Anti/ Poetry
I don’t write poetry.
I write Poetry’s great uncle, Poetocity
Poetry with acid
And cunts and unicorns and bicycles and three ways and quad muscles
The enter
bar
is
over-
the-
fuck-
used
So lets/ write like this/ instead
Now give me #head
Now feed me bread
In the form of a
sand witch
I thought I’d share these beautiful drawings done in ballpoint pen by artist Sarah Esteje that I found on Stumble.
Walk for Them. 3:19pm
“That’s so gay,”
I hear them say.
Over
Over
Over
and Over again.
Though I’m not,
others are.
So whay am I sticking up for them?
Because they’ve been shunned,
repressed,
mocked,
judged,
and hated.
So many years of emotional torture
are brought to the forefront of their brains
every time they want to stand up
So they sit down.
And that’s why I stand
and you stand.
And we say
‘NO.”
1:20 pm
Time doesn’t slow
or quicken
We can’t stop it
we can’t control it
We can only stop wasting it
and control what we do with it.
I can’t give my conscious enough whiskey to make it forget everything is my fault
I tried
Dusting off bookshelves;
Lay it there
Merciless winds
Blew my sins
I attempted
Sticking it dead center
Of the dartboard
Earth Disquiet
Dislodging riot
I shot
It out shotgun barrels three times;
They boomeranged
Self denial
Avoid trial
Plainspeak it;
I can’t pass it to you, nor fate, or my tendencies to pass out drunk
I’m to blame
We, apart
Blame my heart
red balloon
Little boy hanging on to a red balloon; lived too fast, died too soon.
“My grades have me so stressed out. I’m almost failing, and I try so hard… I know I’m smart, but I’m too sad to care anymore.”
Perhaps the moment we are the most alive is the moment before we never will be again.
aNti-pOeTry
iS THiS REBELLiON?
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ris
it revo!ution ¿
daRe to be different
like everyone else
trying to be Unique
iN a world Full Of fReakshIpsTer douchebaggery
monkey poops
coffee beans
drink up
stupid fucks
“prose definition”
enterreSLUT:
prose
/prōz/Noun:
Written or spoken language
in its ordinary form,
without metrical structure.
Verb:
Talk tediously:
“prosing on about love and heartache”.See what I did there?
No, you didn’t.
BOOM!
(via brokenproductions)
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I am Eva.
Dancer, poet, artist, saxophone player, reader, daughter, sister, creator, writer, dreamer.
Enjoy.
