Never Sees It

by steadfast twilight

Every cotton candy filled raindrop will be yours if you just ask politely enough.
And the spider's webs woven like highway routes in the grass will caress you if you'd just walk kindly.
You're all lined up for the next thing comin but you fail to see the red behind tomatoes.
As if they're red to foil all your plans and preconceived notions of tomatoes.
You can't accept their mushy interior and indecisive taste.

Just as much as you wouldn't believe rain drops could be filled with cotton candy.
Or a spider's web could be personified into a human arm.
Or that waving to little kids on their burly yellow transportation buses tickles my funny bone like I wish yours was tickling mine:
with giggles and chuckles and smiling eyes.

I will sadly watch you live in a world where to you, raindrops are only raindrops.
"They ARE only raindrops," you say with superiority.
And you're only a boy, boy.


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Monday, September 19, 2005

Loose Lips Sink Ships

by Surreal as Sunlight

And I wanted to laugh with you
Because of something he said
He didn't know
that it was one of our favorite things to do already

He's so innocent
but no one ever told him
because loose lips sink ships

Just like I was before I met her
The one who you claimed should never have trekked the deserts of my wasteland

And I always thought you were so bold
Taking the capsules and freeing them of the images of her
Replacing them with your own perscription
Allowing me to love you even more

And now that music
That song we danced to in your family room
That heaven that graced our ears in my bedroom
It's a whole other poison now

Ever since we sat there
In the heat of that subway station
Eyes focused on the tracks
anywhere but my anticipation

Lies spilled from my lips
Because loose lips sink ships
I tried to keep this boat together
The idea that this was forever
Never took hold in your head
Love is more than just on a bed

It's carrying your lover to the car
When her feet hurt from dancing together all night
and the car is so far
And talking the until the daytime light

And I promised you I'd never tell anyone a word
Because loops lips sink ships
And your lies kept my ship afloat
But now I can see you from my boat

So I never did laugh with you.

You Know, I Know He Knows I Know He Doesn't Always Know

by shira

My love is far away
And my eyes are a little more dim
Than when he's in front of them
And keeps them from drying up

And I'm a little more blind
Than when he laughs in front of my crooked glasses
Because I'm trying to see him
Squinting at 700 miles

In two more months
We'll be stronger
And I'll see cleaner
Because when I see him
That first sight
At the airport
My everything will be clear
And I'll have everything

As my vision is washed over
With relief
The sweet water will pour a lot faster
Than something sad you try to put a dam in front of

Sunday, September 18, 2005

college life, and this is what my roomate means when he says he loves college

by whitehorse

Can I say something timeless
Like boys will be boys
To explain the way
We led a boy upstairs
To fuck a drunk girl

Can I say something funny
Like alls well that ends well
Since her door was locked
So he couldn’t get in
to do what he wanted

to do
What we wanted him to do
What I thought to be a good idea
Forgetting how I knew
It would feel

Because she told me

And this girl had come to our room
In tears
Earlier that night
And I had tried to comfort her

I didn’t kiss her
Even though she moved to
I turned my head
I am always turning away from affection
That is littered with heartbreak

And she wanted revenge
Against
A nameless boy
Who probably smiled
in yearbook photographs
Who goes to ohio state
And fucked her best friend

And boys would be boys
Is what my roommate said
And then he laid down with her

And I picked up a pen
Not to write

But to erase the fact
That life was working itself out
In a way that even I wouldn’t buy

And when I heard the first kiss
My pen dried up

And I felt a twinge of guilt
And sorrow
Because it should have been me

Either I should have kissed her
Or I should have laid there
And blocked another

And when my roommate said
He was going to her room

I told him not to be a bad guy

And I went out into the night
And called my goddess
And she came upon me like a breeze
To assure me

That I had done the right thing
And when my roommate didn’t fuck her
But told us all how
Bad
she wanted it

Another boy volunteered
So we all ran up the stairs
peeked our heads around the corner

and when he tried that handle
it was locked

and we all said
fuck
like we really meant it

but what would I have said
if he went in

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Happiest Man in the World

by shira

He lives off of caffeine and wet dreams
He wants to be awake
Drinks some more, opens his eyes
And only loves when he’s asleep

His hair makes brown and black
Dead leaves and dry ink in bad weather
He writes sad songs and sits inside
To keep clean when it’s stormy outside

His eyes are blue; just blue
Not sky or water or the moon
And bats his eyelashes how I turn off lights
Up and down, not side to side

He wants to be fire and flames
That shine inside of T.V. screens
That people watch when they’re alone
Wishing for some more time to waste

His mind can’t be a waste
If it never took up space
Heartbeats will never count
If they spurt out from sleep

Monday, September 12, 2005

Creation, Creation

by shira

The world is made of junkyard trash
Of rock, glass, and silk
The rocks were spun into mountains
When the sky grew its heart hard as a rock

Glass left-overs for ice caps
Abandoned on the top of the world
Were asked to melt and wail away
But spread out to sleep
No invitation to stay

The silk is an eye mask
And gives the night its beauty sleep
Keeps wrinkle-free from the sun
Young stary-eyeds wake up to come out

We were given all the clouds at once
Don't waste them all
Crafting wisps into elephants
That you see when you’re laying in grass
Watching the earth be created again
Before it was broken it needed to mend

A little mythology coming from me
Someone who hides instead of receiving
Anything bigger than she
That cannot be prayed to or screamed at to leave
A god or a father or thoughts of her own
All born like sunrise and die like a snow

Creation, creation
Saved by salvation
Preserved through words
In leather-bound books
About the surplus of children and weather pattenrs
That explain how we all came to be
But who cares about that, we’ll be gone when we leave