Subservient

Subservient

On your knees

Hands on your lap

Assume your position

On the floor

Head down towards the mat.

 

I want “yes sir” only

As I do as I please

Never shall you directly

Look at me.

 

Your opinion, your mind

Becomes moot under me

My rule is final

In this one sided hell.

 

Give up

Repent

And

Surrender.

Under my strong grasp

Never may you have any room to thrash.

 

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Medicated

Quack

 

“Take these pills,

Once a day.”

He says.

 

“Take these pills

Once a day,

And you’ll be okay.”

He says.

 

Looking around the office

It’s white

Sterile-feeling-white.

Bright shiny objects-

Instruments-

Used to tell me what he’d told me too.

 

“Once a day,

When you get out of bed.”

“Don’t forget them.”

“This is all in your head!”

 

The pill bottle has a

White cap

“Twist here” “Childproof”

And an orange body.

“To be taken orally” “500 mg”

 

“You need medicated!”

 

Later

I take the bottle in hand

From the drug store pharmacy down the street.

I’m not crazy.

Not in my belief.

 

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Soon enough

Soon enough

 

In 30 seconds

you will be underwater

In 40 seconds

you will be

unconscious

 

In 45 seconds

the light will turn green

And in 50

you’ll nearly kill your little sister.

 

In 55

she’ll realized what’s happened.

And in 60

she’ll panic.

 

 

“Dude… would you be okay

if we stop at dads?”

I remember that his wife is home today.

 

 

“No I just really need a drink of water.”

No man, I just don’t feel too well.

 

 

I feel….

warm.

That kind of warm that makes you… tired.

I blink.

 

 

and then…

Something’s gone wrong.

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ShapeShifter

ShapeShifter

 

Country?

Metal?

Rap?

Sure.

I’m into all of that.

 

Purple

Red

Blue

Oh my god

Me too!

 

You like that actor?

Then I can too.

That’s your favorite movie?

I’ll Google it to be able to talk to you.

Horror?

Then I can suck it up.

Anime?

I guess I can watch things of the such.

 

Why?

Because I’ll be anything

You want me to be.

What ever it is

I’ll be sure to agree.

 

So long as you tell me first,

What your interests are.

 

Let me introduce you to the

Shape Shifter

the

Snake

 

Whatever you have to offer

Allow me to come in and take.

 

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My name is

My name is

My name is

And I don’t understand why

we’re hugging

Why

we’re in a circle.

Why

we’re here.

 

My name is

And I don’t know you.

Or you.

My name is

And I don’t understand why they didn’t show up again.

My name is

And I’m bored.

Tired.

Hungry.

Walking in with McDonalds in my hand.

My name is…

And we’re late again.

 

I can’t talk to my friends.

I can’t play in the rooms here.

My name is

And I know the serenity prayer.

My name is

And I

grew up

here…

 

My name is

As I stick my right foot in

Arms wrapped, holding other people tight.

My name is

And this is how I spend my Friday night.

 

My name is

And I’m fourteen.

Watching a whole room of two hundred people get clean.

 

My name is

And I have a little sister

By the age of 12.

Her name is

And we stare from the table at the “12 Step” books on the shelf.

 

Our names are

And we grew up in the collective of NA.

Narcotics Anonymous

In rooms that would

Remember our names.

MEGA

MEGA

Many of the monsters that dwell in the deep

Evade the bottommost cave where she slumbers and sleeps.

Great are the restless reverberations so heavy against the walls.

Adaptive and at the ready to take captives in the brawls.

Mega is inside your mind with not

One trace of ever being kind.

Never could anyone stop the

Siege underwater in

Terror to terminate her offender’s falter.

Every soul make way for her path and

Reap the day you incited her wrath.

On the ship where she breached it’s “strong” wooden hull.

Coated in

Tentacles and suckers that attach to every last word’s skull. Built to

Overanalyze and overreact

Post-war it’s body is scar-racked. But today

It stayed to dwell in the cave, and was long forgotten under these quieting waves.

Rate Me (1-10)

Rate Me: 1-10


1

5

7

9

Rate Me Week is here on time!

Grab your facebooks

Your instagrams

Your social medias

 

Lets take these girls

These guys

These…

I’m sorry I can’t tell with that haircut in mind…

 

Faggot.

Ugly.

Hottie.

Her face is too boxy.

 

We’ll rate their:

Curls

Their thighs

Their waist size!

 

4: No one likes natural blondes

3: She never lets guys get what they really want

6: Goodie-two-shoes

2: She called me a douche



2

3

8

You’re a 1

 

Grab your twitters

Your tinders

Your tumblrs.

 

Come and rate me one through ten.

 

Come judge my:

Ear size

My nose size

I’m yours

To demoralize.

 

She’s too fat

too skinny

got too much acne

For now.

 

1: Therez a reason your single

5: braces and desperate.

6: shez kinda weird

 

Dear parents,

There’s this thing that the kids do.

This is our advanced apology,

To the kids and to you.

You see there’s this thing,

That comes once every May.

And there’s not much we can do.

