Tuesday, September 28, 2010

FUN WITH RAGE






fuck you, you snaggletoothed bitch
you decided to be crazy and flip the switch
i don't even miss you
not even a smidge
you've shown your true colors
you've burned every bridge
one day all of this will be revealed to your lover
but enough about you and on to another

i look at my phone and i'm filled with rage
for it once was yours on a different life's page
i see every message to her and to her
so much foul play it's all just a blur
every glance at it now seems to be tainted
as i recall asking how you were aquainted
your guilty grin in my mind still lingers
as poisonus words dripped from your fingers

i'm glad to see that you have finally changed
and proved to the world you're completly deranged
a year has gone by and you're still the same
even worse off if i dare do claim
i look at my phone and i'm filled with rage
for i once was yours on a different life's page
every word that you write you are setting a trap
keep all of her and have some of me back?
what a great idea, if only it worked
as she looks at your phone and looks at your smirk
you don't even hide it it's just who you are
one thousand apologies wouldn't set you at par
so you can have your cake and your cupcakes as well
if you come to My bakery then you'll soon prefer Hell



Thursday, September 23, 2010

REDIC



some adults will always be teenagers.
i'm too tired to care.
change yourself if you hate your life.
hell in a handbasket?
i'll cary a wallet.
and walk
the fuck
away

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

NEED NEW STOCKINGS

sexy. theatrical. earty. swarovski. classic. modern. edgy. me.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

PERFECT BOYFRIEND

I FOUND IT!!! A RECIPE FOR THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND!!!
and its a pie! with a happy ending!







6 cups angel hair pasta
1 slice head cheese
2 tsp. black eyed peas
1 pair candy lips
2 ears of corn
1 lb. turkey neck
8 oz. pork shoulder
3 Tbs. chicken breast
1 can heart of palm
25 cups elbow macaroni
1 package lady fingers
huge pile BBQ ribs
3 quarts pork belly
1 bushel rose hips
1 gallon wallnuts
1 8-pack sticky buns
2 buckets chicken thighs
3 racks leg of lamb
2 jars pickeled pigs feet

preheat oven to 350 degrees, have your grandmother make a pie crust, put all in ingredients in pie crust and bake for 45 min. allow pie to cool on a rack. once the pie has fully cooled, punch the pie in the f@%*ing face.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

THREE STRIPS OF BACON, TWO SIPS OF HEINEKEN

a poem i wrote while enjoying said dinner




three strips of bacon, two sips of heineken
what can i do to make myself mine again? 
to claim me as my own
my make myself my home 
do what i love 
and love what i do 
finding my self
finding my reason
and keep on TREKing 
no matter the season
feel wind on my face
sweat on my brow
salt on my lips
my seat in the saddle
my feet on the peddles
my thighs on fire
my... thighs on the prize to fulfill my desires....
of the wind on my face 
and the sweat and the salt
the saddle, the peddle
left thigh and the right
perspire, desire- it's how i spell MYHRE 
as i become free 
as i become me.

bliss is a decidedly unignorant thing
and i'll use my feet if you clip my wing
if my feet you take too
then i'll use a canoe 
and if you take my canoe
then i'll surely be blue
blue in face as a hot air balloon
is what i'll become
tied to a rocket 
headed straight for the sun 

three strips of bacon, two sips of heineken
what can i do to make myself mine again?
3 crispy strips, 2 little sips... 
i can roll with the punches 
i can take all the licks
i have much to create 
and much left to fix
i'll change my name 
from timmid and shame
to bold and brave
empty mouth of the grave
proclaim my desire 
for the one i admire
expelling my enemy 
that damned filthy liar
now is the time to cure my disease
i'll do it in hardship
i'll do it in ease
creating a rukus 
if that's what i please 

tonight i will dine with the planet
i will dance with the spirits
i will speak with the waters 
i will dream with the sky
i'll breathe so much air that i start to feel high
as i lay down in bed 
ill collapse with a sigh
for now i will rest 
tomorrow i begin
three strips of bacon, two sips of heineken
i will conquer the world
and make myself mine again.