Group Poetry(?)

I'm Holden Caulfield
'cept I ain't rich
and i'm a boozehound
a lot of people
look at me and laugh
and I laugh too
at what they see
and we slap our knees
and say "grab a beer"
and talk about whatever else
as long as it ain't
about me
-Damon Pillsbury

amber liquid takes over
and it’s all for myself
everything is always me-
amber liquid takes over
all that I am
in that way
i’m alone
and i will always be
alone
-Christine
-Christine Yoon

turnips
turn up your nose
look down from your horse
and don't
FIRE
until you see the white of their eyes
and then
tell them that
their diet lacks iron.
Electricity
ain't for everybody.
-Damon Pillsbury

Love
My Family
My Church
My Freinds
My Life
I Hate ALL OF Them
-Dave

time swallows me
it swallows me whole
seconds crumble
minutes burn
so hard to gain
easy to waste
especially when you're
wasted
it all turns to shit
-Christine Yoon

action
it ain't all it's cracked up to be
if everything follows
these cracked up
laws of physics
then,
where's these miracles
they promised me
-Damon Pillsbury

The children in the hallways -
They all sit in the dark
They sit in the dark
Listening to dead men talk
Trembling, trembling -
They sit in the dark

It is February.

I haven't blogged in a while. I have been working on some actual content - it's a working progress. I have been consumed in writing character descriptions lately. People I know. Multiple people I know melting into one character is usually how it happens. It helps me avoid thinking about myself. It's a lot more selfish than it sounds. I feel strange blogging sometimes. I wonder who actually reads this stuff. This is uninteresting, I know. I am bursting with feeling, but they're all stuck in my throat and in the tips of my fingers.