(to our ever so slight dismay.)

Where the kids go on and rate each other.

Mostly the boys to the girls they lust after.

Anyone caught may be suspended.

(but the girls will remain highly offended.)

You see there’s not much we can do,

Nor offer to you.

There’s a counselor here if you’d like.

But we’re sorry otherwise.

(to have let it get this far, we mean.)

We know it’s a problem.

But we’ve failed to do enough.

So here’s your warning:

Rate Me May is coming.

And the self-esteems,

They shall

be

plummeting.

 

Because this is Rate Me Week.

And I wanna know what you think.



This is a time for high schooler’s:

That’s all about looks.

All about the color of bra hooks.



7: hot but comes w a stutter.

9: but your sister wuz better.

 

“What can I do to get a better score?”

Girls ask and implore.

C’mon!

Let’s have it!

Their self-esteem is yet to hit the floor.

 

1: gross

2: ever heard of makeup fugly??

3: youve got crooked teeth

8: suup bae?

10: id fuk u now ;)

 

Why was this ever even allowed?

 

On social media,

It’s important that you:

Rate me please.

So that everyone can see

What it is you think of me!

 

Dear parents,

There’s this thing that the kids do.

This is our apology,

To the kids and to you.

Self-esteems

shall

plummet.

We know no good can come from it.

But unfortunately this happens.

We can’t make it better,

And we’re sorry-

(that it’s happened enough to require a warning letter.)

But,

Rate Me Week is coming.

And it’s when boys come in:

And they rate your:

daughters, your sisters, your family, your friends:

by a hotness scale of-

One through Ten <3

Monster

Monster

he hides under my bed

he hides inside my closet

he hides within those blankets

those pillows

those jackets

he hides within those jeans

he hides

here

let me set the scene:

 

there’s an abandoned home

where it’s all colored monochrome

a layer of dust has turned the colors

and now turns away any others

 

who would step foot here?

who would dare live here?

who would dare come here –even to move out?

 

when he hides

sucking even the walls dry

of memories

of feelings

preparing you better for the leaving

 

he has decided it’s better this way

if you don’t even want to come to move out

surely the move would never be blocked by doubt

 

he hides

in the mattress

in the wave chair

in the dresser

in the headboard

and in all miscellaneous personal treasure

 

who would dare step foot in his room?

who would dare come and face him?

when you’ve run from him for so long

this is no longer a place for you –so go along

 

he hides

in the cabinet

in the spot where the bed used to be

where the Christmas tree used to be seen

 

and he controls

in fear

in dread

in that lump in your throat

in that turn you make to walk away

 

when you finally have no other choice

you have to stand and fight

and you stare right into the face

right into the face of that Monster –that you created.

 

he’s inside the closet you’re cleaning out

he’s inside the drawer you’re cleaning out

he’s inside the bathroom that’s a dingy white

he’s inside the shower you slept in that one night

 

he’s inside the window you now have to close

he’s inside the stuffed animals and stoves

he’s inside the litter box that was feared to be cleaned

and inside those fire alarms, your old fiend

 

why?

because he lived there too

through good and bad

he was the memories made

 

so you wait and wait

because if you’re at a distance you know someone else has to do it for you

you know you have to move out

but if you’re not there to help then someone else has to come

and they have to clean it out instead of you

so you can avoid him a little longer and make do

 

but now –he’ll live there forever

the Monster has won

 

he’s packed up

what wasn’t dealt with was thrown in a box

“i’ll face him later”

with pitiful fists and rocks

 

and now he’ll be moved into the new house

this old abandoned one will be sold

and he’ll be a ghost to anyone new

but when you…

oh if you step through

that door he’ll remind you

that:

 

“I live in the closet”

“I live in the place your bed once stood”

“I live in the place where I ended your childhood”

Extinguishment of the Ballad

The Extinguishment of the Ballad

There’s two different rooms

In two different places.

 

Two different pirate ships

On the same lazy ocean.

 

Each holds a different human being,

Each human waiting on the other.

 

Two Voyagers separated,

Temporarily. Temporarily.

But only Temporarily my dear.

 

The horizon still extends endlessly before them

Their destination still out of sight.

 

But they’ve reached this checkpoint in the lazy waves.

It’s called:

The Extinguishment of the Ballad.

 

That missed opportunity,

It’s arrived,

And it’s a beauty.

 

While nothing else is certain

Two Voyagers are sailing together

Their ocean extends before them forever.

 

Two poets, two writers

Each piece of work with a new form of cipher.

 

Each ship has its marks.

Each ship has its scratches

Each ship once housed it’s own old assassins.

 

And they’ve been rebuilt, patched,

Somehow preserved.

After all that was once thought to be the worst.

 

And two Voyagers sail on in part two

Because in part one, I already made my vow to you.

 

You asked what we were headed for,

I told you Paralleled Voyagers never specified.

 

But here in the water we’ve found something,

It’s resting between the opportunities called ships.

 

Here in the water there is a checkpoint.

A canvas palette.

And it’s called:

The Extinguishment of the Ballad.