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Remember When Imitation by Johanna

Part 1.

Miller Lite logo in the chest

the shirt’s too big

so she wears it like a dress,

and twirls a clumsy ballet.

Pigtails smacking her baby face.

Soon a yawn fights its way through her sugary lips

and she tiptoes to her imaginary friends

who wait on a cloud of dead sheep.

Imaginary friends ready to lull her to sleep

as she hides her arms in her big shirt

and cradles her perfect figure.

Part 2. "Sleep Over"

Cuddling with 10 of my closest friends.

Overlooking where one bitch ends

and another demon begins.

Commiserating the lies on the bathroom walls,

the best myspace profiles

and my pink polka dot pants.

Damn.

Why’d I let those tight pants go?

Oh yeah,

the jerk with the cute smirk called them “tacky.”

Tacky,

another word for “tasteless” or “classless”

But he’s the classless fucker

reading smut novels and

naming his sex apparatus

after Danielle Steel.

He’s his own Marxist state.

Little does he know

he’s choking on Marie Antoinette cake.

My buddies tell me to stop thinking about

the asshole in the park.

But I can’t.

He was so cute

with his spiked hair and Pokemon cards.

My buddies tell me to listen to the rain

and drown my heart.

Swag Hag Poem

My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses

O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’

So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.

Take me away on your disco stick because
 This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants

What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare

Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now

this poem is for my poetry class. please tell me how I can make it better :)

A song about a stranger by a stranger

After hitting my daily post limit on tumblr I decided to ask followers random questions in their ask box.  I asked a guy, Ed , if he could post a drawing of a husky, but he couldn't.  So I asked him if he could write me a song and here it is  :)  "Jack the Travellin' Man" by Ed Coles  <3

Coyote Blue book review

This humorous novel is about a Crow Indian, Sam, living a secure uneventful life as an insurance salesman.  He's left the reservation 20 years ago because of a misunderstanding with the law and just wants to forget about his roots.  But the appearance of the Crow god, Coyote Blue, has forced Sam back to the Crow culture.  This was an enjoyable read.  The style was fun and easy to understand.  The character Calliope reminded me of Marianne from Andrew Davidson's The Gargoyle.  So if you liked that novel, you'll like Coyote Blue.  4.5 out of 5 stars  :D

a free verse for my poetry class

It was Yevgeny
I woke up in your dream
At first I didn’t really mind
just swimming in your sound
kissing your freckled heArt
dancing through your museum of memories

Is the DANGER talking to me again?
Don’t listen to it, don’t listen to it...

the DANGER told me to suck the gun
to melt the bullet with my bones

I try to look at you to bring me back
but sanity is already fed up with my bull
doesn’t want me to return to the norm

These dented sunglasses distorts my view of you

Efforts and sweat to stay bland, I’ve failed
I’m the most unique piece of crap  I know
Woop dee freaking doo

the DANGER laughs at my crazy
the DANGER becomes my crazy
I AM THE DANGER

I am the murder of this elegant museum
this isn’t paint on my palms
this isn’t remorse in my eyes

I see you in the crevice of the heArt

Nooo!  Nooo! My innocence cries as my inner bitch dies
I’m sorry, nooo

But it wasn’t you dammit
it was freaking Yevgeny



This poem is for my poetry class.  Please comment for any suggestions.  :)

My Sestina Attempt

October Tears

Never square, never square, never be square just

embrace your demons.  Hold

your fears close like you do me.

Forget your name, your love, your past and

escape far off the grid.  Leave 

you debts unpaid and enter this

nameless place—this

vast green land.  Just

two naked souls drowning in orange leaves.

The earth shall hold

us in her womb and

we’ll be reborn.  A newer you and crazier me.

Drink my October tears and worship me.

I’ll never overlook this

sexy, murderous tale.  And

no fucked up lies will make me go.  So just

cradle my demons cuz I’m never wiggling from your hold.

I’m too mystified to leave.

Though it’s easy to do, you could never leave.

You’re too molded to escape me.

My loveliness is strong like my hold.

You can’t get enough of this

nomadic romance, this radical tale.  Just

stay radical, stay radical!  And

never be square! Let’s make everyday a holiday and

swim naked in the fallen leaves.

Light a candle to our anarchistic way.  Just

you and I.  Two learned nomads.  A fairy tale written by me

and lived by us.  I’ll forever embrace this

nameless place.  I’ll hold

your bread and hold

your hand. And

I promise not to bagel you or escape this

nomadic romance. To leave

would become a regretful life for me.

Let’s make everyday a holiday and just

Our demons will hold us and we’ll neverleave

our turbulent love. You won’t bagel me

and I won’t ruin this liberal romance. Off the grid and just.

This was written for my poetry class.  Tell me how I can fix it.  :D