noamericanidiot

I remember watching my mother slicing her hand gushing on this very escalator on the 2nd floor of Newark Airport. I remember my father rolling his eyes calling her stupid, telling her to hurry up. I remember a boy watching me fall cutting my knee sighing asking why I'm such an idiot. I remember thinking he loved me cause he didn't walk away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What a strange dragon, spikey winged, growling low, holding hostages in its belly only to gag them up safely in a strange new city. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I believe airplanes are like Tinkerbell. Everyone has to believe before they ca

Shame on you Parading around with a pocket full of nothing and a promise on the wind for Anyone and Noone. Such a sobering truth when Words and Actions miles apart- A deceitful zephyr that moved the ocean wisping away, denying the hurricane left behind. You are not what you say And less than you seem, And its best if I stopped pretending you loved me.

I'm a bird. The nest I grew up in is gone. Barely recognize the tree Beautiful and Blooming No sign of the screeching and flapping of our dead sticks and garbage wrapped loosely in a ring (I thought that ring would choke me kill me trap me forever.) I flew. I did not see the branches fall. Did not want to. Did not need to. Cozy in a pink-polka dot chirp Only the break in my song proof that the fallen branch knot was once mine. It was never truly mine.

Impact. Your impact font reminds me AIM opening, showing you online waiting for me. My first love outlined by comic sans and Impact.

Dad, I sat down fully intending to write *one* poem without bending the truth, yet have a happy ending. Like a general, you prepared me for war, determined to make up for your life before your dear little daughter came through the door. Relentless, you warned me of the world. Of monsters and villains who'd make my hair curl. "I'll always protect you. You're my little girl. Fear Mexican music, dark men in the night, teenage boys' intentions, horses that bite... Listen to your father, he's always right. Never steal, cheat, or lie especially to me, my little spy. Tell me all that your Mommy buys. Stay as you are and I'll love you

When I was a kid I'd lament how Love was Everywhere Song on the radio, Movies, Shows, All Love Stories... I couldn't understand Why people spent so much over a silly little thing Then, as I was tying my shoe On my way to English I looked Up. And in one glance, you taught me why.

My mother's a drunk and my dad was abusive And what's sad is my story isn't very unique So I have nothing. He gave me nothing. Except more emotions than I can handle. So I overflow every night in front of strangers Knowing, they too, once felt how I do Which gives me hope I'm not alone And when I'm older and happy and stable I'll go to the theater and watch a young girl spill onto the boards watch her soak up the love from the seats And know she'll be fine.

Her tutu, with tattered edges from the ten years she dedicated to her art, sprawls out in a big, beautiful dome. In the center, her puppy lays in a neat circle. "She's getting more use out of it than I can," she sighed. She clumsily heaved herself towards the door, resenting the metal clang of her bum ankle. Today is the beginning. Time for a new career. Time for a new attitude. Time she did not want. Everyone wished her well at the hospital, but they didn't understand. They might as well told her to stop breathing.

 There is a photo of my mommy and daddy that I keep in my inbox. I took it with my cell phone across the Thanksgiving table a few months before my dad moved to Yonkers. I used to laugh at the quirkiness and sheer insanity of my household. My mom hitting on my friends when she was drunk was all in good fun and my dad's racist antics meant no harm. Life was like a sitcom. Everyone loves sitcoms. Though, once the sun set things always turned sour. I spent every night from the age of fourteen until I left for college, a choice that was pushed on me, jumping at any little squeak that might have been a call for help. I only fell asleep after I hea

I mixed it myself, you like strawberries right? So what's upsetting my Lani? I always have a second for you. Yea Guys can be dicks You know, she and I broke up Free man yep And I can still only think of you. Sorry, out of line Sorry Just Ever think of us? With her All I thought Was You. Refill? Oh, here's a little something Tiffanys, blue I'm sure he would have too if he could. Sorry for staring Inappropriate I understand I don't deserve you Sorry, stupid Heard it in a movie once. Don't think I'm playing you. Never. Anyway He probably just doesn't know what he has You're special. I'll always have a secon