Drunk on Monday

Hollow humanity too hollow to hate
Vacant eyes and a dollar sign to fill that void
There can’t be love in a capitalist state
The irate debate of love and money

Just rip your heart out
Give it to me honey
It’s your life
But mine for the taking

Shameless and saddened
Let me have you
I’ll make you gag
On every slovenly sweet word you’ve tried to feed me
‘Cause it’s your turn to be used
And I won’t stop

There’s no use to care
All we face is despair
Rotting rancid lives
And no time machine for wasted moments

There is no certainty in love
But money is concrete
And in a capitalist society it’s all you need
Disregard love ‘cause it’s all a nasty dream

That’s why I sit here drunk on Monday
Thinking and knowing that I’ve been torn apart and used
Realizing it’s my turn to clean out the space
Create an empty void and take your life to erase
All the suffering I’ve endured
It’s your turn baby and I want more

© 2004 Miss Blue

Human Weakness

All day long I sat here bored
In a cesspool of clichés
Sugar and saccharine hearts so played out that the thought of using Equal in your tea makes you want to scream.
Armor similar to shatter proof glass as to shatter proof souls hidden deep beneath to prevent a rip tide of emotion
Emotion that can put you in motion for a thing called love
A concept itself that is so played out it has lost all meaning.
No feeling no true emotion just a word
A word in a dictionary
A line in a novel
A word in a poem
A character line in a play
Person, place or thing
Used to describe
Used to describe what?
Nonexistent feelings
To coerce another’s private thoughts
If to live is to love and to love is to live then we are all a farce
Manufactured cutouts distributed to lead no one
Production line assembly pushing mass production because we are all in such high demand
Waiting for the right one to be made to compliment a siege of emotion
All for what?
To let useless dribble pour from fingertips to create the ultimate cliché…
Instead…
All day long I sat here bored


© 2003 Miss Blue

Prelude to Madness

I've decided to create this page to share my work. I must get back into the habit of writing for myself and not just shelling out essays and articles like a machine. I need to remember that this is something I enjoy doing.

I will be posting old and new pieces. Some of you will remember the older work from a time where some of us were active writers, poets, musicians and artists going to readings, shows, galleries and participating in anything we could get our names on. I remember those calm hot summer days filled with cookies and cheap Kool-Aid knockoffs turning into crazy summer nights and becoming something to write about.

Those days are gone. No need to dwell on them but the words still remain.