Lindsay’s Scribblings

Rumors are vicious
But people are worse
Suspicious
Seditious
Perverse
Calumny is vicious
But gossips are worse

If you read this
And you don’t like it –
Walk away.
If you read this
And you don’t like it –
Stumble to another page.
If you read this
And you don’t like it –
The liability is yours.

There is an empty chair between us
Not quite so empty, after all
There is an empty chair –
A barrier
An empty chair that should be there,
However much I hate it.

Where did we meet?
It was on the playground, wasn’t it?
In the midst of cobbled and terse
Attempts to achieve make-believe
Dungeons and Dragons glory.
Where did we meet?
It was after English class, wasn’t it?
As everyone else gossiped
About enigmatic relationships
And kisses and marijuana.
In World Geography
The first day of freshman year
While I drew aimless patterns
On the hand you wanted to hold.

When you analyze this poem
(in a classroom, thirty years from now)
You should know
I mean every word.
When you analyze this poem
(tonight, before you fall asleep)
Know
Your perception
is more real than my intent.

 

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Don’t plead rationality
As you bleed your heartsobs
On the dinner table
Smeared across a casual talk
Don’t plead rationality
As you slander anything
Anyone
Which threatens your conformity
Don’t plead rationality
When desperation
Is somberly
Transparent.

You
(Plural)
Must realize
That this is why we don’t get along:
The immature humor
And attempts to impose your will.
I submit as much as a good guest should-
I don’t compromise my manners.
But you
(Plural)
Must realize
Emotional justifications
Won’t vindicate
Absenteeism.

Knowledge
A tenuous cord
Oscillating between us
Spindly and opalescent
A shimmering periphery
Of tacit understanding
Knowledge
As sure and certain
As rainclouds heavy
Laden with accumulated drops
And anticipating
To break

 

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Is multi-colored
Functional
Low-maintenance
Fire-proof
Rough
Nominally-padded
Berber-esque
Plastic
That floats
When focuslessly
Stared at

But that
Isn’t why
You stare.

Go die.
Go die in a hole somewhere
All alone.
I don’t mean that.
But I do
Wish
You would leave me alone-
Leave me alone and
Free from your company.
Go die.
No.
Don’t.
But please stop
Killing
Me.

 

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