A note from us.

Please keep in mind that just because you PICKED the word, it doesn't make the piece about you, rather, it is for you.

And sometimes a four-letter cuss word is the best adjective, noun, verb to use. Please don't be offended, and if you are, you don't have to read our blog.






Saturday, July 31, 2010

Courageous. for Mr. Olsen.

Courageous.

You are a cardboard box of hope.
Full of endless could be's.
All the potential in the world,
Finger skating your way through life.
With your head in the clouds
And your heart in all the wrong places
I see you.
Just standing there in the rain,
on purpose.
For a cardboard box,
that is pretty damn courageous.

-Shannon Masayo

Energy. StacyAnn's pick.

Viewer discretion is advised. :)


Energy.


I have no energy for you.
to love you.
to care what you say or do.

You know that week
He didn't just fuck you.
He was looking to get his dick wet,
And happened to find
Something to hold on to.
A good opportunity.

I just wish that something,
wouldn't have been you

-shannon masayo

Energy

I only see you when I sleep,
You haunt me when I dream.
But don't have the guts to stick around in the morning.
Your cruelty is cheap.
I don't have enough energy
To maintain the routine of making you my enemy.
You and I have business
That I can't cross off as finished
But the opportunity will never come.
So I'll close my eyes and see you tonight.

-Tylor Sherman

lifetime. Trish's pick...

time to get back in action.

Lifetime.

I'm going to get where i am going,
Someday.
One foot in front of the other,
Shoes laced tight.
Even though I prefer none at all.
Barefoot anywhere is always better.
I just hope these limbs can keep up
With this wild heart of mine.
I know I'll get where I'm going,
I just hope it doesn't take a lifetime.

-Shannon Masayo

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

one that spilled out of me.

Nostalgic Drive.

Windows down.
Feels good seeing the day
Next to you.
Drove past my old life,
The apartments on Wall Avenue.
Where I took fluoride every night,
Warm milk and sugar.
Where my brother blamed me for everything,
His scissored leg,
And my coffee-cup-cut-knee.
I never got a good feeling from that place,
Even though I was only three.
The only reason I cried when we left,
Is because we had to leave my
Draw-string-elevator house
For my barbies.

-Shannon Masayo

Monday, July 12, 2010

skin. Liz's word....i think?

Skin.

When i look down,
all i can see are breasts.
My breasts.

And when i sit,
breasts.
And knees
with old skin.

I want new skin,
I need something to go
with the better version of me.

(and I wouldn't mind a smaller set of breasts either)

-Shannon Masayo

Skin
I am a stranger in my own skin.
My feet have had allergic reactions to shoes
and I ended up walking on a pair of zombies.
For 2 weeks.
Never sunburned as a child.
Now I stand out of the shade and
my shoulders scald and blister before I know what hits me.
Someday I will need knee surgery and my
fingers will barely function.
My soul won't really do any one any good by the time I die.
The only thing I can truly rely on is my mind.
-Tylor Sherman

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Giving the boys a break....

Breakfast.

In nothing but my yellow high heels,
I woke up to you.
The morning looked warm and felt new,
as the sun filled up the room.
The sheets were fresh,
and so were you.
My high heels pointed to the ceiling
as you "filled" my cup.
That morning for breakfast you had me,
sunny-side-up.

-Shannon Masayo

Friday, July 9, 2010

Snail. for um.....? remind me.


















Snail.

Your truth has stretch marks
and I am so tired of digging for answers
hidden in the earth of your mind.
When all i can find are snails
and handfuls of salt and lyme.
I've got my head in the sand
and dirt under my fingernails.
If I knew which way was up
I'd stop digging
and climb.

But I don't want to move forward,
I'm afraid of what I'll find.

(I really wish this didn't rhyme)

-Shannon Masayo

Snail

Can two strangers still have love for each other?
You and I couldn't have more polarizing outlooks on life.
But we're family.
We were weekend visits.
Table and chair sheet forts.
Nerf gun mercenaries, shattering snail shells
and picking on our younger brothers.
California road trips. Pre-teen action heroes.
Now I'm too busy for your calls,
And you still have no idea who you are.
Our anchor point starts on separate continents
I don't know how to find common ground.
The worst part is you probably still see me as I was when I was 12.
I wish I still saw that in you.
I really do.
-Tylor Sherman

Update Yo.

skin
cumbersome
lifetime
Energy
and courageous


Thank you guys for reading.

