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    Welcome to the poetry page of Alexandria Rand
the one-time editor of the new literary magazine Down in the Dirt (2000-2009).

She has been referred to as “the force the keeps all thing in chaos”, which is a description she is proud of, because she likes to keep people frightened and on the edge. She believes poetry is meant to confuse and irritate some, and perplex others - when it is written well.



A keyhole to dementia

Editors Choice Award, 2007












Had A Point

Maybe you had a point
maybe it’s not just me that does the thinking
maybe I have to stand up for myself
maybe I’ll have to take your advice

I know I’m supposed to take my time
I know I don’t have time
I want everything and I want it now
I know, I know, patience is not one of my virtues

I know there are so many things I want
I know there are so many things I need
I want all my dreams to come true

and I’ve always been afraid to ask
I don’t know how to ask any more

There has been so much going on with me
I’ve seen friends dying and dead
and they’ve tried to test me too
and I fought back
and I won
and this is all I have to show for it

there was so much I wanted
I’ve had to shut myself off
over and over again

But you are one of the only people I know
that wants to listen
who thinks I have something to say

I need that sometimes, you know

You keep telling me
that he is a lucky man
because he gets to hold me at night
and he can talk to me
and he cam touch my hair

but he doesn’t

but thanks for listening,
thanks for being supportive,
thanks for letting me feel like I’m not the
only one in the universe who
has feelings, who is human

well, thank you for that














Supposed To Be

You suggested to me that I
should tell him how I feel

I’m afraid that I would tell him too much
about me

And you’re not the first to tell me that
okay, you’re the second
but now I’m starting to think
that on some levels
this might be a good idea

He called me when he got back in last night
he must have only been home for five minutes
and he’s either honest he misses me
or something

or he thought of me
or he was bored
I don’t know

I need to be pushing that line a little farther
far enough to still be safe
but far enough to still be a risk
I gave him an idea; he said we’d talk about it
when he called me today
well, he hasn’t called me yet

Yes, I know he loves me
and yes, I know he has
thought about marrying me
but there is no ring in my finger

Who knows this will all work
but the idea is there
and well, that’s something

Maybe you were right
that I should take my time
but I’m an impatient girl
and I want the answers yesterday

maybe life won’t be on my terms
and maybe I’ll have to get used to that














All The Details

(Conscious of It)
“head up my”

- this is what I go through -

    I wonder if it’s just easier sometimes to think that you didn’t die, that you were just ignoring me. Would it be easier then? Would I think that maybe you’re somewhere missing me, feeling that hole in your heart where a relationship with me would go? Is it that way it’s supposed to be done? I know that if you were alive you’d still want to call me, and you still would expect something out of me. And that always bothered me then, but I miss it now. I want to be able to talk to you, to pass the time with you, to know that you’re there to listen

    Maybe if you were alive somewhere I could just be angry with you. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel bad, maybe I wouldn’t miss you. Maybe then I wouldn’t want you near me, to make me laugh, or just to let me scream out loud, when I needed to let out a good yell

Maybe you are somewhere, listening. That’s a nice way to think about it. Maybe you know that I cared about you, and still do, maybe you know it hurt me when you were gone. It hurts me still. Maybe you’re somewhere, just waiting to fill me in on all the details I’ve been lacking, all the details I’ve been wanting to know

    Maybe I should havegone to your funeral, maybe I should have seen your body, maybe I could have seen the color of your skin or the needle marks near your lips they used to put your mouth together. Maybe I needed to see these things

    But I don’t know if I was ready. I still don’t know if I am ready. Maybe I wouldn’t have so much to say to you, maybe I wouldn’t expect you to come back. Maybe then I wouldn’t want to touch your face and feel your skin. Maybe it would be easier that way

    Over the years there are so many things that I have thought about. I always wonder if other people think the way I do. But with everything that has happened to me this year I did think of you, really

    I wondered what it was like for you to be in pain, if you thought it was the end for you, if you knew what was going on. I got one of your earrings yesterday I think it was the last one you wore and when I heard someone still had it i wanted it. I wanted to have something to remember you by other than these damn memories. We should have had more memories together you know. Maybe it’s better this way; that’s what I keep telling myself. I have to keep telling myself things, you know, to keep me sane. But if everyone is right and you know my thoughts then I suppose you know what I go through. When all you’ve got are memories don’t you have to fill your time with something?

    When I needed to talk to you, I called. Or you called me instead. It was almost like I had a little brother there, who was always willing to listen to me, who was always wanting to put up with me. My question to you is this: were you always willing to put up with me? Did you think things would end this way?

    Just so you know, wherever you are, that I am thinking about you

    I always thought you’d be around. I thought, even when you aggravated me, that you would always be there for me. Now I just have to be there for myself. I wonder how lonely people get, if they lose someone they were close to, do they feel like a piece of them is missing too?














Are The Things That I Like

What I think I like the most about you
Are all the little details about you
That I can not remember

Maybe we never shared any of those moments together
Maybe I just need to think of moments with you
That we never really shared

I have only seen you remotely
I have never known how to approach you
I have always thought that I did not want to act conspicuous

But I have to admit, what I have seen of you
I have to admit that I like it
There are parts about you that are quirky, but I think that is okay

It is the things about you that no one else likes
And those are the things that I like
I have seen how much you care about your work

And I like how you think about a lot of things
And if your quirks are a part of a large, strange package
Then I will take it

I like your height and your physique and
I like how intelligent you are and I like the fact
That you are partially color blind because you know

I like to think that there are some things about you
That are not perfect
because then you will have an excuse to claim that well, you are human

I would like to think that you are human
I would like to think that you are real because I know
That I am real and this could be a link for me

This could be something that would help me to prove in my own head
that I am not the only one
and that there is someone out there like me too














You Know What I’m Talking About

i know it has been years since we have talked
and I know you probably hate me
and maybe you want something different in life
and maybe I would be a nice diversion for you

and maybe I could tell you
that I have gone through a lot too
and maybe we could find consolation in each other
provide relief

maybe you would talk to me
and say things that you could not tell anyone
well, at least not in open places

well, maybe you know what i am talking about
I have been looking for things
and maybe, just maybe you are looking for things too

maybe something out of life
maybe some comic relief, some attention
maybe I could be that for you
maybe you could be that for me














Enough So Far

I appreciate your honesty
I’m not used to honesty, you know
I’m used to people trying to screw me over
and I know I’m a girl
but I have to act like a guy sometimes
so that people don’t try to make my life tougher

hasn’t it been tough enough so far?

when you’re so used to
not getting the truth from anyone
well, honesty is nice

and I know that when I started to tell you
about what I thought might happen
with me and hin
you kept saying he is a lucky guy

well, does he understand that yet

and if he thinks everything is great
because he has me in his life
well, is everything great
does he feel like anything is enough some of the time

I just want to know
if he feels the kind of love
that I feel for him
that it is a kind of love
that doesn’t go away

I want to know if I should have hope
when you talk, you give me reason to have hope

and I don’t know if I should
but now I’ll take whatever I can get














Get Me Through My Life

there was a time tonight
when i thought you would come up to me
and act like you had never met me before

and well, i did not know what else to say
and so i did the same

it is strange to be in a place you have not been to before
because i think that is when i see something familiar
and then see something different

it is at times like that
when i try to come up with stories in my head
to get me through the days and get me through my life

so yes, i think of you
sometimes
at times like this














I Know It’s Not Going To Happen

There are so many things that I think about
maybe that is one of my curses

I know some these things are not going to happen
but I can fantasize about it
every once in a while

because I am here
I have the time here to think about it
I can think about you, how you liked me
and I can think about how strong you were
and I can think that you could have been
a good challenge for me

that you would have put limits on me
that you would not have let me
do whatever I want
and maybe that would have been good for me

and I think about how mice it would be
just to hear that you still like me, even after a decade
and I know I should never have let your down
and I know I should never have
looked for someone else
well, for that I am still paying

and I do not know if you are married now
or if you ever got married and now you are divorced
I would like to think of it that way, you know

I suppose you could be single
but I assume that some woman
would have swept you away by now
and someone would have taken you away
from the rest of the women out there
including me














That Adorable Together

there are times when you feel
like the world is crashing all around you
until you get a glimmer of hope
and then you cling on to those glimmers of hope

and now that i live here and see the places
i used to frequent
i think of all the bad things that have happened to me
bad things here, bad things there

well, sometimes, when i think of the things
that could go wrong in life
i oddly enough still come to you in my head

i think of all the nice things you used to do for me
i think of the way you used to be so good to me

maybe at the time you didn’t know any better
and maybe at the time i didn’t know either

still looking back i think about
how cute you were and how nice you were

i wasn’t looking for the football player type
and you just happened to be that adorable
and i still knew that you were a good guy
and you were worth it
yes, i made you suffer, never meaning to

my friend andy in school called you mister superman
because he never saw you
and he knew you were a football player

i still have photos of you, ones i used to keep in my wallet
because i was not willing to let go of every image of you
well, not that fast, that is

you met me and ellen at a hotel in champaign illinois
i was able to use the excuse “i need to see the town
before i decide to go there for school” routine
it was just an opportunity to see you
and i don’t know if we were too
cutesy around each other
i don’t know if we were that adorable together

there are so many stories i could tell about you
about how smart you were, how strong you were
after all this passed time
it’s not necessary to tell these stories out loud again
i know these stories
and i want them remembered
and i want someone to share them with me














