Monday, January 21, 2008

Deleted By The Artist.

it's not about losing my own life
it's about keeping it from becoming something real
i don't want to live in the land of your corporate zeal
and you think that everything we do is approved with a seal
by the overhead divinity with no limit to his invisibility
the angles crumble and fall at the foot of thicker heads
bouncing back and colliding with the humans labeled dead
we're trapped in the pages of an exhausted photo album
watch us all stand still while the cold sets in // we're so numb
growing old in the afternoon never kept us in perfect shape
no matter what we die in the night as the sun sets on life's mix tape
we've got parasites and vestiges, ghosts and anecdotes
keeping us all from becoming victims of the loss of hopes
little do we think about how much we become the center of our own jokes
it's a laughing stock for the traveling man and a build up for the vagrant
leaving us here bleeding on the pavement
wisdom has been lost in the shadow of the life we live
and now this thoughtlessness has brought us down to our dirty knees
begging for a vision of the next big things, a vision the man sees
here it is on a silver platter, a feast for you to keep score upon
just make sure you understand that we are the only animal who wants to live long
we are the only animal who's stopped evolving because our hearts are revolving
falling in love is not a human thing, it's a people thing
a Sociocultural difference in the creation of herds and the creation of cities
grazing for thin heads and airy eyes
we keep ourselves away from home because we disintegrate our lives.

~Who can Al-loop? me. that's who.

Love,
Digress' local hairdresser.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

sisters

i believe
i used to believe
i believed
in sisterhood.

sisterhood bonds should never break
i learned that from my grandma.
i dont know if she likes the choice she made.
she doesnt talk to her sister....
but at this point.
sorry grandma.
this sister is out of here.

every corner i turn im being
blamed
called names:

fat

ugly

stupid

FAT

she really knows how to bring a sister down.

i thought that i did nice things for her,
but in return
nothing.

names again:

the b word

stupid b word

i hope you, you know.

she really knows how to bring a sister down.

apparently i have more important things to do.
you know like


eat.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Please Hate Me.

There's a cowboy in that
office
and the television tells me that they
are blowing things up for
a good cause
and if i don't return a phone call in the next ten
Ow!ers. i'll probably end up
living in the streets for the
rest of my life
and my parents don't
want me to be broke
but the television has told me to watch for
the side effects
and consult my doctor

i think one of the
only people who've understood me
and helped
me
hate me now
, and i've decided that
i don't quite trust my doctor
and if i did
i'd let him know about the things that crawl on my
insides
the television has diagnosed me
and
i'm depressed.
no longer
am i repressed
i'm in america.

a few days ago i
decided i'm going
to get a
dog
and now i know that there's a difference
between knowledge and
intelligence
knowledge is being able
to present
the information you know
at the drop of a
nickel
whilst intelligence is
the ability to distract the audience
from the real answer:
them none the wiser.

~kisses all over your political face. MUAH!!!!!

Love,
Digress.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Still Frames

the bricks are crying
windows crack with the brazen sounds
street signs seem to be bottled up into
enormous knots that scream at
my eyes
the snow shouts as it passes my face
my body, my hair
my joints burn with
every single

movement

the world is in a fog
that doesn't inhibit vision but
painfully overexposes vision
everything is a
tantrum
my Krebs Cycle
vomits bile
and
i can't stand the sound of the
porcelain or the feel of this
morning



devastated again
just thinking about how
i've wasted

~Paranoia has treated me well.

Love,
Digress.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Foolish Letters.

go ahead and misinterpret my words
its a hit or miss game, my points are absurd
so why do you read what you read and write what you write
when you can't think of anything but how much you want to spite?
your over-indulgence in the emotions you hate, you feel so trite
i touched your fingertips and you give me the same ish
just a bunch of problems i don't want to solve and you don't want to haul
i'll be here keeping secretes safe no matter how small or how tall
if your looking for me i'll be off telling the story
audience's faces full of disbelief and hate for the one who would dare to leave
pushing me to a state to where i couldn't even breathe or sleep
you haunt my dreams like a well dressed wax figurine
i don't know where to go when you've come after me
and reading these love notes you send to me indirectly
have got me cringing at the thought of how we shared intimacy
in shattered patterns of broken mirrors with no signs of relevancy
to how much our toilet parts shared the satisfaction of regency
there was an absence of free will monarchy
all because you convinced me to just
love me love me

~Half finished, never a break. break away from me.

Love,
Digress.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

:life. almost.

its simple.
this year i want to make life right.

see what happens when i play by the rules.
drop all the b.s. and get down to it.

write down everything i learn.
write down everything i know.

tell someone my story.
teach someone about life so far.

learn to love again.
show some respect.

not to judge.
not to scold.

listen a little more.
pray alot more.

tell them i love them.
show them i can.

prove to him i will.
give up nothing.

live for everything.
period.