Also Ryan Baker had another death in the Family, he really isn't a slacker, but Tylor is. Or I am the one without a job and my poems take a lot less effort so that may be why i post daily. or i am just really awesome i can't decide. Anyway, forgive the lack of posts on their part, and I will keep shoving my stuff down your throats daily:)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Cucumber. For Charles.
















Cucumber. 1 of 2

She tried to peel a cucumber with her fingers
like an orange.

I remember that is the day

I fell in love with her.

she loves animals
more than
Anyone i know.
She is loyal.

And beautiful
She gets on my nerves.
She is dramatic.

And full of life.

And the sum of her parts
equals my best friend.

Without her
I'd probably die.
We are so IN.

i fly.

-Shannon Masayo

Cucumber. 2 of 2.

I always wanted to be a sea horse
or sea cucumber.
an anything "sea"
How could you not know?
I belong in the water
First one in
and last one out.
You should have known
when I told you
the Little Mermaid
was my favorite movie.


-Shannon Masayo

Cucumber

At that time, I was obsessed with the Starting Line.
I'd yet to learn my calling card: the hobo's crime.
She'd rub cucumber-melon lotion on my cheeks.
We'd sweat it out on mismatched sheets.
Fuck like rabbits in the desert heat.
This was as good as life would ever get...
I wasn't even seventeen.
Didn't see beyond Clearfield's borders.
Thought I could rescue her from her white trash parents,
but I had my own pale garbage disorder.
Jesus, what if we would have wed like expected?
Who the hell would I be?
A sad statistic with shallow views,
A failure, and a thief.
-Tylor Sherman

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Happiness. Russell's pick.


















This is titled "Success and Happiness"






Happiness.


trying to be inspired by dirty dishes
and unmade beds
and the words
just won't come.
I wish my house could clean itself
or that i had a maid.
I wish I had a house
with more rooms to clean.
more work.
more pride.
the good kind.
not the go to hell kind.
And then I am interrupted with
laughter and screams
and "mama rock a baby, please"
and I am happy.
That have a healthy family
and a house to call my own,
unclean.

-Shannon Masayo

Happiness...
I know you.
I've seen your type for the past seven spring seasons.
The same happiness gleaming from naive teens
radiates like solar rays, so thrilled to graduate.
Most of you will die in the same city you were born in.
Many will make babies before they can legally drink.
You'll drop out of college within a year and max out credit cards.
You'll have everything and own nothing.
You'll get to my age and realize you were never a unique snowflake,
but a grain of sand.
-Tylor Sherman



FYI

I know some of you tried leaving comments but could not because you did not have a blogger/google account...i fixed it so now you can all leave us some love. -shan

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Dragonfly. Shantell's Pick.














I really am not a fan of dragonflies, I think the bar hoppin tramp stamp girls ruined them for me. So Shantell you are lucky to get this!!!- Shannon M.


Dragonfly.

It was summer.
The heat was paralyzing
And all I wanted to do was swim.
We laid there under the sun
for what seemed like hours.
Not saying anything.
I just watched you from the side.
I switched winking my eyes,
focusing on your...
nose.
ear.
nose.
ear.
nose.
your profile the horizon to the setting sun.
We sat up to watch two dragonflies mate.
"I think it's cool they can fuck and fly"
We just looked at each other with a grin
and went home to try.

-Shannon Masayo


Dragonfly

Send the pigs in for the slaughter.
I'm indecent and stoned like Saudi Arabian daughters.
Don't ever question my honor.
You burned the bridge long
Before I crossed muddy waters.
If you've got something to say,
Say it or stay away.
'Cause I'm sick of the slight of hand and
charades.
Bored of the parlor tricks and
board games.
I dragged your snake-charmer through the streets
Drove a stake through his spine and watched him die.
You expect this serpent to sprout wings and rise.
Always the optimist, you wait to see the dragon fly.
-Tylor Sherman

Friday, July 2, 2010

Lips. Devyn's pick.














Lips.

With insecure hands outstretched,
I am begging
to see me
how you see me.
Your lips curtains to teeth
part to speak,
and I can't hear a word you are saying.
And even if I could,
I probably wouldn't believe you.

-Shannon Masayo

Lips


Show me the beast beneath the beauty and
Unleash your teeth upon me.
Pale skin like porcelain,
Send it shivers with my tongue's tip.
Hips slither to a rhythm I've never felt before.
Lips and heat form sailor's speech.
Let me do what he won't do.
Our bodies twisted like a train wreck.
You said I was the best,
But this time I think you meant it.
-Tylor Sherman