And It Was Fun

One thing that I thought was kind of cool
was that when my sister and her husband and
son came into town
the son, my nephew, he wanted to go swimming
even though it was night time
and you were not supposed to swim then

and I had not been in the pool
yet, at least not this week,
so I thought swimming at night would be
a good reason to actually go
swimming
so I did

and it was fun














And It’s Wide

my sister reminded me
that i could use the garden bath tub
and I never think about bath tubs
because I’m so tall
and I get cold in them
they are always too small, I never fit

but this one bath tub
it’s deep and it’s wide
for just a few minutes in the day
you close yourself off to the rest of the world

sometimes you just need someone around
to remind you of the good stuff
because sometimes the good stuff
is worth thinking about














better

I had all of the other useless dronings and the high school proms
I’ve always thought I was good enough
then someone would remind me that I might be wrong
because someone else would always come along and cover me
with their better hair, their better clothes, their pulitzer prizes
Wow
I must really need all that those people have
i must want that, I thought naturally

some people always had the better cars
with the nice red stripe down the side
or maybe better shoes or better clothes or a better date
doesn’t it just suck how people can be the biggest jerks in their
day to day life to people they don’t even know
isn’t it funny how these people are invariably the ones
who have the money from the parents or they marry people with money
and their life is spent in this plush heaven

And then there’s you or me, someone who has always tried to do well
and they never have enough money or they have right clothes
or the wrong kind of car
I guess some people just have a run of bad luck and there
is one kid who tries to make it all better but just can’t do it.

I don’t know, maybe it’s how you were raised that
will show what you look like, what you need, what you want
that makes all the difference
maybe that makes it better














But I Won’t

have you ever driven a truck before?
when you think of truck drivers you think
of people who live on the road driving semi trucks
you probably would just answer no

but the view is higher and you feel that
no one could hurt you
if they hit you with their car
they’ll get more damage than you will

how it handles the road
if you ever got a chance to drive one
just for a bit, well, do it then
so you can say you have

there are many things you want to accomplish
jumping our of an airplane might be an example
my philosophy is
if you get the chance to do something, do it
take that chance
because you don’t know how many chances you’ll get














But It Is Cute

very time I go to the lake I feed the fish
and yes, I make small pieces
so that the little fish have a chance
so that they have a chance
to be big fish and eat other fish

survival of the fittest, I suppose

every once in a while a big fish makes his move
he watches the little fish eat
then he moves quickly, tries to eat a little fish

every once in a while a little fish
in trying to escape ends up at the side of the lake
out of the water
flopping around
when I see that I think,
wait, and see if that little fish
flops his way back into the water
which he does

survival of the fittest, I suppose

you can call this divine intervention
that the little fish was smart enough
to get back into the water
maybe the fish was just flopping around
until it was able to breathe again
but it is cute
cruel, but cute














But You Know What I Mean

When we were sitting in the water
and the water was warm
and it was like being in a bath tub
well, a bath tub with chlorine
and a light at the side and it was not like
you could be naked in it or anything
but you know what I mean
but when we were sitting in the water
we were looking at the sky for a bit
it was hard because it was not dark enough
because it is always better when there are no
lights on and you are not
in a mayor city or anything
we were just talking about how much
we loved astronomy
and we loved to look at stars
and we know where they are supposed to be in the sky
the stars
and what about cloud formations
that are the galaxy we are in
there is so much to know about astronomy
and I think it is the science of it
that makes us love it so much
you know, my old telescope is in the house here
and I think this is all a
good excuse to get it outside
at night and eventually use it














Deal With That Over The Years

I know I am a tall girl
most men are shorter than me
I’ve had to learn to deal with that over the years
you’re not short
I wasn’t even looking at your height
even though you are just about as tall as me
I was too busy thinking that you were cute
too busy liking having a conversation with you
you flirted with me
when you talked to me,
it did not seem like flirting

and yes, I know I am a tall girl
but I never thought that you were too short
and I never thought you were not adorable
In fact, I thought that I liked you
and I thought maybe you liked me too
and no, I never thought about your height














don’t need the crutches

I can stand alone. I don’t need you
you think there’s more to it than that, but no, there isn’t
you have to do what you have to do, and you just
get it done

you have to remember that when actors and actresses
who do it on television, they and the directors have no
idea how to get it done.
this is the world and sometimes you have to survive
everything that is thrown in your direction.

it is important to understand that I don’t need the crutches
it is true, I don’t need you, and I can get along fine without you

three months later
do I feel any different
Should the world be now revolving at a different pace
was everyone just used to the change of the earth’s speed
when it changed? was everyone just used to the world
when it started to feel this way?

or is it just me, feeling the change,
is it just me, thinking that things are different

people go through life with a lack of emotion, feeling, thought
I have never been asked to function that way
I have never been able to just let life go by.

do you know these metaphors

Maybe life is storming away and if you happen to be in the path
life doesn’t know where it is going when it is just trying to leave
even if it never comes to get you, you have to be ready for that
potential problem, just in case. just in case it happens














Each Morning

it is like a contest, me and the sky
I stare out at the horizon until it gets up
and comes to embrace me
I feel it, I swear
I make believe it is my father
This is known as genetics
I go through this each morning
I think this each morning














Feel So Much

you just have to stop caring about things
Sometimes you have to draw a line
separate yourself from other people
you can care too much, others don’t care enough

to say that you don’t care any more
is killing a part of yourself
I’ve been doing that for years
am I dead yet
does it seem cruel to want to kill a part of yourself
maybe
but does it seem cruel to feel so much














First

I walked to the tight rope
who has that much will to live
one step could come
and they would be carried down.
I could tight rope
I see the tight rope walkers go
would they hold on to an extra rope
should they keep their arms free
would a man decide to play it safe and
just once hold on to a rope

would people like that
ever get to that place
I wonder why I’ll let get to
that point, right before that moment
when you think you’re going to fall.














Get To That Point

I see people lounging around
but I’m always thinking
and I’ve been trying to figure out how to stop that
it’s like, I wish there was just a switch
for your brain, so that
when you don’t want to think you could just
shut the brain off, or put it in “sleep mode”

I know what my limits are, I know them well
struggle with these limits all the time
I’ve learned what other people’s limits are, too
and they’re always different from mine
they’re different from my values

how do people get to that point
where they don’t care about their life any more
did they learn that too?

when I see someone in a car cut somebody else off
I think, how do they get to the point
where they think that it’s okay?

maybe I worry too much
maybe everyone else doesn’t worry enough
how do you make that line for yourself?

and that’s where my dilemma is
I don’t know how to get to that point














Getting Used To Something New

It is like, they let me take the golf cart to
drive around the park, and I am thinking,
Jeez, I have not been driving a car for months
so why are they giving me this cart?
And they tell me not to speed with the cart,
and I am thinking, I can not speed on the
seventy five mile per hour speedways when that is
the speed limit, that is when I am only going
seventy three miles per hour. I do not think
I would get in trouble if I broke
the break-neck speed of
ten miles per hour
in the golf cart

It is just a theory

I guess it is just a matter of
getting used to something new

It has been years
since I was in the park
in Florida and I had to drive a golf cart

Maybe it is just a matter of getting used
used to something new.














Given A Warning Early On

this is a warning: the operation can continue
but the files you are trying to save
should not be recovered on the same disk
because you may not access other files

what you want to save may write over
something you’ll want in the future

i can’t see any of my files
and I can’t solve any of my problems
and I don’t know what my choices are

I wish instructions for life were on note cards
like a computer program you’ve never used

the decisions you’d have to make
wouldn’t seem so daunting
when you’re given a warning early on














Going To A Rock Concert

Okay, I’m an old lady
but I went to a concert last night
and I was dying to get out of the house
and yes, I wanted to be in
a new and different place

and everyone that was there
was ten to twenty years younger than me
unless of course, they were going with a parent
and when David Gahan would turn around on stage
all the girls would scream
and that’s when I realized how old I was

was I that way when I was ten years younger?
Do I want to see this guy’s butt?
maybe I don’t
performers like that make moves like that
to make all the little girls scream

what were the little girls were thinking
seeing the stars of their dreams
that they bought tickets to see
with money they didn’t earn
maybe that this time things could be different
they would get a chance to meet the stars
they would become a famous singer too

well, maybe a famous groupie
that’s probably a more appropriate guess

I thought these people are really being silly
was this what I was supposed to think














Good Things Have Happened to Me Too

I’ve wanted to baul my eyes out
but I don’t think I have the emotion in me any longer.

