sleek, shiny, and new.
vampire interview
alike in look
not
in breadth.
Inhale.
schooled pooled woo ed?
with an axe
over the shoulder
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STOP ABUSE
Category Archives: Art
A Limerick
I once met a pretty boy named Ted
So charming I promptly lost my head
Incredibly dreamy
My pants got all creamy
Went crazy and fell off of my meds.
Southern Comfort
Casually watching
Refusing to move
Placidly observing
Chaos stirring
Vision blurring
It’s all good
Relax.
I’m just a cat.
Memphis Most Time Wasted
The Best of Memphis poll needs one more category. Best Pandering Asshole.
Popularity contests are not in themselves wrong. Majority opinion has worth and it’s very flattering when you win. And of course, the pathetic losers keep each other company in their mediocrity. The premise is that the “best” of something gets recognition by consistently providing quality service and/or entertainment to the masses. Lobbying and begging for votes cheapens the concept. Though adding Groveling to the Miss American contest has great entertainment potential.
If only money wasn’t involved. The annual Best of Memphis thing sparks a deluge of people and places reminding everyone who will listen that they want your vote. Some even give reasons why they deserve it. It’s nothing more than high school student council elections sans glitter and poster-boards. With less meaning.
I’m pretty damn opinionated yet I have trouble finding answers for the wealth of categories in this poll. Best BBQ in Memphis? You aren’t really a Memphian without thoughts on that. (Vegetarians note, DeJaVu has excellent BBQ tofu.) But Best Pizza? Uhm – it’s a tie between New York and Chicago for me. Best Florist? Might as well call it least shitty florist in Memphis because people who care about flowers most likely go to the spring plant sales and grow their own.
It’s also annoying that you have to fill out at least 50% of the 135 categories. I guess your opinion only counts if you are a really picky eater or a music snob? It’s a shame the government doesn’t apply the same rule to elections. Your vote only counts if you invest in 50% or more of the issues at hand.
I’m Just Not That Into You
You are not special.
No one cares what you think or how you feel.
Your goals are silly and unimportant.
Having children is common
Talking more does not increase your personal worth.
Money only provides security, not success.
Clothes are a waste of time.
If you want to invest in long term relationships become someone that you want to be alone with.
Church of Dave?
I want to go sit cross-legged in the middle of the music.
Capture the brilliance with a thousand words.
A thing observed, changes.
Women are taught to observe themselves monthly.
Men don’t look until something goes wrong.
Yoga helps no matter what.
Sharing Loneliness (a sonnet)
Seeking comfort in solitude is like
Relaxing in a swamp. Sinking into
The universal spirit only few
Share openly. Mind an unwinding spike
Enjoying oneness amid Nature’s Reich
Beautiful insignificant breakthrough.
Super and the ego open anew
The id savoring a odd hunger strike.
Eyes open, lying awake, still in bed
Hand inattentively petting the cat.
Letting thoughts pool at the back of my head.
Less often contemplated on my back
Loneliness is shared by a common thread
Commonly woven through a welcome mat.
Boxes
Compartments
with thin walls
Flowing together
into Mountains.
Safety in the hills.
Cells
of cardboard.
Keeping together
a body of work
Resting fetus-like
Waiting for enough
Gestation.
Rooms
in a row of homes.
More used the better
because I can’t
have nice things.
Durability makes
Antiques.
Cubicles
in a maze
with no cheese.
Footsore and weary
Limbs aching
Strained. FullRelaxation
Rare.
Lost & Found
The most painful thing I’ve ever heard is a stranger’s casual observation. After pouring out my feelings of worthlessness and despair in group therapy a 22-year old states, “It sounds like you’re just playing the victim.”
I didn’t stop crying for 3 hours. He’d seen straight to my problem, in a way. I am a victim. Attempting to play as NOT a victim has colored most of my social behavior. I want to be perceived as strong and in my world that means not complaining.
A lifetime of trying to please other people conditioned me well. I can take a lot of abuse. Fighting every instinct to do things my way, I based my decisions on someone else’s moral compass. Selfish people are not good role models.
That is, the conservation of my self is my only defense. Just get through it. I found a number of allies along the way and my undying loyalty to friends preserved the most important people. I had to let myself go a little crazy just to break the carbonite encasing my inner artist. Now I’m leaking personality all over the place and have faith in the universe and everything. Go with the flow.
I’ll miss some things. Nothing that obvious. The truth is, I’m pretty spectacular. No one can make me feel otherwise unless I let them. Thanks Eleanor. Is rejecting an abusive matriarchy part of becoming a feminist? Maybe I’m just multitasking my recovery.