TheAngstyPoet

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Peruvian KFC by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Peruvian KFC

I found peace in KFC, And prayed to Buzzfeed. I danced for central heat And begged the stars for my mom. Thought peace would be in KFC, Hoping for a greasy home, But the skin was not crispy, And I still feel alone. Plus the sham lacked biscuits Albeit they had shoe string fries But the Coke was off And I knew it was a lie. When I got sick, I cried. The pharmacy did not Carry my mom in stock, Instead they gave me a shot. Fortified blanket stockade, I holed up in my room, I stared at my laptop Until dark evening grew. Heatless winter wears coats to sleep. You can always feel ten fingers. You can shower bu

To somebody by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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To somebody

Dear somebody, I wish some bullshit cards could tell me my future. I deserve it because I already paid that lady sixty bucks to draw them out of a stacked deck. I googled my horoscope, his horoscope, and my shitty neighbor’s horoscope but those internet crapshoots can’t tell me crap. I used to write the horoscope for the school newspaper, I literally searched the internet to plagiarize astrology. When I was thirteen, I told someone at a wedding that I wanted to be an astrologer because I didn’t know I had meant to say astronomer. I heard the radio one day that said the President of the United States had a political science

Blocks by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Blocks

Writer’s block is sucking my soul. Don’t wanna write wholly. My ex boyfriend is no fun. I’m still fat and don’t run. I study, I study, I study. But I need someone to fuck me. I become inebriated and smoke tobacco. My hangover becomes my shadow. Money, green, and bread fall out, But who can hear my screams out loud? Who wants to read this poem? My heart blackens to stone. Foot in front of the other down the road. I’m too lazy to reap what I’ve sown. I’m sick of everyone but afraid of alone. No. No. I don’t want to be lonely. But friendship’s on my terms only. Solely because I need con

Parental Detrimental by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Parental Detrimental

When you said you didn’t pay the rent, I felt sick. Chucking every internal scream out the window Because I know you can’t it. You can’t help yourself I can’t help myself from feeling sick. Stomach gurgles and bubbles threatening to spill words That shouldn’t be said. I shouldn’t call you a fucking idiot. Tripping over other people on the bus Because I can’t get through, to the exit. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I don’t want to I want a window to crawl through I need to knot bedsheets together, And pop out the screen. I don’t want to hand you the green Our tether has beco

This Is Nothing by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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This Is Nothing

Put your hand on my face and lean in until I meet you halfway. Close your eyes and part your lips. Just slip your tongue in. Take it out and tease my hair, bite my bottom lip. Slip your arms around my waist and squeeze a hug out of me. Nuzzle my neck, cup my breasts, lean me back onto the cushions. Twist my shirt in your fingers, and tug gently. Don’t say how much you love me. Press your weight into me, make me feel your contours. I feel something and we know it’s not your knee. Fumble for my pants zipper, but we know you know. Smooch my stomach, pinch my nipples and suckle. Make me giggle by tickling my sides. I slide my h

Strokes of Love on the Piano by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Strokes of Love on the Piano

It’s so sweet and sad. And beautiful. It feels like flowing currents of melancholy overwhelming my soul. My soul drips profound admiration and each note sings its own song. Each of his fingers sweeping the keys make me swoon. It’s like a knife carving its beauty on my heart. Long and short, hands slamming out the chords. Arms flailing in a controlled emotion, your bowtie looks perfect. Each strand shines as it was slicked back on your currently bowed head. This music tells everyone the way you and I feel when we kiss, bicker, and lament over being apart. These keys were meant for your hands. You were made for me.

Rocks in Shoes Hurt the Most by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Rocks in Shoes Hurt the Most

It's the little things that embed into the skin that give us the most pain. The tones and phrases that constitute affection or disapproval. Slight flick of the tongue to turn a conversation one hundred and eighty degrees. Bodies speak more than words do, spilling what you really think. Arms pressed to your sides, toes pointed nowhere, eyes staring at my own toes. Glance at everything that moves, focusing on everything but me. Are the tiny blots of black really the windows to the soul? Can that camera tell me what you’re thinking? What your eyes notice and concentrate on is the true answer. Your whole being, each aspect is like a lett

Grinding by TheAngstyPoet, literature

Sobbing Concrete by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Sobbing Concrete

The last two weeks have been especially hard for my mother and Aunt Mimi (aka Mims). They packed up and moved my grandfather's apartment in a week and a half. The move itself carries its own baggage for another backstory. The move was emotional for all of us. My grandfather had lived there for a good chunk of my life. Not to mention is was the last concrete place to hold memories of my grandmother since she had chosen to die at home. The Saturday before my grandpa actually moved, I had called my aunt. I wanted to discuss periodic weight loss rewards particularly boots. Once I brought up the subject, she became angry, complaining about money.