My point is that the bad stuff is there,
you can’t get rid of the bad stuff
try to deal with it with a good attitude
or have a temper-tantrum
or take all the bad stuff for as long as you can

how do you deal with that pain
bauling your eyes out can help
but the problem will not get
easier because you cry

there has to be some way
to make yourself just blink
then forget the bad stuff
People for the most part have been
able to do that most of their lives

So I guess the burning question
is to figure out how to make the bad stuff go away
no one has come up with a way to figure out that

If anyone has an idea, let me know. Thanks.














Have You Ever Had

Have you ever had a bug sandwich before?
I’m sure that your answer is probably no,
even though there have probably been a few
bugs in your fast food sandwiches you bought

I know when you’re in army training in the
United states you have to be prepared for
doing things like eating bugs, so I know that
some people have emotionally or mentally
prepared for eating bugs in a sandwich

That doesn’t mean that anyone wants to buy
one, and that doesn’t mean that anyone likes the idea
So one Christmas
a friend of mine gave me a bug sandwich

Only because she thought I had quote unquote
everything, but I probably didn’t have a bug sandwich

So it wasn’t technically a real sandwich
it had three plastic bugs inside fake slices of bread

So... If you’re ever wondering what to get someone,
go to a trick shop, get then a bug sandwich
In a strange way, I’m they may like it














Here’s your chance

Am I the only person
who thinks about all the unanswered questions
and am I the only one that thinks everyone is in trouble
and no one tries to make it better
am I the only one that thinks that way
I don’t want to be the only one, you know

I just have to take all the crap dished out to me
all the time, and when I wat to let my anger out
no one wants to listen to me

I kept my life a secret for so many years
I have to let out my emotions and disgust with everything
that is so wrong
and no one takes the time to be there for me

They’d rather bitch back instead of
attempt to make any attempts to help
I should get used to it
that’s what the world does
everyone would rather kick me when I’m down
well, I’m down now
this is your chance
go nuts

I have been told all of my life
that I should talk more
and I should get over my problems and that
things will get better when I least expect it

Well, things aren’t better, things are getting worse
no one can help me through this pain or this anger
and no one will let me make my life better
I’m supposed to make a difference and I’m also not
allowed to change a god-damned thing
then this is your chance
and you can do with me what you will

Nobody knows how to live a life nowadays














how I imagine you

walking on the power line
like those success posters

I’ve seen you like that before
I’ve thought you were worth
all of that and more

is that silly of me
do I dream too much

do I imagine you
as something better than you are














How many times I’ve done it

I wonder how long I’ve been like this
I wonder how long I’ve been forgetting things
I wonder how many time I’ve gone thought this
I wonder how many times has it happened in my head
I wonder how I’ve had to put all the pieces back together
I wonder how many times I’ve done it

I wonder how crazy I’d sound to always ask for help
if someone else will put the pieces together for me
maybe then someone would know
what I go through
and what I think
and maybe people would start to think differently of me
and maybe then people wouldn’t think
i was something better














I’d Laugh More

what will make me smile
what will suspend my beliefs
what will make me laugh
what will make me think of nothing

what will give me a reason to laugh
I’ve been looking for anything

maybe I should just let good things happen
maybe I shouldn’t get so worried
maybe then I’d laugh more














Keep Yourself Occupied

I start drinking water more now
because it’s supposed to be good for you
because it’s the healthy thing to do
it stops me from eating more

it’s just easier when you have nothing to do
and you instinctively turn to food to
occupy your fingers and your spare time

I drink water more than I did before. Yes.
it just seems to be one of the better choices
out of so many other options of things to
do to keep yourself occupied














Kill Yourself

what if you thought I can hang myself or
I can take some pills or I can shoot myself
in the head or I can just lay there and wait for a car
to run me over
would you be able to get to that point
where you thought it was an option
that you’d rather be dead than alive
even if the family has to prepare your belongings
even if everyone who cared about you has to mourn you
how do you get to that point to want your life stop

how do you think of someone who killed themselves
do you think, oh, they were nice,
they cared, I miss them, they killed themselves
will you ever be able to think of them the same way again
would their death be tainted to you by their suicide
how did they get to that point, you ask yourself
how did they get to that point














Make Things Better

I don’t know where the answers are supposed to be
I know it sounds trite to say that, but...
there it goes
that woman that’s always suppsed to say something
of value is once again coming to a stumbling block

I do have some ideas but don’t think that anyone
wants to hear them, so, I’ll can only offer insight

you can be the one that is expected to give bad news
maybe you need help in dealing with this,
maybe just need to be held
because you don’t know what else to do
you don’t understand what they feel
and they don’t underst and what you feel

we can’t know everything about
and understand at the snap of our fingers
But other peope have pain too
maybe their pain could be completely different
we just have to remember that people hurt
maybe they’ll appreciate the effort you make
to try to make things better














Make Us Laugh

    do you remember
    when we stayed at the hotel
    and you took a picture
    of me while I was jumping on the bed
    you gave me one of the pictures
    I’m sure you still have one of those too

remember when we’d go to a bar
and pick a drink, which I liked
to call “the drink of choice”
and we’d order the same drink
but just because we had a different
kind of drink it made us laugh
it gave us something to
talk about

    there are certain people
    that you can treat like a family friend
    you might know them well,
    but sometimes you can’t feel
    comfortable in front of them

that’s what most of my friendships are like

but with you, I can say something stupid
that I thought was silly
and I know every time that it will make you laugh

    do you remember when
    a bunch of us had nothing to do
    and somebody heard one of us
    mention a friend
    and that one of us said,
    “oh, he’s about as much fun as an...”
    well, he said something, but you know
    what he said,
    and we had a good laugh
    over that comment
    now we have to say that line
    and it keeps us laughing and laughing.

remember when you and Doug were waiting
in the line of the cash station
a cop got in line right behind you,
and doug said, “Maybe the cop wants cash”
I think you almost fell over laughing
when he said that

    there are a ton of stories like that
    we had a knack of making stupid jokes
    and laughing and laughing about them

even if it’s just the two of us
if we decide to go into the occasion
with the right attitude
we can say
whatever we want and laugh about it

    we just have to make sure
    that we go into the festival with the right attitude

Does that mean I’m supposed to have the right
attitude with you?
well, I’m just me
and you’re just you
and that seems to work out
just fine with us

    thanks for listening
    And for talking
    And
    remember to keep me laughing.
    because I like that. thanks.














Making Sense Out Of The Insane

I have needed things, people call mere wants
to me they are the same thing
take the good with the bad
see the silver lining for every cloud

I can’t see the silver lining
I see the dripping blood from poorly cut wounds
they haven’t healed, I tell you

that’s modern life, there is no happy ending
look and look, but you can’t find it

making sense out of the insane is pointless
the insane starts to make sense
bottle up all the hate to understand

change all the goals in life
change them all
after a while that has an effect on you
after a while you start to feel like a prisoner
with the life kicked out of you
by a bunch of other prisoners
while the guards are paid to look away
it’s funny how the prisoners get the coin
to pay all the good guys off

When you start to see that
And when you start to feel like that
the line between sanity and insanity is blurred














Men Are Dogs Is True

It was nice that you made the effort
for such a short term
if I didn’t know any better
I would have fallen for it

I know people do not mean what they say
and they don’t think
and they say what they have to
so they can get what they want

I guess the theory that men are dogs is true














My Height Any Longer

that iss what I hate the most about being a girl
I won’t make this an essay about how men look at women’s hooters first
and how men think women are stupid because, well, they’re girls

well, I’m smarter than you
that much I’m aware of
whether or not you choose to believe it

what bothers me is that I’m female
and I’m almost five feet eleven inches tall
well, I’ve been told more than once from men that I can’t be that tall
because they are five foot ten and I can’t be taller than them

that’s another problem altogether
trying to prove to men that you’re taller than them

but I usually say
“well, I’m wearing flat shoes now and my eyes are clearing your head altogether
so either you aren’t five foot ten, or you doctor told you that
you were that tall because they assume that men
have to be tall and women have to be shorter
so it has to be one of the other. either you’re not that tall
or your doctor was a liar. which is it?

they don’t like that answer either

oh well

so I’m taller. just find me a tall man
and let’s not talk about my height any longer














prepared for the worst

I was fully prepared for the worst when I thought
it was going to happen. I had to be the strong one,
I had to show everyone that they could count on me.
the thought had never crossed my mind.

but I never thought about someone close to me
dying, someone I just thought would always be
around, someone that would live to their old age.

I planned on sticking around. before. I proved myself
to all the doctors and the nurses and all the technicians,
and even the cardiologists. they don’t remember me now,
why would they remember me, it’s just me.

