THE PEASANT TENSE
A. Jenne
Gotta weakness for cigarettes and booze
Gotta wadda gum stuck to the sole of my shoe
I gotta sky blue sky up ahead gotta fly flyin into my eye
But its cool, mmmmmmmm

Gotta plane flyin overhead I hope it’s ours
America’s gotta gun to her head cause we like cars
Gotta president who I’m pretty sure isn’t smarter than me
He says Im free, hohoho

Oh little fly lead the way, only bugs will be left on the judgment day

Shit. I am going to be 14 in less than two weeks. I am freaking out, its just making me think of the past year, all the stuff that has happened.

I mean, since my last birthday I have:

Had my first crush on a girl, gotten really scared, and faked a crush on my best friend (a guy), totally screwing up our friendship.

Moved away, which causes me to get REALLY depressed cause I am leaving my only real friends. But I eventually get over it and get out there in the city and meet some of the greatest people I have ever known. Fall for an older girl and finally admit I am gay.

I am the one
watching from the corner
the prickle of eyes on your back
that is me

I am the one
dancing with the crowd
the laughing girl-boy
that is me

I am the one
you pass on the street
invisible to normalcy
that is me

I am the one
you mock to amuse friends
an easy target
that is me

I am the one
who cries at the little things
an open wound
that is me

I am one
of the crowd

Sometimes when I'm
all alone
sitting in my room at night
i suddnely just want to sream
in anger or
happiness,
in pain or in fright

but I
don't know why
I don't know why
I can't tell
whether I should
laugh or cry

Dig my nails into my head
scratch myself raw and bloody
lean out into the snow
bounce up and down on my bed.
I want to slice my
pale white arms
giggling as I bleed

I'm suprised
you don't hate me
I didn't think you would
but I never know
You really don't care?
you're not pissed off,
or scared?

But you're so sweet
and innocent
and young
I thought you would be mad
at me
for disrupting your
nice little world
with my wierd
craziness.

somehow,
I wish you cared
I wish you were mad
or happy for me
or curious at least
but no
you just smile and say

Wow. What hectic craziness. But not really, compared to most people's lives I suppose.
On Friday night I went to a school dance for the first time ever, and it was ok. They of course played bad pop all night, but we danced anyway. And there was this amazing girl, a gorgeous, graceful, fun and friendly lesbian/bi (not sure which) punk rocker. She was moshing and jumping around like she was at a punk show or something, to all the pop music, except when she ran to the bathroom with her hands over her ears when a REALLY bad song would come on.

~Charles Baudelaire

Il faut être toujours ivre.
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers la terre,
il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi?
De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu, à votre guise.
Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois,
sur les marches d'un palais,
sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé,

http://www.oasismag.com/node/view/15614 Part I

Luke and Sam split up at the tall cedar fence that divided their homes. Luke to his medium sized cedar-finished house, which matched the dividing fence and Sam to a slightly smaller dirty looking white house, with junk in the yard and filthy windows.

“I’ll be over in a sec

A couple days ago, I sent this poem I wrote to a friend of mine, because he is a great writer, a great friend, and offered to teach me to write. I've never shown anyone my writing before (not counting you random people of the net), so I was wicked nervous. I'm like that. Anyway, I got an emailtoday, he said it was good, and he liked it, and I was wrong about not being able to write.

I don't mean this in a bragging way at all, it is just very exciting for me.

1:03a.m.

Sammyboy137 has signed on

Sammyboy137: luke?

Sammyboy137:Lucas? you there?

Sammyboy137: come on, it’s important

flamermonkeyman’s status is now active

flamermonkeyman: wha?

flamermonkeyman: i was sleeping

Sammyboy137: luke, i’m gonna do it. tonight. i can’t take this anymore…

flamermonkeyman: huh?

Sammyboy137: I need to see you first, can you get out?

This in a new version of my last posted poem. Hope y'all like it. Please comment!

She stands,
Never complete,
This inner drama occurs,
Love dies vainly.
Sleep lost,
Her eyes
Rusted with
Falling tears.
Her face trembles,
Radiating moments,
Outing herself,
To her Self.
Behold the chic bodies,
Waving;
'Better!'
'Larger!'
Tales of silk and bangles,
Ballet shame,
Burning times.

I stand,
never complete,
this inner drama occurs,
love dies vainly.
Sleep lost,
outing myself to her.
Behold the chic bodies,
waving;
'Better!'
'Larger!'
Silk and bangles,
blood on his bed,
abandon the bad.
Wake to face her
warm tough glow.
Fall oaks, and
flying cats.

I wrote this with those little poetry magnet thingies, so it may be bad, but I like the flow of it.

she says she's going crazy, but can't give us directions. i smiled at you, asked if you could see. I got out my notebook to make grammatical corrections. I'm wierd like that. Haven't seen cancer-girl, so maybe not quite to crazy. but we could carpool on the way, save the earth. does she drive? I could sit where you have sat before...damn you just walked out with her, i better stay and watch the door.