Communikey Cliché
Integrity in disarray
minimal beats for minimal minds
Capitalized on
Mass produced
Indy clip art
All been used
I’m not amused
In the production of fun
A tablet sold by Alala One
No open calls
Only popularity draws
At B-side
Communi-clique
You’re all deepfried
And sold minimal values
In techno-ethics
molested by CommuniKate
In a diseased state of polyamery
a sham u see
A remixed edited porn
Ethics from corn
A mirage of blinking lights
Blinded sheep bob their heads
144 beats per moron
they continue to dish
a game they call CommuniHATE
its not open for debate
brush it under the table
they can’t pay
their not able
And yet whose to blame?
How about JanedaPain

maybe never

No time, no place, heck I wouldn’t want a trace
A trace of looming disaster
Yet its almost Friday
and a week of independence looms
my camera and boom
alone to soon
and I still look at the moon
waiting for
some peace to come
from my severed heart
with no crush to repair
I stand here
With even greater standards
Of depth and girth.

There is love,
But there is no one in love here
We are all people of love
And we seek to find this love
To please our loves
But at this moment there is no lover
My last love had crushed me
And my last love has helped me mistrust
The love of others is insincere
And now love is lost
Lost in a sea full of lust not love
I’ll hide from love
And grow thorns to keep lovers away
No more heart decay, this loves gone array

A Spoiled Trophy Wife

All this time
And I almost think it will never end
You were never my friend
It was all power
And pride
Some kind of social stride
I never made your "happy little bride"
Instead I branded your ass
And conquered your past
And your denial
Tore us apart
My independent love
For the one true
My blood never extended to you
Not when you speak lies to me like you do
We are through
Sad but true
Thank goodness I finally saw through you

Fuck the Haters

So she told me
Confirmed what a coward
How shallow
And heartless
How easy
It disgusts me
but I knew
it was the only way
You could cope
She told me
She wasn’t as pretty as I
You think I give a Big Blue fuck
You can spread your disease
Fuck who you please
Wtf, why am I crying
Why do I care
Puke myself to Berlin

There is irony
In the wings that fly me
In the scar that holds him
In the nightmares I stir
In the monster he drives

There is irony
In my review mirror
In your empty metal box
In my labia majora
In your lack of “the national average”

I scare them all away
Fuck you I say
I don’t need to waste my time anyway
Stuck here thinking
Always evaluating
For what
I keep facing myself
There is nobody to embrace me
I’m here, and I must learn
To sleep alone
In my twin bed
And in my head
My time will waste
No matter what I pray
This fate of singularity
Here, again
I must learn to cum
Alone in my bed
in my head
alone

Fuck You

I hasten to forget
to simply not remember
how it felt when he touched me

I lay there, wanting to change
working to climax
only a blue salty tear

I wish I had a crush
someone I could lust
because, I can’t cum
until fully over you

I’ve got a date
With the shards of my broken vibrator
And the tires of my x-FJ

I can't sleep

And I wish I had a reason
there i just lie
tossing and turning
waiting to get up
and write, scream
here i can tell you
that I don't want to sleep
I'm tired of dreaming
tired of thinking
tired of analyzing
I'm so sick of caring
so sick of missing
I wish there was
more reason to smile
I wish I could just
lay peaceful
is it the wind
does it howl my fears
of loneliness
of times wasted
on illusions to come
on lies once told
and likely told again
on promises broken
i lie there
waiting to fall asleep
waiting for someone
waiting to stop waiting