I fully prepared myself for the bad news with you, I was
wondering if I would even get the chance to see
the corpse, depending on our timing and when we
got to the hospital. I’m usually not at the hospital while

death is happening. But I knew I’d have to clean up for this
and I’d have to be ready for this and this was something
I might have to be prepared for, in case it happened.
people who never learned how to stop drinking, did they

never learn how to solve their own problems or did they
never wanted to deal with a problem and preferred escapism
How do you prepare yourself for all this? I’m used to
women falling apart at the seams. Is that something

that makes men and women different, or is that
something men and women just learn with time?
I was busy preparing myself for the worst, so I
wouldn’t fall apart when the bad news came

am I supposed to be the strong one and take it all
and be prepared for it? I made this decision
that this was something I had to do and I was
going to have to deal with death personally, maybe

today, maybe later
I got there and there was no bad news, no one was
dead or dying, and everything was normal.
normal in a hospital as far as I can tell. I’m not an

expect on normalcy in hospitals. I’m not an expert
on these things. I visited people and talked a little in the
hospital, and everyone wanted me to talk to prove
to everyone they knew me, well, they wanted me to

talk to prove that I was normal and I was fine.
“And this could happen to you,” I said, “And you have to
want to be better and you have to make yourself better.”
I didn’t know what else I was supposed to say.

I still haven’t entirely dealt with what that day could
have been like if it was someone else’s last day. But I
prepared myself for it. somehow, I was temporarily
prepared, to at least help others. just in case.














Pressure On Me Again

Man, you put a lot of pressure on me
I’m so sick of not being in control of everything
I’m tired of defining how everything goes

I define my own life
how do I make all the changes
I’m all alone on this one
and have to do these things myself

I have to define my own life
I need to take a magic marker
a big black bold marker
and create the path that defines who I am

I need to make my own choices
and color them in
and make sure that I don’t go past the lines
so it looks like I did a bad job
because no one can put that pressure on me again














Rhode Island Is Neither A Road Nor An Island

”give me a second, I’m almost done
with this silly game”

you can capitalize anything you want
but I can tell you to “capitalize this baby”
just to be mean, just to be cruel

there’s a reason why I don’t write poetry
and a reason for why I don’t live in Rhode Island
and why I’m mean, and cruel and unjust

it has something to do with capitalizing
people have always been capitalizing on me
and I’m getting tired of being there for everyone














Say It In The First Place

I’ve been told a lot of things about myself
good things, same bad
when a stranger tells you every day
you’re beautiful, don’t you think
a line is being crossed? Why are you telling
me this? Do I even know you?
Do you ignore them?
Do you hope it will go away?
Maybe you should just
compliment them back, maybe then they’ll
realize how silly it was to even
say it in the first place.














Seasons 1998

the entity of Earth lives
attacked by its denizens
Spring follows winter

Winter fire burns bright
Warmth flows over my brick hearth
Summer fire is shunned

Grandchildren bring joy,
vigor, love, fun, liveliness
With age comes calm, peace, knowledge

Soft loose wrinkled skin,
white coarse bristly chin whiskers
mark the wise woman

Limbs etched against sky,
full white clouds gathered in close
foretell winter’s snow














Slow Painful Death

it is funny how hindsight is twenty twenty

but you were are liar
and still are one
I was not immune to your violence
you gave me good memories
they are clouded by your anger
rage, insolence, and idiocy

I can not do it this time
I have to write about things that matter to me
I could write about how I
want you to go through a
slow painful death

but you know I think that
and I do not need to go into that at length














Someone Give Me the Answers

I don’t think I can respect people
can anyone give me the answers
I’ve been looking and looking
none of the solutions are coming to me
have I been taught to be so different
from the rest of the world
maybe I don’t know where to begin.
no one can help me through this

my dictionary is older than my schooling
my encyclopedia set is older than I am

I’ve been looking for answers to what
I thought were simple questions and the
people who are supposed to be smart
never have the answers

I don’t know what my excuses or reasons are
but no one has a reason for
the majority of the actions they have

I can’t even finish a sentence with people
and I’m expecting finished sentences and sense
and answers from all of the people I’ve already
lost so much faith in

when I regained consciousness,
I was given the same meal three times a day
I was physically strapped to my bed
the answers haven’t come to me for quite a while
not since my hospital visits
or my school days
or my friendships

someone give me the answers
I don’t know where the answers are
I’ll try to find the answers one day
and if anyone can help me, let me know














Sometimes It’s Not

there are some things that you can’t avoid
and some things you can put off as long as possible
there are some things you want to run to
and do everything you can to not let go of those things

sometimes that’s enough
sometimes it’s not

sometimes I wish I could
turn back the hands of time
but maybe I might still think
that I could live forever then

we have our hope and our dreams
and usually we don’t think about them
and we try to avoid them

but all those thoughts, well,
they still find a way to manage their way
back into you life like that














Supposed To Be Done

I was ten when they buried you

At twenty-eight, I tried to die

At twenty-eight, I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you

I thought even the bones would do

isn’t that how it’s
supposed to be done?














That I Get

I’ve learned how to deal with the good and the bad
I’ve learned how to deal with what I get
no, I don’t know that this is good
I just have to learn how to take it all in stride
I’ve learned how to deal with everything that I get

yes, I can still dream that you are by my side
and I can dream that there will be a happy ending for me
yes, I suppose I can dream

people keep telling me
that it could be worse, that I’m a lucky girl
and no one can really know
what it is like to wear my shoes
but they try to tell me anyway

I always have to rearrange my plans and ideas
well, at least on the surface I do
maybe this way I’ll be able to keep dreaming
this way the days don’t seem so long














The Answers

sometimes you kick and you scream for information
and no one will give you any help and you’ll have
no place to turn

that’s what the world is like, you know

just in case you hadn’t figured it out
in case














A Lifetime Together

we were supposed to spend a lifetime together
that’s what we talked about

we were supposed to be happy together
we were supposed to travel for our honeymoon
well, you mentioned the place, i said
i wanted to go there for my honeymoon
and you agreed

i can think about all the things you said to me
and i can think about all the lies you told me
they’re all beginning to run into one another, you know

i can think about how we would act like a couple
when we were playing pool at the local bar
i think of how we didn’t look like tourists

when in a way we were

you got me next to nothing for my birthday that year
well i was there, you had to get me something, you thought

i can think about the flowers you were supposed to get me
how it would have been good to be able to tell my friends
that i’m seeing someone
so they wouldn’t think i’d be alone all my life

i can think about how you would shower me with attention
or how you’d tell people about me
she’s a great girl, you’d say

i’m sure that’s what you’d say

when i was craving someone to care
i wanted you to care
and you let me down

i wanted to feel your hand touch my face
i wanted to get a sign from you

any sign

all I got from you, well, was nothing
i didn’t even get a sign

so happy valentine’s day, i think
when i think of all the people
who said they cared but didn’t

that’s all i think of














A While

It’s been a while
since we stopped going out
and I’m sure you’re still having one night stands
and I’m sure you don’t think about me

this I’m sure of

And you can tell me that
you’ve thought of me
and I don’t care to hear your excuses anymore

I thought when someone said they cared
they meant it
and feelings like that
aren’t supposed to change at the drop of a hat

when does it occur to the average man
that there is in fact no feeling there
that maybe there never was feeling there

maybe you don’t get to that last part
you just think, okay, I don’t like this
I’m going to have to end this, maybe she won’t get hurt

Well, in case no one ever told you
women do get hurt

even the strong ones














Know Any Better

It’s really easy for me to say
that I didn’t care about you
that I knew all along that you lied to me

so whether or not I feel that way
is irrelevant right now
because I’m supposed to be over you
because I’m supposed to not care

my anger for the lies you told me
that hasn’t gone away, and probably won’t














A Select Few Things

if you wanted me to think of ways, I could do that
actually, I could think of a variety of ways
but I think you are ready to only think about
a few of them
if you’re thinking about me,
well then, think whatever you want
I’ve wanted to feel you kissing me
I’ve wanted to have your lips on me
I’ve wanted so much out of life

there are a lot of things I want
but right now I can only think of a few things

a select few things

I’ve wanted to know that you are
willing to give me that
that you feel it in the same way I do

there’s only so much teasing a girl can take

and I’m not going to tease you about this
and I’m not going to make any promises
that I don’t promise to keep

because everything I say is a promise to you

it’s a promise to my life
it’s a promise to the future
it’s a promise to love

you better believe in the same things that I believe in
because I don’t like getting my hopes up for nothing
So prove me wrong














Called Me Twice

there are certain rules people follow

and they claim to have no beliefs
of a given subject
but they choose not to think about
their beliefs
they choose not to think

but I know what people
think when they think of me

and I know that this one
person says he’s concerned
but my phone isn’t ringing
and yes, he called me once
since I’ve been trapped
in this cage

he hasn’t called me twice














In The Room

that sounds like such an unhappy message
on your answering machine
maybe i’m reading too much into this
maybe you’re unhappy with her
I wonder what you’re like when you are happy
when you’re interested in talking
and you want to smile more
and live more
I want to know you when you’re like that
maybe you act that way with me














