Baby don't hurt me

Love is reading the story even when the print is too small for your eyes and you're squinting.

Love is walking in the rain wearing a pair of shoes that have holes in them, as your socks get increasingly soggy.

Love is hating, but still loving just the same.

Dance

lights
music
make me move

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

And Then He Started His Own Business and Made Big Bucks

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who went to Grad School then said "Fuck it!"

He quit all his classes,
And stepped on his glasses,

Now serves KFC from a bucket.

Happiness

What makes you happy?

Is it the sky when filled with sun?
Or times with friends when you have fun?

Is it having money or wealth?
Or enjoying perfect health?

Is it music, in your ears?
Or drinking way too many beers?

Is it closeness with a friend?
Or broken hearts just on the mend?

Is it your job, or your career?
Or conquering a favourite fear?

Is it your dog or cat or fish?
Or seeing a star and making a wish?

Is it your family, or your wife?
Or babes to whom you've given life?

Is it grass or trees or flowers?
Or climbing to the tops of towers?

What makes your heart spin, round and round?
What makes it resonate with sound?

Go to it, find it, make it be!
With this in mind, you will be free.

Don't Anybody Move

PUT YOUR HANDS UP (for Detroit)
Put your hands up 'cause I told you to

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I put my hands up, 'cause I'm a single lady
But with hands up I can't hug myself

And I just want to feel some arms
And so this gun will keep me warm

Happiness, is a warm gun
Shooting them / release I need

My bullets tear through flesh
Like your words tore through my soul

I'm not alone when surrounded by bodies
You can't leave me if you're dead

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You get a little kinky
Handcuffs around my wrists

You're rough (you know I like it)
You play cop and I'll play me

English Teacher

It seems you punctuate my thoughts
With shiny words (you sure know lots!)
The quotidian of my mind
Becomes unique with words you find

And yet, it's more than words you say
In fact I'd say it is the way
That you express yourself to me
That makes me feel so gleefully

A period here, a comma there
Has never caught me unaware
But now the gentle roll of prose
Has got me curling up my toes

The ecstasy of careful words
Like choc-o-late or "flightless birds"
It fills me with obscene delight!
Of happiness, this is the height

And so exclaim! And also pause,
Wrap me in your words like gauze
Let them cloak me / keep me warm
Dazzle me with written form

Eloquence can be such fun
And new words I will never shun
I want to hear them all, do tell!
You seem to know this language well

So use your words to tell me more
If words are sex, I am a whore!
A single picture, please describe
Your thousand words I will imbibe

Open up the world for me
The words make things easy to see
They make it much more fun to touch
Of words there never is too much

Semi-colon has my love
And Circumflex that sits above
I guess I like the tilde too
(Why can't a simple hyphen do?)

Ellipses... they give voice to void
I like it when they are employed
Apostrophes aren't like the rest
I often put them to the test

The elements of language, see,
Mean so very much to me
So as you use these words un-plain
Know that you write my heart's refrain

The Blissful Misery of Love

Put your hands into my ears
Into my mouth - into my fears
Put them softly on my heart
Slowly pull my ribs apart

Now quickly take the organ out
And hook your fingers on the doubt
Steal my love and worries too
And keep them always safe with you

Sew me up with a caress
As you slip off my fuchsia dress
Kiss me gently like the sun
And tell me I'm the only one

Clothed in laughter; deep in thought
Half-way through the wine you brought
Under cover sans disguise
I'm lost and found within your eyes

Let's make a pact to stay this way
In love in lust in disarray
But nothing lasts - not even this
(Let's seal the promise with a kiss)

Just know that each sweet touch will lie
Each word has life and soon must die
The honesty of love so pure
Will try, but must fail to endure

The passing of days/months/years
Destroys a love and brings back fears
One day my heart will cease to beat
No longer will you be complete

Our love will end in tragedy
Too soon your blinded eyes will see
The folly of eternal love
And shame of heaven up above

So when you hold my hands in yours
(as we make love instead of wars)
Know that our time is very brief
That soon you will be filled with grief

Like water carefully cupped in hands
Time flows through (like hourglass sands)
This moment - it could be our last
This fleeting present becomes past

Yo, Shakey

Some pop songs repeat words words words
But Hamlet did it first (first first)
Some say music's for the birds
And Shakespeare is for nerds nerds nerds

But I say music feeds the soul
And Hamlet's part of that dear goal
His speeches are my vitamins
Without them death - it always wins

Well Hamlet's dead I guess that's true
But his words truly live through you
And through the plays you strive to read
You somehow satisfy a need

Else why read it? Why trudge through?
What do these ancient words pursue?
Look quite closely, then you'll see
Shakespeare knows what you can be

Some are Brutus or King Lear
or fathers poisoned in the ear
Some find love like Juliet
or like Ophelia get all wet

It doesn't matter who you are
These plays (it's true) can take you far
Venice, Denmark, England too!
They'll take you off to someplace new

But Shakespeare wrote these long ago
About today, what could he know?
A microwave he's never seen
Into a car he's never been

But human souls are quite the same
(He doesn't have to know your name)
His words can see into your heart
And he can tell you all apart

"Thinking makes it so" you see
The thoughts you have will come to be
So sing your life and sing it fierce!
(The latest hit from Britney Spears)

Sing the music of your life
And worry not about the strife
It passes - all is over soon
Immerse yourself into a tune

"The earth has music for those who listen"
So cover yourself with sounds that glisten
Let your heart shine with the sound
And spin yourself around and 'round

Dance your whole life 'fore it's gone
And know that your true self has shone
Let Shakespeare tell you what to do
Allow the beat to flow through you

Just give yourself to something pure
Today's hits or words that were
Trendy beats or classic songs
Will help you stay away from wrongs

So "keep it real" and stay so true
Find words that truly inspire you
Let them flow into your heart
The music of your life will start

And like a song your life will end
And on the way you must defend
The open hearts and honest wits
In dusty books and billboard hits.

