Wednesday May 04, 2005

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"I ain't no perfect man,
I'm tryin' to do, the best that I can,
With what it is I have."
-- Mos Def, "Umi Says"



Silence.
Make sure to make eye contact.
You can sit here.
Stand.
They don't care.
They don't know how to.
Don't Smile. Don't Smirk.
Neither do you.
But you fake it, don't you.
You fake it so good I can taste it.
Here it comes.
Here it is.
This is the part you were waiting for.
Soak it up.
You love it.
They know it.
They play up to you.
You play up to them.
And here is where you imagine.
That they care.
That they even can.
But we know the truth,
Don't we?
They are all as empty as you.
kathleen:
i love your poem. i feel like i can relate to a lot of your work(atleast my interpritation of what your poems mean) i know what you mean when you say that one verse of a poem can cover paragraph after paragraph of rambling. sometimes i feel like a loser posting my poems up here too but putting my life/feelings/expiriences into a poem can sometimes impact people a whole lot more than just rambling. i like that. i'd like to think that i make an impact on people. to impact some one in such a way that they remember it for the rest of there lives is one of the greatest feelings in the world for me. your poetry in general and your personality has made that kind of impact on me.
p.s. don't worry about being psycotic. i am too. so i know from expirience that being fucked up can make life a lot less boring.

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