It’s Only The Tip

there are too many things that I want to say,
but after all these years I’ve forgotten how to speak

I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel
but I’ve always been afraid to do that
and I’ve always been afraid of looking like a fool

looking like a fool? well, I mean,
having ideas that others don’t agree with

you know what I mean

I haven’t been able to tell you everything
and now I’m afraid that it’s too late
too late for me
and now I’m going to have to live with the knowledge
of what I know

and I’ll have no one to share that knowledge with

I want someone to share that knowledge with me
I want someone to spend their life with me

I know I should have wanted that before
but I’m telling you, at least I’m trying to tell you now

and I’m still afraid to tell all this to you
and this is only the tip of the ice berg
it’s only the tip














Learn To Do That Too

Maybe there isn’t much of a chance for us
but other people get to think about these things
other people get to have hopes
other people can function that way
so maybe I can learn

well, you’re a cute guy, you know
and you’ve been judged on that before
I know that’s happened to me too

and maybe you’re something
to pass the time with to me
and maybe I like the attention you give me
maybe I need that, you know

I know we don’t have a lot in common
I know that on many things we disagree
I know that you’d find a lot of my beliefs
well, infuriating

well, maybe you still do

maybe you’ve been able to shut all that off
and like me anyway
maybe that’s what people do
maybe I can learn to do that too Afraid of Telling The Truth do I think about him too much
or should I at all

who do I get my nightmares from?
are the problems from the nightmare people
that should have given me that pain
or do my nightmares come from you

are you the one that gave me that pain
without trying

maybe you were trying
maybe you weren’t

I’ve turned off most of my hopes
I can be afraid of telling the truth
if anyone that can handle it, can quote unquote
“handle it,” well then, it would be me.

it’s irrelevant that I want you
and need you
and play along
because you should take all of my troubles away

I’ll scare you away, I’ll scare you away if I
tell you the truth














Crazy Women Talking: This Much I’ve Learned

I’m beginning to think
the guy-side of me is supposed to make all the decisions
knows what is right and isn’t

People look at men
differently
than they do women

This much I’ve learned

So maybe if I told you what went through my head
and I said it like I was a guy, maybe it wouldn’t be
so bad then

maybe you could handle the news then

Maybe I could tell you there’s this girl I know
and she can’t be strong all the time
and she doesn’t know how to speak sometimes

I could tell you she needs attention
she needs to be helped
but the punch line:
she doesn’t need it from just anyone
she needs that from you

Maybe she wants to cry
but who to anymore?
she has no one
she needs someone
she needs that someone to be you

I could say
some of this doesn’t make sense
some of it just sounds like a crazy woman talking
but sometimes that’s what women are

But crazy or not, man
crazy or not, is it worth it to deal with it?

That’s what I would
That’s what I would0as a man
have to ask you

Isn’t it worth it sometimes?

after I get all of this out,
I could stop acting like a guy
and just be a girl

you would listen
and you would know what to do for me
and maybe then you could
be the guy and take control
and make a decision
so that I don’t have to make all the decisions
because I want you to make some decisions too














Creatures Can Live In Words

okay, it’s one thing to say that whales are not smarter than humans
because they can’t build buildings
and if you want to think of it on just those levels
you have every right
all people can think when you say that is
that whales don’t have opposable thumbs
and they live in water
which makes the construction of building a little difficult
we forget to think that creatures can live in words
or worlds that are different from our own














Frisbee By The Lake

they’re playing with a frisbee by Lake Michigan
this is new to them
the frisbee wobbles when it goes through the air

oh wait, it’s not a frisbee,
it’s an “ultimate disk”
those differences matter to some

I can hear the cars on the expressway
when you live here, you don’t think about the cars
they’re just a background noise

they now sound like a symphony, and it’s music to my ears
there are things that I don’t hate all the time
I have to learn to hate less

Maybe I do like the beach Boys
and maybe I can practice at frisbee
I know, I know, it’s ultimate, not frisbee

maybe the Water Tower ain’t so bad after all
and Navy Pier, I can deal with that too
Give it time
And maybe














I Want More Than That

I am tired of the one night stands
I want something more
you gave me that
and now I want more than that
When what you give me means nothing
I wanted more than bland sex
can you give me that
was I barking up the wrong tree
Because who can do that for me
I was hoping that you could be that someone














Is it just me

I remember how you used to pay attention to me
and how you’d do nice things and wouldn’t forget to call me
or how you wouldn’t forget what was important to me
Is it just me
or do you do this to others too
do other people get used to it, just assume you’ll forget them
Is it just me
or are you on time with other people
or are you ignoring me
Is it just me
is there anything you can do to help yourself
because I lost hope for you a while ago

I haven’t lost hope, but I’m getting close














Makes Me Love To Hate You More

I want so much, I want it ugently
they say I’m worth it, you’d want me too
you’d be a fool not to

the way I’m saying these things
it makes perfect sense to me
should I spell it out for you
I’m tired of spelling everything out

I am an inpatient little wench
do you think that when I am angry
but still, will my love for you will fade

that is my punishment for what I have been through
my track record I have to value the people around me
you have to know that I care

maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder
maybe it doesn’t
maybe it makes me love to hate you more
maybe my love for you will stay the same














Maybe That Is Enough

Sometimes things work out according to plan
And sometimes the plan is not exactly what you had in mind
But sometimes you can at least be happy with the plan

And I talked to you today
And I think neither one of us have plans for tonight
And there is a chance your mom will be in town for the holiday

And maybe that means I don’t get to see you for the holiday
I still have to keep reminding myself
There is a chance
I mean something to you
And maybe that is enough














Maybe You Can

1

and there was so much that I wanted to live
and there was more that I wanted to live with you
I’ve been angry, hurt, confused
I’ve even been smart, smarter than people like to admit
I’ve wanted someone to take charge of life
even though I am strong, even though my head is on my shoulders
we women could use that help every once in a wile

I feel like I’ve lived a hard enough life, in some
respects, and I think it’s my turn to enjoy life
for once, why can’t that happen for me?


2

I’ve gotten good over the years at being a good
liar when I have to be. And no one has to know
when I’m telling the truth.


3

It’s good to know you were worried about me
at least I had that effect on you, at least
I still have power
but I know you’re still with her and I know you’ve
been with other women and I know that you
probably haven’t thought about me
much

I’m sure you weren’t planning to save money and
get a job and well, support me for the rest of
our lives
I didn’t expect that of you and you know,
I didn’t expect that of anyone, for that matter

no, I haven’t expected any answers, even,
I haven’t expected that for years.
But now I want a change
I want someone to know that
I want someone to do something about it
and I don’t think that will come from you














mean to me

i ain’t got no money
and nothing’s for free

how many times are you
going to pull on me

what do you have to give me
what do you expect of me

when I’ve got nothing
what are you supposed
to mean to me














my life changing

When he wanted something
wanted something from her
and he always asked her

and you know now, now that I
think about it, he never knew to ask
and he never knew how to want
and she never knew how to answer
and this was their little world

and this was how they argued
and she was always right
and she always wanted to argue














My Turn

I want to get married, have I mentioned that before
I could have been married for years now
One person asked for my hand in marriage.
I even got a ring out of the proposal, I still have that ring
my excuse was the ring was also a Christmas gift
But I can’t imagine anyone with any value
wanting to share their life with me too
It would be nice to have the ceremony,
and the flowers at the aisles, and the bride and
the bridesmaids could carry flowers too
and the men would have corsages, too
I wonder if they would have to pin their own
flowers on their tuxedos or if someone
would have to help them and do it for them
I don’t know enough about marriages so I have to ask
maybe I’d have something written, said during the wedding
the musician wouldn’t play any music
I wouldn’t want on my wedding
I’d have to plan that out when I actually
have the hope of getting married, I guess

my father is arguing about an insurance bill
with someone over the phone now
this is what I’m reduced to

I’m wondering when it’s going to be my turn
I’m wondering when the bad news for me if going to stop
I’m wondering if there’s any chance I won’t always be
alone

I’m wondering if there’s anyone out there for me
When does it become my turn














Needy Person

would you know what I wanted to say
you would have treated me differently

I love you
I’m not joking
I wanted to spend my life with you
I wanted you to want that, too.
I’ve wanted to have that life with you
and I’ve never wanted to tell you that
I’ve wanted you to just know
Maybe you’re just used to not thinking about this

you’re tall,
have blonde hair
blue eyes.
you’re not perfect
neither am I
I’ve been able to get past all that with you
are you capable of doing that for me

I’m a needy person sometimes
and you never notice that I need

maybe I work like a giant
and am good at what I do

but maybe sometimes I can’t do it alone
that’s what I need you for














Not For Me Yet

There are so many things I must remember
things about you

do I remember things a certain way
do I see them the way everyone does

I come with certain ideas, hopes, fears

You started to rub my back today
before a long drive home
I said it out loud
I didn’t want this to end
I was enjoying this too much

