we eyed the box/homosexuality
and its genetic/origins
want some jujubes?/
don't let gender frame you in/let's shred
cardboard and the binary on the floor/
look, you're already defying roles women
aren't supposed to break stuff up
and i know i am
a man so am i supposed to break stuff up?
society gone with each candy eaten and
every box top lost
"I am alone and no One Understands My Pain" "obvious metaphor poems" -- o.k., this is where I start writing about transgender stuff. in 2005. really, I was at a concert and I stole someone's jujubes and we started shredding the box. that's where all the best imagery comes from, right?
By: Theodora
Monday, January 7, 2008
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
letters are funny
bcuz they are permanent
sleepy I can't talk to people
y'know?
Puke doesn't hold back
on holidays (is today real?)
badapada.
feeling this separation
and crappy metaphors.
"I am alone and no one Understands My Pain" -- the key expression of angst here is badapada.
By: Theodora
bcuz they are permanent
sleepy I can't talk to people
y'know?
Puke doesn't hold back
on holidays (is today real?)
badapada.
feeling this separation
and crappy metaphors.
"I am alone and no one Understands My Pain" -- the key expression of angst here is badapada.
By: Theodora
no one who is in love actually jokes about it
spiritual affection
these fishsticks are taupe
my letter is subconsciously addressed
be with the land, there is no fence*
I don't need to ponder the star
*well, ideally. ideally there is no purgatory either.
"pointless ramblings" -- I have no idea where my wise-ass ideas about love came from. As in the idea that no one who is serious REALLY jokes about it.
By: Theodora
these fishsticks are taupe
my letter is subconsciously addressed
be with the land, there is no fence*
I don't need to ponder the star
*well, ideally. ideally there is no purgatory either.
"pointless ramblings" -- I have no idea where my wise-ass ideas about love came from. As in the idea that no one who is serious REALLY jokes about it.
By: Theodora
My Wymyn Life
oblivious,
life is such a new religion
compared to...
and for those of you who didn't know,
Virginia Slims -- such the epitome
of sexist advertising
and "I don't really like talking
about my life much"
cos "they're just titties"
She thinks she's dying, my dear. The
imprint of thirty-five year old
barbed wire. It's stuck. She needs to
talk, but stuck being one of those
under-age people. I
can't shove phone numbers in her face or places to test for STI's.
She's not eating. It's that image.
people making out on the couch above my head
thinking they know all about
love but they're only freshmen.
Not that I know any better.
I can feel her hair brush mine
such a cliche, but when she kisses
me and says something generic
like "iloveyou, you're awesome, let's hang out"
I had girl on my lips, in my ears,
through my hair.
The beautiful gay man
tosses me a dead flower which
I would have smashed between the pages,
but it was too,
purple.
By: Theodora
life is such a new religion
compared to...
and for those of you who didn't know,
Virginia Slims -- such the epitome
of sexist advertising
and "I don't really like talking
about my life much"
cos "they're just titties"
She thinks she's dying, my dear. The
imprint of thirty-five year old
barbed wire. It's stuck. She needs to
talk, but stuck being one of those
under-age people. I
can't shove phone numbers in her face or places to test for STI's.
She's not eating. It's that image.
people making out on the couch above my head
thinking they know all about
love but they're only freshmen.
Not that I know any better.
I can feel her hair brush mine
such a cliche, but when she kisses
me and says something generic
like "iloveyou, you're awesome, let's hang out"
I had girl on my lips, in my ears,
through my hair.
The beautiful gay man
tosses me a dead flower which
I would have smashed between the pages,
but it was too,
purple.
By: Theodora
strongness
she is my strongness
see her portrait
all in blue
heralding change
heralding
good sweet things
she lies in
arm tattoos
or wedding tattoos
or engagement rings
she comes to me in the form of
musical madness
tales of incest and partying
him asking me questions about his sexuality
confused
the rustle of pages
the magic of words
Toni Morrison words
battles with cancer
and she died young
left a son
and her grandmother
the only woman who raised her because
her ma was crazy
ripping off the mask in the ER
and saying I love you
one last time
I see her
on my wall
in my piano
in imagined tales of abuse
wearing a boa
curlers
the look of a half-dead guy
and a little boy
who's smart
enough to run us all over
and can parrot back statements like
"Free Leonard Peltier"
and
"Anarchy in the UK"
and'
"You're White Trash"
or at meetings
beating down the corporate flag
smoking pot
in fishnets with a hole in the toe
comes through with long hair
and every healthy book about cunts,
lesbianism, and the Pine Ridge Reservation
I see her
on the stage
in a theater or concert hall
screaming
stuff from the deepest part of me
and I quake
out in a trailer in the middle of nowhere
with a guy who's mom is a teacher, so he knows bout my depression, cutting, and suicidal ideation
OUT
with goddess candles and scars on her arms
she rises again
my strongness
CATEGORY -- "Other" -- 2003
By: Theodora
see her portrait
all in blue
heralding change
heralding
good sweet things
she lies in
arm tattoos
or wedding tattoos
or engagement rings
she comes to me in the form of
musical madness
tales of incest and partying
him asking me questions about his sexuality
confused
the rustle of pages
the magic of words
Toni Morrison words
battles with cancer
and she died young
left a son
and her grandmother
the only woman who raised her because
her ma was crazy
ripping off the mask in the ER
and saying I love you
one last time
I see her
on my wall
in my piano
in imagined tales of abuse
wearing a boa
curlers
the look of a half-dead guy
and a little boy
who's smart
enough to run us all over
and can parrot back statements like
"Free Leonard Peltier"
and
"Anarchy in the UK"
and'
"You're White Trash"
or at meetings
beating down the corporate flag
smoking pot
in fishnets with a hole in the toe
comes through with long hair
and every healthy book about cunts,
lesbianism, and the Pine Ridge Reservation
I see her
on the stage
in a theater or concert hall
screaming
stuff from the deepest part of me
and I quake
out in a trailer in the middle of nowhere
with a guy who's mom is a teacher, so he knows bout my depression, cutting, and suicidal ideation
OUT
with goddess candles and scars on her arms
she rises again
my strongness
CATEGORY -- "Other" -- 2003
By: Theodora
Letter
dear jesus,
you would have hated all of this
i'm sorry
amazing, you were
love,
theodora
p.s. CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CATEGORY -- "ode poem," 2004, awww, I am still sweetly attached to this poem, but why I attempted to sound like Yoda I don't know.
