therapy

Crude and ridiculous as what you are about to read might seem, I am very proud. These are poems I composed aloud, without really thinking at all, just to have fun and make myself feel better. Luckily, Tyler had the foresight to write them down as I was saying them. Because I think they are pretty fucking hilarious. At least I do now. Maybe when I've gotten some sleep that won't apply any more.

But, what the hell?

Enjoy, bitches.

"shaw"
I watch the wind flutter
flit flit like butter
under my shutter
im baking with butter
hot buttered bread
bread and jam
that’s who I am
sam.

"lavander ty"
tyler is the path straight to my uterus
when he looks down the road, his eyes see straight through to us
oh if only you knew the eyes of his blue
the pink of his pink
the soft of his soft
the cough of his cough
and when he whines he really whines
and when he sighs he really sighs
and when he dies he really dies

"how things are"
tyler is the jester in my court
making him cry is such good sport
his tears are perfect round and fat
just like that giant fat vat on his back
(a.k.a. his butt)
he’s a slut
he can’t stop playing with his balls
that is why Niagara falls

"traffic in tokyo"
tyler really likes to poop
I wonder if he can make a loop
a loop of poop
on the stoop
in the soup
for the troops
through some hoops
tyler’s poop just flew the coop

"party time"
tyler yawns like a gaping cavern yawns
like a gaping cavern yawns with bats
bats in hats
bats in party hats
party hats and icesicles
sucking on their popsicles
cutting cakes in halfsicles
tyler has ankles

"grandma's anthem"
over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go
but grandma’s a stinkin’ hoe
we’ll string her up by her pantyhose
and hang her out with the mistletoe
out in the frigid whipping snow
cause ho ho ho, who wouldn’t know?
grandma’s a fucking hoe
she fucked santa, big and red in his big ol’ suit
she turned the Christmas carols down to mute
she told him he was awful cute
then her cooch consumed him whole
and now the silver bells will always toll
for santa
so tell me are you surprised to hear
that before the end of that fateful year
grandma got run over by a reindeer?

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I know what you're going to say... I'm an immature bitch.

Well...

Suck it, whores. SUCK IT!

Always,
Mei

Oh, my... I seem to have broken about a million vows about how I was going to keep this blog. Oh well. I've been going through a series of mini-crisises and "battling" depression (hate that phrase, but whatever), none of which I really would like to talk about, so writing has really been pushed to the back of my mind. I don't really have it in me to write biting, sarcastic crap about Johnathon's vagina, nor am I ready to write about what's bothering me, soo....

I tried freewriting the other day, and I came out with a pretty good poem. So I think I'm going to try that again today. See what happens.

Ooo! I actually produced two poems! Be sure to tell me what you think.

to the sky!

to the sky! to the sky!

but my aloneness is a
thimble threading
the dark like a skylark
underwater, beating its
wings, sodden and heavy.

i’m sinking. my flight
is a paper machine
dipping in the air
like the fluttering of a final
breath.

your eyes

let me just drift
so i can live
without urgency,
for once. to have my eyes linger
on the sky. to breath in
slowly.
counting each feather,
counting each feather on my wings.

i wish i could stand
the empty

spaces.

let things just be.
let me just drift.

my eyes are pale
hummingbirds, they never sit
still. they are beating,
always beating against the palm
of the sky. swimming
out to the stars, against
the current of the cosmos.

i cannot
bear this river as it bears
me out to the sea.
all i can do is drink
it until it belongs
to me; makes sense to me.

so i cough and sputter
all these hasty words, saying
things i don’t mean; trying
to wear a stranger’s clothes
until i discover the clothes are
mine, and the stranger is me,
and i never really
knew. until i saw

you;
until i looked into
your eyes and

paused.
breathed.
measured

each second
by the beat of your heart;
measured out all
the dark, lonely spaces between
the spidery stars and
saw, saw
that i could fill them with

your eyes.

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Yours in Eternally Smoldering Evil,
Mei of Mei