I wanted you near me
how should ask for that
I didn’t want to tell you not to go

and nothing was resolved, not for me yet

you’ll always look at life differently
this I know
but I can hope things are different
I can














Suspend My Beliefs

I want someone to tell me
everything is okay
they are going to be there for me
they can take care of me
and love me
and they would know what love is
real love, lifetime love

just hearing someone say that all
and mean it
would be enough

I’d be able to suspend my beliefs for a moment

what should I make out of this world that
doesn’t make sense
what should I make out of it

I can hope, I suppose
this whole belief thing
in things you have no proof of
really doesn’t get you anywhere

So what do I want
I want someone to let me not think for a while

someone to come along
excite me, make me feel alive, safe

I’ve wanted you to be a part of my life
for so many years now
I’ve wanted it for so long, never telling you
maybe I wouldn’t feel so lonely for you
and maybe I wouldn’t want so much more from you














Telling What you Want And Hearing What You Want

learn how to deal with other people
and talk to other people

some of the rules seem obvious
but some of them take getting used to

tell a man how to talk to a woman
reading war and peace could be easier

there needs to be a handy guide
to tell you how to deal with others

when someone wants to hear something
is it that hard to tell them what they want?

or is it that traumatic for you to speak
or are you just too scared














The Same For You

I have learned things, and wanted things
and I never get what I want
I’m used to that now

maybe my standards
are different from the average

I won’t get married when I want to
at the rate I am going
I may never

I have been told you are a lucky guy
because you get the chance
to hold me and give me attention
and all that other gushy stuff

but you haven’t takeen that chance
that is something I have learned too

you kissed me last night
we made the comical references
of having sex for hours
and we knew we were both
saying it in jest
and nothing ever happened

is that how it is?
well, then, I can deal with that, too

***

I want you to fill in the pieces
and make everything better for me
I want to make all of your problems
go away for you

***

it was
maybe the accident
maybe the lack of a car
maybe the desperate need for attention
from you

I wanted to be held
And you held me more
and hugged me more
was I reading into things
or were you actually thinking of me

there are only so many times
where I got nothing from you

I ask too many questions to you sometimes
because I have to get used to that, you know














Want That Too You Know

I have this tendency to notice the details

I’ve noticed when you speakin passing
well, I noticed the double meaning
and maybe you weren’t trying to
give a double meaning
maybe I’m just too aware

maybe I want something to work
we women want that too, you know














well, someone is

what is too much
what is not enough

I’ve been thinking about that
really, about you
and how much thinking is too much
and how much is not nearly enough
where do you draw that line

I should be thinking that you don’t want me
I can be used to you not caring

did you change your mind
or lie to me
though I don’t like either option

will we have a happy life together
we were supposed to get married
remember us talking about it?
I’m sure you don’t remember.
I do. I remember

But now you don’t
I’m beginning to understand, to feel it
are you trying to make me feel this way
well, someone is














Well, What About Me

How can I say goodbye to you
when you don’t even know I was looking for you
you weren’t even listening

I’ve just wanted to be alive

if I died
they’d cry for a few days and
then they would get
used to the fact that I was gone

yes, I’ve thought too much
I am a perfectionist
and a bitch

you want to make everything better for everyone
keep everyone to be happy, do everything
appease everyone

but what about me?

if I had planned on spending my life with you
would you change

I’m trying to learn
that the beacon isn’t going to
be you anymore, either
I have to draw the time somewhere
I’m tired of giving all the time
and getting nothing in return














Which I Like

You know I know that you think about me
because I think, and I know you think

and I think about these things

And you know you’re the only person
around here I feel comfortable
talking to, because you listen, you
listen to my ideas, and you talk to me

And you know, I know no one wants
to think, and people would rather
settle for brainless activity

I know this.

Does it mean there’s a reason that
we’re together
I don’t know
I know that
my reason to exist is to make people think
And, as for you, well, it works, which I like














Wrong Attention

andoI’m tired of being alone so much
and I’m tired of missing you
and I’m tired of wanting a future with you
and I’m tired of wanting you around me

sometimes I think when I’m about to sleep
that the extra pillow could be you

as I said, maybe I’m just dying for attention
as I said,omaybe I’ve been looking for
as I said, maybe I’m justothe wrong attention














you will

pieces of the puzzle:
i know how they fit

i’ve had to do this
puzzle thing for years
and I’m good at it

i make you whole

i know it won’t take long
as i said, i’m good at this

you’ll feel good
about it when it’s done

you don’t think
you will, but you will














Bad And Good

I just heard about an
unwarranted arrest for a
man who was technically a
couple of arrests in debt

One thing occurred to me
there are bad people in
the world, and good people
and some people deserve pain

So why have I been
better than good all my life?
I hope someone who is bad
can give me the answer soon














know how the truth is

how many times do you fight the same battles
and lose your battles against the world
how many times will you still fight
knowing no one will listen
all of your efforts will be to no good
no one will notice or care or even act interested
let’s not fool ourselves, say it like it is
don’t get our hopes up over all that goes wrong
we all know how the truth is
each time we try to get anywhere in life
when you try to accomplish things you never thought possible
when you try and try and try
someone tries and usually succeeds at kicking you in the teeth
making you feel hopeless

sometimes I’m not the best with words
but maybe I’ve said enough
without saying any more than I have to














short-term advice

why do people take sides on politics,
when no politicians seem to
do anything for their country
the politicians are usually crooks, or cheaters
better political leaders manage to hide their “bad” side
they have a bunch of people paid to write their speeches
so they don’t ever have to save face
I need to learn how to save face for what I do wrong
politicians use the same lines over and over again
until people forget that the news
isn’t even telling them about the problem
How do you find someone honest
when you’re used to cheaters and liars
don’t look in politics, that’s the best short-
term advice I can even give you














The Truth and Liars

I have been told so few truths in my life
I trust the average person less and less.

some things call for straight-out honesty
seldom do I voice my opinion
speak out in opposition
have my own voice

I am out of one hospital
and want to get out of a second one
one by liars and people who deceive for a living

The truth-tellers are very, very difficult to find
when you give a little power to a liar
you’ll be faced with a lifetime of fighting
and failures
when you’re a person faced with liars
the battle to win is almost impossible

an average person who tried to earn my trust
would not succeed,
coming from someone who
knows the truth, someone who thinks

people have been in constant pain
and there is seen no real attempts done
by anyone to help

I have cried for so many people
that I can’t even tell you
how many tears have been shed over me

Right now I hear the chatter of 2
waitresses at the front of this office
the world deserves more than mindless chatter
I’ve taught myself how to stop arguing
to stop being unpleasant
to stop making waves
fit in with those simple rules,
and you can be forgotten as soon as you’re dead
it’s not easy to give people what they want
sell yourself and your beliefs short.
Get ready for it. It will happen in time. Brace yourself.














A Least That’s What I Hear

There are so many things I hve tried to do with my life
and things that I’ve wanted
     and are so many things that I took care of myself

can I even get close to any of one the things I want

I don’t know if I can touch them
I don’t know if I can make
everything better I don’t know if something is
    supposed to come along and save the day

There are any disappointments in my life
it’s easy to get disappointed about things
when you think about them too much

you can just try to ignore all the bad stuff
or just try to change your whole way of thinking
or you can just try to be okay with all the bad stuff happening
and maybe you can be okay
with just having a little
and just being alone

all I have to say
is that the last option there isn’t an easy one
but it might save you at the bottom line

at least that’s what I hear














driving car into ditch

sometimes it just makes
more sense

i mean
do things make more sense to everyone else
can people see the sense in anything?

maybe I shouldn’t
turn the wheel of my car
maybe I should aim for the side of the road

maybe it could be a
quick and painless death that way
maybe it could














Hasn’t Happened Yet

I think there’s so much about me that’s ugly

and people can tell me otherwise
people can give me compliments

and it is never enough
it’s never what i want to hear

it would be nice if the right someone
came along and told me everything
I needed to hear

but that hasn’t happened yet

people keep trying to make me feel better
they talk about the sunrises and the
stars in the sky and the babbling book
when I look right over my shoulder
to see the beauty in things
well, I never get to the beauty part

I never get there

so no, I don’t know what the answers are
and I don’t know how to make things better for me
things haven’t gotten better yet
and I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do














Like My Motto

It is so easy to hope for things

It is easy, I guess, when you’ve got nothing
to hope for something

because it is nice to think
that there is someone out there for you
and you will have a happy ending

I know women who think that
it would be nice if there was a nice rich guy
that would come along
and sweep them off their feet
and then for the rest of their lives
they could eat bon bons
and watch movies on their television
and they could decide where their adopted child
will go for private school

I never said I thought that way
but I know that ideology exists

And at times I just get tired of fighting it
I figure that no one is listening to me and
I figure that this whole hope thing
is over, well,
overdone
Over-rated
Overly confusing

Over-something

So I’m wondering that if
I’m getting tired of fighting it, well,
why am I even fighting any of this?
Everyone has been stepping all over me,
so why don’t I just get used to
the whole cycle

Stop fighting
Get used to it
These are the words
I have to keep telling myself
until they are like my motto














We All Want That

people don’t think about killing themselves
I mean, not as a real option
when things get tough, when you get the bad
breaks, well, they get better
eventually they do

no one wants to think about the bad stuff
everyone wants to see the light at the end of the tunnel
no one wants to think that bad things can happen to them

it’s like they think they are invincible or something

but sometimes things don’t work out that way

no, you don’t want to think about the bad stuff
you want to think about the things that are supposed to
make life grand for you

we all want that, don’t we














A New Idea Pretty Quick

what does everyone say
about the world anymore
they probably think the world
is just about as useless
as that great soap opera
they watch on television
every day

Take that scoop of
information into your own
head if you like it, and mold it
into your own opinion
of the world and come
up wit a better idea pretty quick














and flowers and funerals

my head didn’t hurt all the time before
there are supposed to be grand kids, and meals
and flowers and funerals

that can’t be more than I’d forget.

