Pasta

You know it's not all it's meant to be
Said the one girl to the next
She stood up
Brushed herself off
Pulled down on her flannel tee
Made faces with the clouds
And glared at the other
As she clearly and loudly spoke
"I just want some satisfaction"
What do you want?
What do you want?
This is only a circus
This is only a stage
Where all the words are clearly imprinted
No psychics need to be here
We all know what we're thinking
But with all this being said
Then how in the end am I to have said
How was I to know what this would be?

I don't remember your name

I've seen that look before.
They come over,
They say your name,
You see, they've been watching your eyes
They've spoken with your eyes in their mind
They see them as kind
They make their mental assessments that you're it!
You're what they were looking for in their leisure hours
You, you, you
The you that will save them
The you that will tuck them into your arms, sail away to some fantasy land with dragons and unicorns and maybe a princess.
Then you talk.
And you say something quite ordinary
And you see it
That look in their eyes
A shift
A telling
A walking away
Maybe they've walked away
The bothering of you...
Obviously,
With all the strength it took them to come over,
Was wasted energy,
Because no, you can't save them.
Not when you came to save yourself.

i aint dumb

Of course you can say "I am dumb" to anything. And everything. And still be fine and actually overtly intelligent.
In affect, you've made yourself dumb, not actually stating fact, more so lessening the burden of your actions. You're not actually stating a factual account of your intelligence and abilities but agreeing with your own low estimate of your accomplishments.
Your intelligence will be clearly evident to any observer, lying will only lower their estimate of you, regardless of whether or not your own estimate of yourself is low due to others actions, not devious intentions.
You can say you're dumb to anything. You can say you're dumb to evade responsibility. To avoid a socially uncomfortably encounter, to lessen a social responsibility. You can say you're dumb simply to be left alone.
Or you could say you're dumb because your financial objections in life do not add up to meet your fantasy occupation, when you're forced to chose a less mentally taxing profession. It's easier to say you're dumb if, on paper, you in fact look so. When really you weren't given the opportunities or your mindset did not allow for you to maneuver further in life.
You're not dumb, your situation is dumb. Those who would judge you solely on the credentials on paper are dumb, the general world view, without further analysis is dumb, never, for an instance say "I'm dumb" unless, in fact, you are verifiably dumb. Then don't have a bad attitude.

Show me your sass

Remember when you worked for that company and did that Sh**?
Yeah.
Well it's just like that, so keep at it.
Okay.
He was sweet.
And married with two kids, eh?
Yeah.
Stay focused.
But sex...
Can wait, huh?
(Pout)
Okay.

(Something much better to go here soon.............. loud noises go home! F'ing neighbors, so what if I want to listen to Rhianna's stay, on infinite loop, for the next three days?!!!!!!!!!!!)

Pale road

I want to be with simple folk
Because I'd like to think I'm simple folk
Drinking
And talking about jobs and loss and clothes and sex
Forget existentialism
Listen to the road as my wheels run over too many cracks
too many bumps
Too pale a concrete
For too many hills
to too much grass
and shattered windows
With sagging roofs
and aged exteriors
Along the same street that has all the identical sagged roofs, aged exteriors and shattered windows
Why not adapt?

Whole

Sometimes I take solace in the f9 key
Sometimes I simply look away
A lot of times I just cry
Sometimes I cruse fate
I look at my neighbors and see that they have it better than me
Me and my lonely self
Sometimes I just throw things
All those nice glasses against white walls that now have weird green smudges on them I have to explain away to the landlord someday.
A lot times I just sit here and stew
Try to sleep
Try to watch a movie
Read  a book
Anything to get my mind off my pain and my imcompletness
But not one time have I found the answer
Not one time have I found you
That person who could make it all go away forever
That thing that cold make me not have to consider what solace I have to take in what object, food, drink, pill, moment, animal or person next.
Not one time have I said "I've got it!"
"That's it!"
"This will make me feel whole, nice, comfortable, calm, rational, excited, nice, gentle or happy permanently!"
Not one time have any of these fixes done anything but that, fix.
And then maybe fix
and then they don't...

Human

I am human.
I'm really hoping this problem will correct itself
without my effort.
I am human.
I become easily irrational at things I did,
Things that are beyond my control,
Things that I could change,
If I tried harder, etc.
I am human.
I can use things, other than their intended purposes,
to gain emotional benefits,
which will ultimately harm my body.
I am human.
I didn't mean for this to happen,
To occur,
To take place.
I know I could have done something.
But somewhere,
Somehow,
I am sure,
I am positive,
This was someone
Else's fault.
    
                    -Human