the necessary condition

A poetry blog

Month: April, 2013

Romanticizing everything.

sold out. try again.

sold out. try again.

She wanted to be independent,
Picked up her shell,
Moved across
the nation,
In order to build new dwell.

Never the right materials,
Utilized escapism,
Will settle f
or pop art,
Even when looking fauvism.

Gifts will sit and wait,
She’ll never carry her own.
She’ll d
o you favour,
If only she gets to post as social media throne.

She will leave you in the dust,
If building her dwell cell.
Forget the thought of collaboration,
If her name is not firs
t sell.

xx

-v

degrading triangles.

beware of the seeing the bottom.

beware of the seeing the bottom.


She goes for the right side ups
to get over the upside downs.
There’s n
o real sense,
but turned up sounds.

She feels for it,
but doesn’t want any feels.
Gets into it, knowing,
there’s no endpoint to these reels.

So down she goes in spinal tap,
with nothing but touch to see.
Blindly convincing herself,
that wishful thinking is reality.

xx

-v

_______is also her name.

stop it.

stop it.

Unfortunately my favorite song,
has the same name as her.

If you don’t feel lucky to not be one..
of the 1.8 people who died this second.
At least
feel lucky to have not be one..
of the 5.6 million people to die every year.

Get into it.
Get into it.
Get into it.

The penny’s face up,
and it catches your eye.
Even if
you don’t believe in luck,
do you just walk on by?

You weren’t one of the 1.8 this second,
pick up the fucking coin,
make a wish at 11:11,
and live as if you will be one..
or point 8 of the next second.

xx

-v

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