stayin' at home on friday nights

Sister it's too late
and my pills are in my system
can it wait till later days
as Tino said in the weekenders
You are lovely and amazing
I'll write you poems by the thousands
but it's 11:38 on Friday night
and I'm as lame as lame can be
 and therefore need to sleep
So I'll write one soon
I promise
Love you Kiki

Creative Writing Potluck

We sat in the classroom
exchanging cookies and chips
exchanging tiny stories
exchanging glances of love and humour
changing from anxious to happy
in 30 seconds
as Ashton spoke of emo Abigail.

Similes and metaphors in music

Sorry I can't strum BMac...

Hospital Bed( an original by Jenny Hubb)

(Chorus)

Guess I'm sittin' on a hospital bed, foggy from the sedatives. Changing my IV is some elaborate ritual.

Verse 1

I'm expecting chanting echoed through these halls and a native drumming bursting through the walls. Tie me up like I'm a witch to burn. Fatten me like buddha and then melt me to a lump. See I'm layin' nude in the hospital bed, wires hooked to me like I'm some sorta machine. Around me is the stench of death. Oozing bodies with no pulse within.

Verse 2

The combination of pills devour me. Everything is tarnished from the mist. I'm fending off the thickened air. Body rippled from the dripping shadows. I'm ambushed by nurses who diminish light with vapours. They bring in clipboards with words but the words worm of their papers. And their voices float away like balloons in the sky. Doctors are fishin' in me likeI'm some sorta lake. I'm drowning inside the fumes that nausiate.

Verse 3

I'm withering and wincing in the pain. They knead me like dough. I bloom and open like a flower. I'm split open, weeping. They see I'm rotted inside and they disturb my mold and gangrene. But when they venture inside they become petrified at the tangled mess within me and they empty me out. I'm brittle, I'm feeble, have no flutter, have no flicker.

End

I struggle to breathe but I'm slowly turned to marble. And I crumble. I'm consumed.

An elaborate destruction of ones self for love

I see you
I can't look at you.
I unpeel my eyes
rip them from their home
and throw them into a pile
of brown, green, blue, and white balls.
Unseeing seeing devices.

My legs they run for you
they cannot run for you.
I tear them off,
lay them down among the firewood.
I'm still.
In the heat they burn and try to escape.
They are eaten by the flames.

My mouth it smiles for you.
I force it to fall from my face.
Unable to speak to you it curves and frowns.
The teeth decay
like roses plucked without water.

My hands they reach for you
so I cut them off.
They try to crawl away on their finger tips
so I bash them down
with a heavy bone.

My nose it smells your smells
your sweetness and smokeness.
I wipe it from my face and
I wash it down the drain
into the sewer
where it is eaten by rats.

My ears they hear you
speak to me,
yell for me
so I turn them into ice
and I smash them,
I crack them,
then I melt them into honey
which I feed to hungry babies.

My heart it aches for you
and longs for you
so I take it gently from its place,
I put it in your hands
and though
I beg for you
to squeeze it,
tear it,
throw it,
burn it,
freeze it.
You put it back
and kiss my chest
then kiss my face,
my arms,
my neck
and I am fixed
and so I kiss you back.

dripple dropple thousands

Dripple, dropple, thousands.
A shower of shining liquid gold is pouring off of you.
Like Carrie at her prom with pigs blood
you are drenched in yellow sap
dripping and seeping
making a puddle of 24k.

I have to touch it to believe it.
I put my hands on you and collect the thick, gooey money.

My hands are covered in luxury
I blow on it and it changes to dust
like in peterpan.
Yet you do not fly.
I sprinkle it around the room.
No chance of poverty upon any of us.
You make me go back
to the place where you sat me.

I wipe my hands on the desk
smearing the gunk and powder of consumerism onto it.
Dripple, dropple, thousands.

To sum it up....I'm fantastic

This happened

Im so good looking

Probably my favorite person

Summering it up

I had dreads

melting sun

Sinking afternoon
The sun is melting from its too hot heat
Into a puddle
on the hill
in the West
Night spills out
Black and shining,
sprinkled with silver sparkles
Glistening and wet it drips
and slides away
as sun evaporates
up into the sky once again
This time East Bringing day

Dance

Running down the hall
anticipating moisture and sex.
I turn quick,
open the doors
smell sweat and pot.
I jump into the pool of odours
dancing like no one can see me.
Twirling and running.
I yell the song,
act it out,
hands flying,
I bounce.
The music pounds.
Coloured lights
Small bright dots
No grinding
Thank the lord.
I look around.
Bored
I leave the dance.

Those dreams of nights dreamt up

Meshing fleshing
Mesh flesh
"Don't get up"
Holding, pushing
arms down

Sucking hungry
thirsty kisses
"Don't leave"
You step, I step
But must you out the door go?

Soft then stubble
Walk on rubble
$20 cash

Won't get fully dressed
Jeans, bra, wool socks
Hit the piano
it's cold, hard keys
and your jingling keys

You're back
Cold excited kiss
"I don't wanna leave"
You know
it has to end you see
it all ends

Tiptoed kisses
kissing, missing
kiss, miss
Skin trembles
with the thrills of memories

Tied to the rocks,
bashed by the sea
Opening a door
Happy cab ride home

Ice Storm in the Hall

While walking to your classroom through the hallway I encountered an icestorm. I covered my face with my hands rubbed my arms, wiping frost off my shoulders. I put my head down forcing my way through the ice and wind. I bit the snow hard squeeky and cotton like burning and stinging. I hear you Horatio, through the storm. So I continue to the classroom breaking through the ice fortress and emerge frostbitten and spreading my cold into your place.

Apple Blood

I picked one off the tree
changing hands
it duplicated
One in each palm
and more
and more
They piled up
Red, hard and sweet

Falling down
Spraying delicious juice
into the mouths
of hungry little darlings

I placed you inbetween my hands
palms raised
and I trapped you
in the cage
between them
Tall and narrow
You did not know you were trapped
but felt like you couldn't escape

You collect windchimes in your room
I blow upwards
and they tinkle and jingle
Silver and seaglass
High, silvery and bright

You burst through my safety cage
between my hands
going to the tree
picking the apples
only you were not allowed
and so the branches scrape you
and they cut you

Now you are bleeding gallons of blood
making a sea on the floor
It-like acid-spreads and melts
I have no choice but to leave you,
my pile of apples
and the windchimes
I must not be eaten up by your acid infused apple blood

Othello

You played connect the dots
with the freckles on my arm
Then rated the men and women
from 1 to 10

18

Pushed through a hot wet escape
I gasped for air
drenched in blood
and goo
and now
eighteen years later
I want to go back
to my dark and hidden cave
-in a none incestual way
I long to go back
to not breathing on my own
But I know if I went back
to the sticky and squished womb
I would be anxious to break free
spilling my mothers blood
So I suppose I'll stay inside the real world
for possibly another eighteen years.