A Day Early by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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A Day Early

Mother and grandmother at breakfast Looking out the window blowing cigarettes I only remember bacon popping in grease. But reams of birds flew around the fields In circles like minds wrapping regrets. I only remember I forgot to say, "I love you." Mom cried last time I showed her the poetry. She ripped out a big sob. I only remember when you showed me fine china seals. I don't like to think that you're really gone. I can close my eyes and see you blowing smoke. Telling me about Oklahoma or yelling at Gramps. I didn't mean to make Mom choke on my memories. You sat beneath a Lenox lamp, you only had the finest. I remember when Gra

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Peruvian KFC by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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To somebody by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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To somebody

Blocks by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Blocks

Parental Detrimental by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Parental Detrimental

This Is Nothing by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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This Is Nothing

Strokes of Love on the Piano by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Strokes of Love on the Piano

Rocks in Shoes Hurt the Most by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Rocks in Shoes Hurt the Most

Grinding by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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Sobbing Concrete

A Day Early by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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A Day Early

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thank you, Max Brod by ChampMagnetique, literature

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thank you, Max Brod

last night I slept in a closet with my coat made of tangerine desires and visions of distant permafrost last night I remembered white noise in her voice buried hopeless in bureau of disdain the apartment on rue Fontaine has fallen into disrepair embraced by anarchist movement embraced by emerald seaweed embraced by quicksand swirl embraced by golden doll hair and transformed itself into roar inside the hourglass last night I slept in a foxhole with ace of spades stuck in my teeth with joker hidden in my sleeve last night I woke up to the music of orchestra playing at riverbed I woke up to cry from the valley of rivets there is no time fo

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White by TheAngstyPoet, literature

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White

White, Black White, Black Puerto Rican, Asian Native American, The Original American, Me. Who is seen as White as a sheet of paper. Who cannot dance or talk of deep things. White has been sealed into a vacuum, wispy like vapors. Someone who's just a color and has a culture of nothing. White, not caucausian. White like the crayon that no one uses. White, one dimensional, trivial, and ultimately superficial. From what I have heard, White is the winner that never loses. The ultimate opponent, the one no one can touch, it's become conditional. As a White woman, I "must" be better. You probably think I sit and write high and mighty.

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June 23
United States
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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Hey there.
Thank you for reading my work. I hope u like what I have to write and say.
I love to write, read, and perform poetry, it has become a major part of my life. I love to write about everyday things, obscurities, philosophy, and obscurities. I like to write about ugly, dark things because to me poetry isn't just flowers and rainbows. it can be beautiful and nasty. I love rhymes. I love writing about real things. I write a poem just about every day. And I started writing because when i was sixteen my grandmother (MomMom) had terminal cancer. After that sometime in September I started feeling isolated from my friends and that was my inspiration to write more. I have written over one hundred poems. I write almost everyday and when I'm not I'm usually thinking of rhymes.

Favourite Movies

Pride and Predjudice, The Cutting Edge,

Favourite TV Shows

Avatar: The Last Airbender, NCIS

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Lady Gaga, Nickelback, Rihanna, Disturbed

Favourite Books

Tithe- A Modern Fairy Tale, The Reckoning- The Dark Powers Trilogy, Harry Potter

Favourite Writers

Maya Angelou, Edgar Allan Poe, Holly Black

Tools of the Trade

pen and paper, computer, phone

Other Interests

reading, shopping, my job

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TheAngstyPoet

Apr 11, 2013

Found the yellow brick road, finding me.

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I want to be a writer so bad it hurts. For so long I tried to convince myself I wanted to be a lawyer. Now I'm really trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do. I want to write. I want to write in the middle of the night. I want to write on the bus. I want to stop walking and sit down to write. I want to eat my words and sleep with poetry. I want to embody this. It feels good to admit what I want to do. Now I'm trying figure the metaphorical 'how'. Hell, I might give journalism another shot.

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TheAngstyPoet

Jan 10, 2013

My Life, Mundane at Best

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First off, effin cat. While writing this entry I'm staying at my aunt's to get a break from my mother and sister. Well, the cat keeps peeing on the rug to spite my presence. So two minutes ago he squats on the rug three steps away from fresh litter. I shut the door to the room, immediately grab him & place him in the litter box. Then rewarded him treats once he peed. Three years old and he is trying to be spiteful with urine to "mark his territory." Other guests have stayed here and he did pull this. Oy. Update: Survived finals which were traumatic. I endured three all nighters practically back to back. GPA was good. Next semester, the Dean

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Oct 1, 2012

Guys, I dropped the ball :3

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I just had one of those magical, uncanny college moments. I went to the library to finish an assignment due at five PM. Almost all the computers are taken and finally someone leaves. I put my stuff down and the guy sitting down to my left meets my guy. We both exchange a friendly tight- lipped smile. He's cute. A bit wiry, dark hair, and skin the color of coffee with little cream. If I was the guessing type, I think his ethnicity would have been from South Asia or Middle Eastern. His nose is in a biology book and I'm watching a YouTube video for class. The rest of the library is either cramming for midterms or procrastinating. Then I see one