Boo

and were famous
they just dont know it yet
hours and hours of time
and it hasnt gotten old yet
big eyes
we fall in luv everytime
pictures boats & ships;
n maybe instead of being angry
some ppl implode
but that woman in frisco told us we were beautiful
so we wear our hearts on our sleeve aparently
and we were born from the sea;
a lifer sence
we knew what eyes were meant for
you have to know
how brilliant they can explode
in strands of midnite western stars
shooting water and steam
your iris blue green
and hair like those sunset fields

thekidsarepunk
Why does nobody post? I mean, 'the kids are punk' is a pretty good title; reminds me of something Lars Fredrickson & The Bastards would sing.

ps. have you seen him lately?

Rancid; one of the first punk bands my friend, Mike, and I got into at fourteen-ish. Uploading the music videos on our slow as fuck kittie comps, we felt good knowing other people (apparently older than us) wore shitty clothes and wondered what the hell was going on in those minds of the rich. They had something to say, backed by a tough, raspy voice, and a lock n key.

Anti-flag, Bad Religion, Black Flag ("one of these things is not like the others")....being grimy, 40 ounces, flipping off teachers. Yeah, fifiteen. But, I suppose that's all the outsider sees, right? Yeah, we were fuck-offs, but for a damned good reason. We had nothing to believe in but ourselves.

We couldn't rock our leather jackets covered in painted band names and symbols, wallet chains, an attitude, or even (gasp) our Own Opinions. To us lowlifes, the flag and the pledge was just another highly effective way of brainwashing us into forgetting what we were really pledgeing to; a nation found on killing, slavery, and rich white ideas. NO FREE HEALTH CARE! So of course, we didn't stand, a silent form of protest responded to by segregation. The authority wouldn't let us in classrooms or school assemblies that included the plegde and flag, as to not contaminate the influential young minds at highschool pep rallies.

Home life wasn't too far off. Our parents would remind us everyday of their wishes for a "normal" kid between their working class gripes and failed dreams. They tried to engrave our brains with messages like, "You can't change the world!". Oh, how we laughed.



TO BE CONTINUED....

thekidsarepunk

Id like to kill you
then realize
what i did
chop you into pieces
covered in Rebecca's blood and no regretsBlonde hair
between my fingers
chunks of fleshDont second guess me

im as real as when you met me

dont test me
You're dead tonite
and your body wont rise
cuz youre not worth
Mother Nature's timeI'd like to stab you
inch by inch
toss your bloody body in your parents ditch

theyre sons of a bitches too

just like you

so blind
So Rude

TRIPLE HOMICIDE!
ILL TAKE THE TIME TO RID THE WORLD
OF YOUR
SILENT
L I E S !

I walk the Deco Blood
Scene Kids
Dead, still homeless skin

4 am prostitutes
Absolute bottles
cat hollers
skateboard slaps every
cool
nite outside
the library
dude's homeless box of music
for himself and for the boys
addicts and their toys
playdates in the Tenderloin
cops
gunshots
Haight St. robots
Golden Gate Hippies
and their glowing green pot ((phone rings))
"hey what up hows it been?" he drives me to his Spot in the Mission
snort coke off his dick
get a 40 from the corner store
free cuz the owner's son sucked my tits -EYES LIT-
i walk past homes in shopping carts
past the Bart
that one chick doing it for herself
saxophone syrup melodies
North Beach Palm trees

Pier 39 Beats

ravers lights blink bright
tin man and his boy
(teaching) street fame
making money without a boss
toss some change


LOST in golden gate
followed the hippies and the hobos
ate some acid
trippin bad and
nobody knows me
but they offer me food from the trash
mother nature has an attitude;
shes exclusive
kids sleeping in trees
swinging like monkeys
shiny pipes in their hands
eyes like glass
"You smoke ciggerettes?"
"Yeah"
"Look on the ground then"
wish i could tattoo where ive been
hiding between homeless with a 40
signing punk in drublics
cruising the city
letting the beat build within me
creating sin inside my mouth
remembering each and every way u ever felt
in that hotel room
the sink booming
against the bathroom wall
your skin sticky against me
orgasming grafiti

and this is all you said

"Remember, I'm a city kid."

