Oh, and I wrote a poem about feet.


AquamarineThink you can save me, aquamarine? Nice try but, you see, I can swim as well as ever Through these rolling tides of crimson whatevers In this something of blue-green things. Don't believe me, aquamarine? There's no reason to distrust me Because, really, theres nothing to distrust Except, perhaps, the lies below me Can't breathe, aquamarine? I understand, the smog of our age Emissions from the fools who wear satire like a necklace Into their night clubs of cyanide Second best, aquamarine? Sad, isn't it? But there's a secret I should share There is no first placAquamarine


The HeroesI'd say my only success is my feet Who have carried this mass of hate Of self-loathing anger And carried it into the lives that changed it Trudged through the hard days With all that dead weight Walked it out of ashen hallways And into midsummers nights' dreams The heroes here are of two The left and the right Who never gave up on me And carried me through each dayThe Heroes


Tuesdays Are For DreamersTuesdays are for dreamers For all the star-gazers Who feel more at home a million miles away For the Monday late-nighters on elevators Singing love songs to themselves For the early morning commuters Whose minds are on last night Last week The last time they could breathe For the out-of-work writers Whose coffee has gone as cold as their lives Who just needed another day For the restaurant piano-players Who live alone in their own corner of the world For the night FTuesdays Are For Dreamers


All Or NothingWe've derived our months from yesterdays Our tears from yesterlives We've lived and fell from our foundations And endured our toxic fumes We've let ourselves be heroes Be villains, be enemies We've forgotten to remember Yet remembered to forget We've forged connections between hearts And we've watched them rust and wear We've begged for crucifixion And complained when we received it We've been threatened by the world And by ourselves Yet we've continued to trudge the deserts ofAll Or Nothing


Travelercall it a dream as it whistles past gain so much, but lose as fast fickle days of traveling men weep not where the sun has beenTraveler
keep the night in your heart weary when lovers' fire keeps them from dreary miss your one whom you've not had trail your sins, heart ironclad
one tear squeezed from an old man's eye will rip your heart and seize your sigh a tip of a toe in a great flood of Nile none has breached in quite a while
hold your heart in secret storm press yourself to love's pure form give yourself to live in peace the


Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.
Manly Link| From the moment of his birth, Anthony McDaniels has walked the Earth as one of them. But no more, redemption shines bright in his eyes as he takes the first step towards a life that's just as epic as this is supposed to sound. As days pass, the sun is said to shine brighter upon Anthony's mind, hopefully not burning a hole through the many layers of tissue. It is said that on the most auspicious of days (just like everything else) his true meaning will manifest and he will complete his destiny... thus able to move on and become reincarnated as an eggplant. |
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Carpe Diem
Lazy!
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"I don't believe in umbrellas, unless it's to cover someone else's head."
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"I don't believe in umbrellas, unless it's to cover someone else's head."
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