MonthJanuary 2011

the most honest love poem (and also an anthem for the non-committal)

one thing
i promise you
is that
i love you
right now.

Life seems like a likely story.

vain

i want people to laugh. uncontrollably.
but i want to feel as if i am controlling it.

i don’t want to be told how amazing i am.
which i am.

i want people to shower me with praises
through smiles and smirks,
through giggles and guffaws,
through belly laughs their bellies can’t stand.

i want people to laugh so honestly
that they feel embarrassed about their laughter.

oh, sweet validation.
that’s the spot.
don’t stop.

i don’t think this is too much to ask for.

when i die,
i want a few to say, ‘he was an asshole,’
and a few to say ‘he was a friend.’
yes, extra points for saying both.

A colourless life still has shades.

Humans fish for sheep.

wait.

i wait with my breath unabated.
because, you know, i want to live.

Am I on a roll or is the roll on me?

I was playing the world’s smallest violin, and it broke.

There are no spaces between spoken words.

bored.

when i dream,
i shoot for the moon.
in my last dream
i shot the moon down.
it is here with us now.
and it is terribly bored.

moon.

why do you love me so, asked the moon.
were the earth at this distance,
i would love it, too,
i answered.

I can’t hear everyone all at once, or even twice.

I don’t think you understand how funny I was.

A wedding invitation is an invitation to a wedding, not an invitation to be wed.

The wolf doesn’t care if you cry wolf in the wolf’s part of town.

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