Last refuge of the weak and belittled;
Final hope in hiding:
Armed with indifference’s mask
And sarcasm’s broad shield,
There’s the insidious impulse imploring me
To submit, To yield
Before insanity strikes his blow. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden”
This is what you wanted,
So why are you always
Downing the liquid fire?
Browning out the times
Meant to be in full color.
Sacrificing the next day’s health
To the whims of the night before.
If you’re so happy
Why get so drunk?
Needing depressants to suppress
….what? Continue reading “Color Schemes – What You Wanted”
I didn’t know how to incorporate three random nouns into the title of this month’s theme so I figured I’d just commit to something silly and vaguely adjacent instead. Last month there was no theme at all so really, regardless of how much sense it makes, it is, by default, superior! Isn’t it funny how these things work out? Continue reading “May’s Theme – Bullheaded and Two Faced AKA The Stars Are Looking Down On Your Personality”
Spider web woven
Future already chosen
The inevitable bent
Chances broken
Connected by a rusted token
Of all you’re willing to relinquish. Continue reading “Dream Catcher – JG”
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
Tears to sail away on…
Frozen by the frigid you left in your wake.
Tears I pretend never fell,
All because of you and for your sake. Continue reading “Of Water and Wishes – JG”
Breaking Down
The more I learn the less I wish to speak
Leaving the silence to be filled
With big business jingles and the smallest of talk
Thousands mingle with single minded density.
In proportion? An intense propensity to hibernate –
Simple desire – To be left alone.
Haven’t seen anything better than this pretty
Colorful, hollow plastic ‘good’:
plastic gods,
better neighborhoods,
fast cars, faster food,
No pain and no scars. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Entropy”
Distracted, ashamed, shifted focus, tunneL, Over and under and away from the holloW, No eye contact. No sympathy - real, quasI, Or other. Keep waking. Ignore thier needS. Too bad they did this to themselves. How saD. Glad I made the right choices? NO. All I have to be glad for is better luck than theM. If not for the grace of someone else's God, go I. Nothing different but our separate fateS. Too easy to pass on by - blind and numB. Humanity is rarely humanE. Each cry conveniently to someone noT Walking passed. Someone not losT Over and under and away in a sea of 'mE' Rejoice in the comfort of selfish concern foR Limited recipients: me, myself, and I is iT. Determined narcissism and ignored deatH. Avoiding virtue as deftly as a pleA Never spoken, Never writteN, Darkly arguing about worth and addictionS, Like charity bestows its alumnI, On the spot with a black gown and gaveL. Sinister excuses and twisted improV, Existing only to make okay an obvious vice. Yesterday, a cold shoulder to a former soldieR. Over and under and away gaze searching tO Understand why seeing someone hurt and pooR Results in mortification and disgust and hidinG. Small acts of kindness seemed to gO Out of fashion. Work, Buy, Hoard it alL, Until...? Well, I imagine 'til world's enD. Jessie Gutierrez
This has been a strange month. I went on a five day vacation only to decide to move to Colorado for the foreseeable future, and because I can do nothing by halves, this of course meant I began planning to move immediately. To the apparent dismay of family, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and people I sort of recognize by drink order only, the whole transition has taken less than a single strange month. Continue reading “I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane, Don’t Know When I’ll Be Back Again”
Once upon a few weeks ago, my lease expired, as those things have a tendency to do, and I came to the ostensibly obvious conclusion that my possessions needed to be less obnoxiously numerous. Thus like a good little donator I compiled different piles of stuff based on what they were – mainly books and clothes, some furniture and randoms – and figured, hey no problemo, all this ish could go to some local less fortunate stranger. Awesome. Good deed planned, I assumed charitable donations would be accepted at any time that Goodwill was open. Now I fully understand that they have hours of operation; they have to pay their workers, electricity, etc. This makes sense. What did not make sense was that they stop taking donations after five pm when they have employees running the cash register and texting while pretending to fold goofy graphic tees (one of which featured a ninja turtle who was either Michelangelo or Rafael depending on whether his head band was an orangish red or a reddish orange) until 9pm. Continue reading “Concept Art – Ranting and Raving and Donating”
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