If the World,
turned you,
tormented you,
Shaped you
into a jagged
shard
of glass,
what if i
broke you,
into a million tiny pieces
that scattered their way across the earth-
Learning,
Teaching,
Grieving
(((evolving)))

And when All the pieces
found their way back,
the Ocean, and it's sand
Morphed you together again-
a weatherED piece of blue-green sea glass
-and your luver came;
digging in the dunes
and found
you
And as he placed you in his (((pink))) palm, a piece of you
cut him
-made him bleed-
What If Your Luver Tried To Chip Away At Your Evolution

so you'd fit better inside his heart<3 ?

What Would Have Been The Point Of BREAKING?!

AND DIEING DOWN YOUR FACE; I AM NOT WHOLE, I AM NOT WHOLE, I AM NOT WHOLE
I DO NOT KNOW EVERYTHING

If Everything Dies Alone,
Would It Be Worth It To Be Rebourn on
luver's hope
to know that some day
I'd Be Forced To
watch the light in his eyes Die
(((would it be inhuman to call you mine?)))


I AM NOT WHOLE, I AM NOT WHOLE, I AM NOT WHOLE
I DO NOT KNOW EVERYTHING.

no,
i am not done.
youre wrong.
you have nothing-
youre asleep
everything you put up against me,
is breakable,
and un-unique
youre a fuckin creep;
cant see past your face.

youre boring.

talkshitpoetry join this post to this talk shit get published.

truthfuk
truthfukin
mind huluvinations
dickinations
icantations
tounge facinations
this dream of romantic hostility
is ill to me
and ive never been this out
and uve never been this
sexual
textational
forward and smiley
and im so naked
so naked
bare
baring this thing i need
from u
truthfuk
mindfuckin
wrong inside my head
so i push it out my mouth
((((and I touch myself)))))

that girl that girl that girl that girl that girl that girl

and what if i dont like anything!?
what if i hate everything
and think its just a version of myself
ongoing and hopeless
with no shoelaces
or blood
cuz ive bled a fucking nuff
for you
and for everyone goddamn else
im decomposing from the inside out
please send help
im sorry i fucked you as soon as i
liked what was in your eyes
and i knew you stopped taking me seriously
so i said "im not that girl"
cuz im not
but id fucking like to be
and i know youre pissed cuz you fucked me in the
room with those russsian chicks
and they saw us naked
on the floor
im sure
and now they wont fuck you
and theyre in miami
and now your lonely too
but u dont write
"i miss you"
on my facebook
cuz i fucked you...
and that sex was amazing
in your chalet
on the waterfall
in the glacier mountains
how come girls play games
and wont fuck right away
and how come girls cant just get drunk
and fuck me
i remember you were my hottest friend
but you wouldnt kiss me
just all the other preppy girls
which i could never be
no matter how hard ive ever tried
just so i wouldnt be skanky.
and how come im sitting here on the internet
jilling off to emo girls
on my best friends laptop
on the bathroom floor
of this sleezy motel were living in
barely living
just breathing
i guess
a guest in gods fucked up world
no i dont believe
but sometimes i find myself begining to pray
like i did when i was 9
when my dad whove ive never seen sent me a
birthday card
and a used sheet of stickers
a glossy 8 by 10 black and white photo
but no love....
but no love
but no
but no i still dont understand why you told me that
when you came back one of us had to be gone
cuz i didnt make my blow up matress
on the kitchen floor
and your boyfriend spit in my face 3 or 4 times the
nite before
i was just trying to stand up for you
"Leeann, come here so i can beat you"
he didnt know i was in the bathroom
and how come u just stood there like a douchebag
crying
when he got in my face and called me a whore
and a slut
and asked me why i just didnt dance for money
and i thought he was going to hit me
right there in front of you
this morning you woke me up to tell me you believe
in
second chances
last nite u told me u were waiting for a chance
to kick him out for what he did to me
u didnt get very far
and i tried to run as far as i could
and how come i see him everywhere
like in my gramas house
smoking pot
while my grampa is laying in the hospital
with tubes in his body
and he tells me about the well
like its his house
and tries to load my grampas gun
like its his house
how come you dont understand
he still does coke with my friends
she told me he tried to sneak into her room
one nite when she was sleeping
and when those tires rolled off your car
"my friends" did that
cuz YOUR BOYFRIEND ripped them off
a lot of money
continuously
you should hear what they call him...
and how come no one notices me
until my shirt dips
or i grew my hips
or my pussy tightens around their dick
or for my dick sucking lips
or my raunchy mouth
how come im not allowed to be that girl
that girl
i want to be that girl
that girl

.....cruising the city
letting the beat build within me
creating sin inside my mouth
remembering each and every way u ever felt
in that hotel room
the sink booming
against the bathroom wall
your skin sticky against me
orgasming grafiti

and this is all you said
 

"Remember, I'm a city kid."