By: Theodora
you would have hated all of this
i'm sorry
amazing, you were
love,
theodora
p.s. CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CATEGORY -- "ode poem," 2004, awww, I am still sweetly attached to this poem, but why I attempted to sound like Yoda I don't know.
By: Theodora
FOR YOU
I'm sitting in Gregg's room
Eating paper
and discussing Hinduism.
We went to the beach this morning.
Closest I've ever been to the lake.
It was fucking cold but everyone saw my white,
non-shaved legs. Hooray for Italian hair.
Transcending Transcendentalism,
Theodora
CATEGORY -- "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION" "Other", 2004
By: Theodora
Eating paper
and discussing Hinduism.
We went to the beach this morning.
Closest I've ever been to the lake.
It was fucking cold but everyone saw my white,
non-shaved legs. Hooray for Italian hair.
Transcending Transcendentalism,
Theodora
CATEGORY -- "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION" "Other", 2004
By: Theodora
For You
I don't have a cigarette
and whoah!
I'm missed at East
smell like Italy stereotyped and menstruation.
The drunk lady at the
art opening was
screaming "fuck"
over
over
stole my boa
"been drinkin since noon.
she's really nice when she's not drunk." -- said the guy
who took one look at my VAGINA t-shirt and called me
SECURITY.
he looked
with his yellow teeth
like he wanted to git with me or something.
CATEGORY -- "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION," "OTHER" -- 2004
I don't even smoke! Truly a case of romancing the "true artist, who must really smoke and drink all the time, right?"
By: Theodora
and whoah!
I'm missed at East
smell like Italy stereotyped and menstruation.
The drunk lady at the
art opening was
screaming "fuck"
over
over
stole my boa
"been drinkin since noon.
she's really nice when she's not drunk." -- said the guy
who took one look at my VAGINA t-shirt and called me
SECURITY.
he looked
with his yellow teeth
like he wanted to git with me or something.
CATEGORY -- "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION," "OTHER" -- 2004
I don't even smoke! Truly a case of romancing the "true artist, who must really smoke and drink all the time, right?"
By: Theodora
Genital Poems
Genital Poem I
1. waz talkin with
a computer nerd
about
vaginas/he syz, "we're men,
we can't say that word. it makes us uncomfortable./
we can say 'down there' and 'pussy/cunt', but never 'that word.'
[oh, poor baby]
2. it's abt reclaiming
what we got left.
Genital Poem 2
Ask me on a
giddy day,
and I'm all
for 'borrowing'
cunt for use as a
positive feminist adjective.
as in, 'wow, my poems are so cunty.
It rocked with female energy."
Cunt has a hell of a history and we need to shake up the boat.
CATEGORY -- both poems can be lumped under "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION" or "OTHER" or "THEODORA'S ATTEMPT TO WRITE LIKE NTOZAKE SHANGE", 2004
By: Theodora Ranelli
1. waz talkin with
a computer nerd
about
vaginas/he syz, "we're men,
we can't say that word. it makes us uncomfortable./
we can say 'down there' and 'pussy/cunt', but never 'that word.'
[oh, poor baby]
2. it's abt reclaiming
what we got left.
Genital Poem 2
Ask me on a
giddy day,
and I'm all
for 'borrowing'
cunt for use as a
positive feminist adjective.
as in, 'wow, my poems are so cunty.
It rocked with female energy."
Cunt has a hell of a history and we need to shake up the boat.
CATEGORY -- both poems can be lumped under "WHITE MIDDLE CLASS HIPPIE FEMINIST OPPRESSION" or "OTHER" or "THEODORA'S ATTEMPT TO WRITE LIKE NTOZAKE SHANGE", 2004
By: Theodora Ranelli
A Letter
Dear,
"It is pretty coherent." –Nikki
"Oh, that's too bad." –Ted
I feel so empty. Shivering.
The sun is shining. It's
warm and I want to
lie down in the not-yet-
green grass with my
arms around myself.
There was glass on the sidewalk
which I
stepped in without
noticing. After I heard the crunch
I thought about taking a broken piece
and carving my arm — reminding
myself that using random
objects found in the road
was for freshman year.
Now, if I do it at all,
I use something a
bit more clean.
Domestic.
But hey, the glass was brown.
And yesterday was National
"Stop the Bullshit Day"
CATEGORY -- I AM ALONE AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN, 2004
By: Theodora
"It is pretty coherent." –Nikki
"Oh, that's too bad." –Ted
I feel so empty. Shivering.
The sun is shining. It's
warm and I want to
lie down in the not-yet-
green grass with my
arms around myself.
There was glass on the sidewalk
which I
stepped in without
noticing. After I heard the crunch
I thought about taking a broken piece
and carving my arm — reminding
myself that using random
objects found in the road
was for freshman year.
Now, if I do it at all,
I use something a
bit more clean.
Domestic.
But hey, the glass was brown.
And yesterday was National
"Stop the Bullshit Day"
CATEGORY -- I AM ALONE AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN, 2004
By: Theodora
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