My life used to make sense
then I’d see something else.
I wonder how my grandfather was -
I wonder how my grandfather lived.
I can’t imagine his life in the past -

Hope I’ll explain it all to him.
Maybe then he’ll understand.

I wonder what details I lost in my life.
That he lived too long,
That he cared too little.
Is that accurate?
I wish I knew him.
I wish I hated his face.
I’m sure it will mean something someday
I resorc what is left of my memories
and hope that is enough














And I Don’t Care

I’m tired of them asking me
and that condescending high-pitched voice
(which is supposed to mean that they care)
how I’m doing

well, I’m fine
I’m the same I’ve been
and I know that nothing gets better

they tell me it is my attitude
with amazing regularity
and it doesn’t do me any good
and I’m still angry
and I’ve still lost part of my life

there are a lot of things I don’t care about
when the beautiful things have decided
to take a turn for the worse for me

Are things getting better?
Objectively, I can say that I don’t know
and I don’t care














Any Help At All

I’m tired of doing things myself
and I’m tired of looking for my own answers
for all the troubles I experience
I’m tired of looking
I want someone help on this one

with my head on my shoulders
they got tired of looking in my direction
to see if I need anything

but I always want
what others don’t expect














Get It Over With

I wonder how much time would pass
before it you’d start to think that
everything was okay and that you
for no reason could be happy out of the
blue
I wonder how much time
would have to pass to get
to that point, where the world
seemed good again and you could just
move on with life and get it over with.

Sometimes I think about the
number of people who I have
cared about and who have turned
around on me and died.
My father’s parents
died when I was younger, and my
brother’s ex-wife died, too.
and I’ve seen friends go off to war,
when I was sure they were
going to die, they came back, just fine.
And I’ve seen people that I’ve cared about
become hospitalized after they
were hit by a car.
it isn’t very happy or anything
death as a rule isn’t very happy or anything
So how do we get to that point, where
the pain from such a potentially awful
experience, like death of someone, I mean,
disappears from inside you. How many years
does it take for that pain to be
acknowledged before it can
be forgotten so everything can be better?

I asked my mother today when
someone I cared about died, I
mean, what time of year did he die?
You see, I couldn’t remember being
sad because he was dead or
anything, and I couldn’t think
of what time of year it had
happened. And my mother seemed
shocked by my question, and she
responded by saying, “he’s not
dead.” And then it all came back
to me, that he didn’t die, that he was fine.

After I had that discussion with
my mother, it thought,
I should have mourned him, been sad.

this is my pain
making me think this
I hate it, and I hate myself for it

no one missed me
I had a huge void in my life,
and that I didn’t know how to
fill in all the gaps

do I have another 60 years of this to go

sometimes you just forget life
what you’re living life for
life passes you by
you’ve got nothing to show for the years

whaat id someone I knew were alive
and tried to come to me to and they tried
to make me laugh
then I thought, wait, he’s dead
I’m going to have to remember
him this way
I wanted him to just be him
I wanted him to crack a joke
make me laugh and be his usual self

I want people to laugh, and crack jokes
and be senseless and silly, sometimes
like I like to be.

I just wanted him to be alive. I get
tired of thinking of people
as being dead. Those are the times
when I try to make myself
remember
that doesn’t
make me feel much better

who is it harder on when
someone dies? Is it harder on the
ones who have to die?
or the survivors who have to live
with only a handful of memories?

When I almost died, I didn’t think about
death
I had to get better
I had to teach myself how to eat
and how to walk
and talk.
and I had to get out of that wheelchair
When people imposed rules on me
then I made my own rules
no one would want to hear my stupid
rules anyway
they’ll have to learn their rules on their own time

Even when some of us
think we have it all together, well, that’s
when someone throws us the curve ball
of death to tell us that we might have
been wrong, that we might not have
been prepared for everything

How do you prepare for something like
this, though? What do you do?














Is To Blame For It

all these spots hurt on my body
is it because I’m old
is it because of the accident
I don’t talk about the problems much
I think about the pain
it’s regular in my life
there is the loud noise of my breathing
it gets louder on one side of my head
the noise of my breathing
isn’t so loud when I breathe
out of my mouth, versus my nose
bit I should breathe
out of my nose, not my mouth
I think I knew that.
thank you.
but no one wants to hear about my problems
I hear that they don’t.
maybe I hear it very loudly in my head
maybe somebody’s just hit my head
too many times
and now my head isn’t right
i’ve had this problem for months
but maybe someone else
is to blame for it














killing the tired

I know I should be able to do
much better than this

people should be leaving me free money
but I don’t know what to do with myself

people should showering me with
attention all the time
everyone has nothing better to
do with their time

why do I think everyone has it harder
than me

Now the new lawn chairs that are
rented are there

they are having a party and the
guests are here.

When I was young I knew
parking was not allowed in our driceway

mom swore that guests couldn’t park
here, but now she doesn’t have a problem with it

everyone else can do something wrong
but I don’t get away with it

I’m good, and I still get in trouble

I had a headache for over six
hours, and no medication helped

Nothing gets better
do I just get all the bad breaks

am I only feeling sorry for myself
I have nothing to think about except

my own sorry feelings.

My fingers are freezing, the air is on now
I’m wearing a sweater and slippers

there’s no one to complain to
that’s the rule of the day

maybe I should start doing that, too
when everyone knows there’s no one to ask

will people answer their own useless questions

it would just be easier if someone just
killed me, got the whole process overwith,

would it be easier to be forced to live into
old age. would either option ever be anything to me

am I really that sad? I wish
my soul made an ounce of sense, I hate it

people don’t make any aense, so apparently
their ideas are the lord and master

everyone else has control over my
decisions, my choices, and my life.

that seems natural.

sometimes I think all people
are just out to get me

people just want me to be unhappy all the time
I want to be unhappy all the time, anyway.

That would be fitting. So to speak.

I don’t think I could do anything too much, or float
away, or do anything too non-sensical

I want to do something that I could not
have been capable of

I am better than the fake meanings that mean nothing
better than so much around here

I don’t have any money, and now I can’t even
have a good argument about religion, or philosophy

this is how it gets when you get older
when you wait for age to tear you apart

that’s what life is all about
get ready for it














Pool Together Our Money

spill the beans and get it over with
it’s something we should all know
if only we could have been strong enough
to pool together our money and tried
to beat the extracting of blood

the most insane people got in charge
of teaching, they probably
lied their way to the right job
somehow, somewhere, someone
was put in charge of deciding who would learn what,
and I think those people really actually know
very little decided to pull one big joke
over on the students and the world

all of these people with no real brains
decided to screw up all the good things
that were supposed to be produced by intelligent
people in intelligent parts of the world

well, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it

what do I think happened?
all of these people with no real intelligence
decided to create a joke, or take over the would
or whatever
and they decided to make all the intelligence
they could find, and they decided to destroy that

there’s really no other way to explain it
just make people stupid, in a way that no one
could ever think to be aware of
all the stupid people would gain their
strength somehow
At least that’s ny little theory.

and now, no one has the skill to defend
themselves or anyone else
that is the world if we lost all intelligence
like the way the world is like now

so this is the way that people with no talent
manage to rise in their fame
and everyone can suffer in the process














Princess Diana, 1 Year Later

what is it like to lead a near-perfect life
to have servants clean up after you
to prepare all of your meals
what is it like to then hate everyone
including yourself
don’t eat food without throwing up
or gaining weight
what is it like to not leave your home
because you might be photographed

what is it like to have anything you want
and sometimes you can’t have anything you want

is that what it is like to be royalty
to feel important all the time
could they ever feel anything
other than their pain

you hear from everyone that you were perfect
could you still tell yourself you were nothing

wouldn’t anyone wonder what
would win the daily battle














So Many Lies

I wish that people wouldn’t
to lie to me so often
I’m so sick of people being condescendung
to my face, telling me that I am the one that
doesn’t understand

they understand how they think and
how I think
no one has any idea of how I think

people I once trusted told me
    well, wait, it is probably more
    accurate to say that everyone
    tells me
    it’s not that they
    told me
    it’s past, present and future
    they tell me, they tell me, they tell me
over and over again.

people I used to know, people
I used to trust, well, these people
I once trusted told me, tell me, so many
lies about what I know

I wish that ever once in a while people didn’t
tell me so many lies.