Pier 39 Beats

ravers lights blink bright
tin man and his boy
(teaching) street fame
making money without a boss
toss some change


LOST in golden gate
followed the hippies and the hobos
ate some acid
trippin bad and
nobody knows me
but they offer me food from the trash
mother nature has an attitude;
shes exclusive
kids sleeping in trees
swinging like monkeys
shiny pipes in their hands
eyes like glass
"You smoke ciggerettes?"
"Yeah"
"Look on the ground then"
wish i could tattoo where ive been
hiding between homeless with a 40
signing punk in drublics....................

 

I walk the Deco Blood
Scene Kids
Dead, still homeless skin

4 am prostitutes
Absolute bottles
cat hollers
skateboard slaps every
cool
nite outside
the library
dude's homeless box of music
for himself and for the boys
addicts and their toys
playdates in the Tenderloin
cops
gunshots
Haight St. robots
Golden Gate Hippies
and their glowing green pot ((phone rings))
"hey what up hows it been?" he drives me to his Spot in the Mission
snort coke off his dick
get a 40 from the corner store
free cuz the owner's son sucked my tits  -EYES LIT-
i walk past homes in shopping carts
past the Bart
that one chick doing it for herself
saxophone syrup melodies
North Beach Palm trees......

the only way to get through this
is Drugged (drug induced)


dont talk to me
your words melt my brain
this life just aint the same
dont give me sober  - its over!!
im done
i cant turn you on
cant wake you
only trying to save
whats left of me
color drains from each piece
just need
a piece of mind
cant compromise my time
cuz its mine
dont look at me
if you cant hang
my state of mind is changing
im crawling like   a   SLUG  ... .. ---


. .  .   the only way to get through this 
                   IS DRUGGED

maybe thats the look that sits deep inside your face when you Finally feel ..okay
i looked at you- i mean REALLY looked at you
sitting on that bar stool
a new grin ive never seen - wait- ive seen it before

  but   this time     it was   di  ff er ent

YOU WERE PROUD

-you started a conversation with the long haired hipster drinking $1 bills on your right and you bragged about hawaii and the army and held your head high and spoke well-

you would have ignored him before..and rolled your eyes.

we talked about your wife, my best friend,
how good it feels to come back home and
how cheap the beer is and
i realized then that we were both very very different from before
from 15
from 6 years ago
from everyone that never left  - this thought corroded my head as i began bragging about the people in san francisco and the plane ride to Finland and the airport in germany

when you first saw me that afternoon, you told me i looked pretty.

Not what you expected
Not what you wanted to see
Your hopes have been defracted
so you Rape my inner Being

Devising for a Mind-Fuck
you Cant Say It To my Face
maybe next time you'll get lucky
and find a fucking fake

Waiting for your Rumor World
you watch everything I do
But I am only a fucking girl

I JUST BRING OUT THE BAD IN YOU

is every word ive ever said to you
just lyrics ive heard?
repeating death through projections in my iris
i reflect these fractions of your insides
core proportions
blowing up my mind
cant stop till i find you
death on your tounge,
weary of stains,
you remain the same
and in your place

irreplaceably you

black tears
pocket full of dead
ill remember everything u never said
draw my eyelids closed
i came 2 soon
and now its time 2 go
your words took a wrong turn
curved around my heart <3
and grabbed
im 2 far 2 start
im 2 without u
youre 2 inside my head
for this
and when i kiss u,
i   feel  dead

lips pressed
your fingertips to my eyelids
still you keep trying to hide it
tracing the wide-eyed wonder you keep in your pocket
you let me go like its over
we roll around in the sheets
twisting the sex & shame i can still taste
hands in the air, "i told her to stop it"
i said now or never but fuck it i want you even if it hurts that you cant choose cant move on cant hold on to
me
youre so confused
....i gave you all of me....

she cant get out
she cannot leave.....
1 hand on my heart <3
she makes it hard 2 breathe

convulsing, i feel her teeth in my brain
riding my body
bucking the flames

try 2 wash her away with the light in your eyes
but im binded
and shes blind

she tares in2 my throat
grabs the holes
my eyes bleed
as i watch u go

but she took u 2
 and with every kiss
u cant 4get
she reigns in u