...uhm...

Writer's block - the Muse away, it seems I have no words today.
I'm blocked - stopped up - no words will flow, and suddenly I'm filled with woe!
I can't write, I'll never write! My sentences seem so contrite.
I'll never write again I say! I don't know how; I've lost my way.
I'm no Shakespeare, I'm no Poe, I'm not sure how the words should go.
Devices do betray me now. Write a poem? I don't know how.

Alliteration always acts happily for poetic hacks.

Internal rhyme can earn a dime - but I don't want to waste your time.

I'd like to make a star's light wink, but then my floating heart would sink.

Personify the world I would! If I thought that that could do some good.

I want the words to flow like wind! (Then this poor simile I'd rescind.)

Metaphors are a broken mind, they don't know love from an orange's rind.

It's hopeless! I've no words to give, a silent life I'm forced to live.
Ol' Bill and Edgar had a skill, and I know that I never will.

It's like Fight Club - but they don't call him suicidal

You told me 'bout the ketchup bottle
And how my neck you sought to throttle
And how my arm you'd love to squeeze
And push me down onto my knees

Steal my words with your strong fist
Seal the mouth you often kissed
Pull my hair until I scream
Make me wish this was a dream

Tell me that I have no worth
And that you do regret my birth
You want to kill me (yes it's true)
And you won't stop until you do

I'm crying as you hold the knife
I know you want to end my life
But somehow I can't let it go
Still I need some time to grow

Please hate me less I need to see
What kind of person I can be
You always try and tear me down
And turn my smile into a frown

But I just want to feel so free
And get you far away from me
I don't want to see your face
I want you so far from this place

But you are me and I am you
I can't escape the things you do
I can't block out the words you say
That ring inside my head each day

I can't turn off the constant hate
And the abhorrence won't abate
Self-loathing, it is here to stay
So murder is the only way

I kill you so that I can live
This option is my gift to give
The freedom in this last resort
Is worth the life that I abort

Cup of Joe

They say that pot is a gate-way drug, but you never hear people warning about caffeine.

Suddenly you're alert and your head has never felt so alive before.

You can do it all. You can clean and think and dream and run and dance and do homework and take it all on you are super! You can do it all! It's amazing and magical and less than $2!

Until the crash, and you're falling... falling asleep. You feel so tired and you need it again. Give me the coffee, I'm jones-ing for it. I don't need it I just really really want it.

Uppers were the next logical step.

Coffee stains your teeth and really it's not as convenient as a few little pills. Let's start with adderall and pseduo-ephedrine. They're easily procured, not illegal, and really ease you into the flighty high that feels so. damn. good.

Everything is still moving very very quickly. It's great - you're getting so much done! And nothing seems crazy important like it used to. When it's time to sleep ('cause let's be realistic - you have to sleep eventually) all it takes is a few shots of vodka (it tastes so clean). Food is no longer necessary for energy.

Ecstasy is just another pill.

It's great when you have time for, well, everything! It feels really good when you have your pills, and that girl from that party shared her coke with you and that felt pretty fucking good too. It's not as easy to get as the pills, but it works twice as well.

Life starts moving really quickly, like when you're on the merry-go-round at a kid's playground and it's spinning really, really quickly and any second you're going to fall off but for now you're hanging on and it feels really, really good (even though you might get sick any second now).

You don't think about inconsequential things anymore. It doesn't matter. You used to care about what people thought or how you looked but now all that matters is that you're awake! And that you have a pocket full of pills. You could quit, but what's the point? You feel happy for once. Things feel good.

What does it matter that it's artificial? Everything is artificial these days.

(Including happiness).

Insatiable

When is it

enough

?

Closer

Push me up against the wall
and catch me as I start to fall
so deep in love with you.

Bodies - separate - feel like one
(Oh! Life has never felt this fun!)
I like the words you whisper in my ear.

Buttons never felt so grand
As when undone with your strong hand
Take off my clothes and inhibitions too.

Enter my life and body too
I like the things you want to do
and suddenly the world becomes so still.

You like my touch I like your smile
Let's just stay here for a while
I want to live inside your circling arms.

The world is big and I'm so small
And as we stand here in the hall
I feel the universe condense for once.

This too will end (as all things do)
But for now, you're all that's true -
I'll hang on to this moment for all time.

And when I'm alone in my bed
I'll think of curls upon your head
and recall that I once was part of two.

Now is the summer of our content...

Web 2.0 = Narcissism.

We all just want to be known, yeah?

I had to revert to my pen name, simply to avoid lumping myself with the plethora of others than need to be known! They want a name for themselves!

But Mary Anne (Mary Ann, Marian) Evans and Samuel Langhorne Clemens didn't feel the need to be known. Maybe they thought it wouldn't work out for them.

Maybe they didn't want their hearts to be labeled by their lives. (See: Autobiographical readings). Maybe they didn't want censorship to bind them to safe topics.

Hard to say.

I just know how irritated (and hypocritical) I get when I encounter personal websites so filled with the need to be SEEN! RECOGNIZED! ADORED! ADMIRED! ENVIED!

I just want to write. And yeah, when I'm dead, I want to be posthumously appreciated.

But for now, I am Allie Victoria Summers.
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