So To Speak

the average joe know what life is all about
the average joe should also know
when people are lying and
what do lies really mean to you
and me ad the otherwise
average guy. Go get ready

the little problems of the modern
world occupy their little brain
those average little problems
are more than a problem

they are more than a slew of problems
that seem disturbing to the average joe

the underlying problem with this whole
mess is more than the origintal mess, it is
the undoing of this mess of
problems that could be caused
the real potential problem is
ignoring the problems,
which is what everyone does
that’s what the average joe does with all the
problems as he can hold in his grocery basket

well, you get the idea

there are too many problems
no one is doing anything about them
they are just getting worse
no one is around to save us from
what we caused by ignoring a non-existent problem.

the solving of this problem
could be problematic
no one can tell that there is a problem
no one can solve said problems
and no one is willing to previously tackle them

Oh, forget it
Maybe there is no solution to these problems
eventually someone has to come up with an answer

the current problem is that no one can come
up with a single solution for a single problem
the average joe needs to be reminded of the problems














Stilts

I’d wish for more people
to come up with their own conclusions

Wouldn’t it just be easier if
people always got lottery tickets
and lost money and got screwed
that would
make life so much simpler

wouldn’t it be easier if some
people were just automatically punished
and some people just never got punished

If I knew how much hell
I’d be forced to go through today,
then I could be less irritable.

I want to be mean here
but I have to be nice
and I have three more hours
and life still sucks
and I have four to five minutes
before the new and improved hell starts

I don’t know how people deal
with this lack of patience
does anything in life ever get better
than this pain I usually feel

They
who don’t know how to teach you anything
typed the schedule
everyone, including myself,
and I had a long day today
with long hours, like every other
day last week

No one has a happy ending for anyone here.
people who are in wheelchairs 5 or 6 years
after their accident can’t feed themselves
or talk to anyone or even smile

I was given a confusing test that had to do
with my lack of reading or vision.
so then I talked about my problems
I’m sure that got me nowhere
I should have learned my lesson years ago
does that mean I should just face it
because I’m getting tired of seeing people
here walking on stilts














take it all away

almost on the verge of death for a long time
what if you go through it and live
for a brief moment you know you can almost fly

I found out weeks after I was in the hospital
it was then that I found out details
what the doctor did to me
while I was in there, unconscious

whether or not
they were helping me or hurting me
I wouldn’t have known

they put a piece of metal in my leg
to stop future blood clots from travelling
to my heart, or lungs, or brain

do I need one of these pieces of metal
in my body for the rest of my life,
but I at least needed to know this after it
had already been done to me

X-rays were taken of me
a ventilator was on me for 6 days
All I knew at the time was
most of my rights were being taken
I didn’t have my car, me home

I mean, what if one day something went
wrong in your body, and while you
were laying in bed to take a nap, your
heart just stopped beating

what would happen to you
and your life if you heart just
went out, and then something just
happened and then almost suddenly,
what if just then you were slipping away
and you made it
and people were worrying about
you and they thought you might
not make it and they had to think
that you may be gone and they
had to come to terms with that

would you clean up your room
would you stop making frivolous purchases
would you try to be nicer
It answers so many questions when you
suddenly start to think of things that way














The Third or fourth Fourth of September

some times you just have to grin and bear it
take the punches you have coming
admit to yourself that you’ve done wrong
just grin and bear it and roll with the punches
take your medicine, get the whole business over with.

Sometimes people forget when they
actually deserve a punch
wouldn’t it be nicer of people
to walk out to the street
admit their wrongs and get ready to take
a punch or two or a few from whomever
If only more people came foreward and
made the effort to be openly honest
maybe so many punches wouldn’t be thrown














the world

it is necessary to tell you that
the world doesn’t seem fair
sometimes the world can see what everything is like
sometimes it can be the first to stab you in the back
isn’t it funny how the nicest things can hurt you,
always when you’re not looking
always when you expect it the least.
how do you solve the crices
when everyone seems to have a better answer
and everyone seems to have everything under control
and everyone can’t have it as good as you
and why does everyone else get the easy breaks
but you, this time, not you














Their Crutches

should they tell you in advance what it’s like
to go through what you’re about to go through?
having an operation
they’ll keep you drugged most of the time
you’ll be unconscious, in a hospital bed
for longer than you want
but this is what’s best for you,
that’s what they tell you
be tired of being in the hospital
no one will know what to say
you need rest, you need help
even if you’re sure you don’t need their crutches
it won’t be easy
I’m sure that I’ll visit
and I’m sure you’ll be fine
I know you’ll want to hear that
I can at least say that for you














Think of It

What if you are told through life
your brain doesn’t work

you can come up with your own ideas
but people told you your ideas were wrong
would you tire of
telling people about this

Think about the number of times you
are told your ideas are wrong

Think of it

What if you worked made something of yourself
you made money at what you wanted to do
you lived on your own time and life was good
What if you had accomplished all that
and what if then you hear from
everyone that you must be mistaken
you are wrong

go see therapists
a number of times a week
you were wrong
how long would you be forced to listen
before you wanted to join a new race
a new culture
where you could spread your ideas,
feel like yourself without everyone telling
you that you had to always be wrong

If you worked all your life
created a philosophy, a meaning of life
or something other people liked and agreed with
you were would have called successful

create this, then less intelligent people
not using their own minds
took away your life bit by bit

because they drank all the time
because they didn’t know any better
because they wanted beliefs around
that agreed with everyone else’s beliefs
live and work
and beat everyone else and then have a bunch of mindless
people take your life away from you

go to a library and find that all of your books are gone
everyone managed to take away proof of your existence
that you were someone
who are you now
it’s like you never lived
how would that feel

most of the world lived in desolation
there was only a few remnants of old fires
that once burned down things that could have been good
Imagine a
world where you’d see a diamond. In
all the darkness and desperation
there would be one loose random
stone that glittered more that anything else on the planet
Could you imagine a world like that
Could you imagine a simple diamond














What It All Means

how many people are going to tell me the same news
each time a little differently,
how long will it take before I get a real
picture of what happened

I was at the Gorton’s Cafe, where
you usually had lunch, when I forgot
to bring my own food
then I was in a hallway of
the building
then i remembered I was in the basement
after I had escaped.

They had a witness there and they
were asking him questions on who he
thought was attractive, and if he lived
alone. I didn’t know why I was there or if
they were going to ask me questions
like that too. Then I saw one of the men
asking question and I saw that he had a gun.
So I figured I had to have been knocked out
and I knew I had to keep myself together
and so I thought for a brief moment
and checked in my head whether
any parts of my body were in pain. They
weren’t. I thought that had to be a good
sign. So I pressed my forehead, and I
tried to squint my eyes just a little,
so that it looked like I was in pain.
I thought that may be a natural way
to act like I was in pain and still
concentrate on what the other guy was
saying. I might be next, I thought.

There were a couple of guys that were dressed the
same way, wearing grey slacks and when i
started to look I could see that they all
had guns too. But just before I noticed that there
had to be like ten of them in this
room the water sprinklers came on only
like five seconds after the fire alarms
first started going off. Everyone in the
room with me went into a sort of panic, and
then the guy next to me, who was in
regular business clothes, grabbed my hand
and said, let’s go around the side door
on the right. I started to look around and
I could see that everyone who was running
this show, who had guns, was also in
a state of panic of sorts, and so I followed
this stranger out the door. No one even
noticed us leaving the room in the basement.

He must have been conscious when he first
went into the room. I didn’t know my way
around the basement. I followed him until
we got to the lobby level and this guy
wanted to keep going out the front doors
and I stopped and told the people at the
front desk that there were men with guns
in the basement. It was right by the
elevators, that’s what I told them.

okay, so I wasn’t a hero in that scene. I
never get caught in scenes where I have to
do something that I normally wouldn’t
do. If it wasn’t for this guy, who was
right next to me in the basement,
I probably would never have moved
from my seat. They guys with the guns
got caught that day, they tried to take a hostage
or two before they gave up. and they
didn’t get any of the money they wanted.
I guess there was a happy ending, after
all. No one got hurt. What does it mean to -
to anyone - that sees this story on the news?
Probably not much, because she didn’t
live through it. No. It was just I who lived it.














What Do You do

what do you do
if you almost die
do you wear your seat belt more
do you not go for motorcycle rides
do you walk further from the road
someone can hit you there, you know
what do you do
if you almost die
do you tell people you love them
do you eat healthier foods
do you exercise more
what do you do












Alexandria Rand

All poems copyright © Alexandria Rand.

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