buttonpoetry:

Want to get your poems published (and filmed!) by Button? Our third annual chapbook contest is about to start! Open submissions from July 15 - August 15. Winner receives a $250 cash prize, 50 author copies, and roundtrip travel to Minneapolis for a book release show filmed by Button! Check out our announcement video, and head to our website for more information. Contest is open to all ages and nationalities.

Pencil Icon

So yeah, there’s a Sailor Moon reboot.

All of the Sailor Scouts’ faces look the same.
It’s cute and all, and yeah, the storyline is closer to the original.
Yay.
But, as far as animation and art style are concerned,
they offered us Sailor Moon and gave us Archie.
Standardize their hair and they’re basically the same cookie-cutter person.
Am I the only one who’s kind of disappointed?

Pencil Icon

Hell’s Consultant

Let’s not get carried away here.
#25,682,467 out of 24 billion on the queue for today
and I don’t have time to be picky
Or analytical
Or facetious — I don’t have time to talk to you.

I know what used to be
But let’s talk about what is:
a never-ending sea of hellfire
millennia of bludgeoning and rape
emotional torture to the end of the end of your life —
and you say you’d rather this.
this is what you want. where you want.

i’m holding the pen.
sleek and black and boiling with power
it scalds my fingers with every touch but i endure
because this is my fate.
too many forged signatures
ruined accounts and casinos.
but at least, i was good at it.
so good, apparently, hell pulled me out of retirement.

now you’re standing below me in shackles
waiting for my judgment.

hell has gotten crowded, so I’m here to consolidate.
a tick of one box means eternal damnation,
the other means nothing.
darkness.
no opportunity for retribution,
i can never put you back where you belong.

no more hiking or business trips

no weekends, no drunken escapades,

no bills — no choices.

i never thought i’d see you here.

but let’s not get carried away.
ticking boxes can wait
i’m been meaning to ask you
all this time
how you’ve been.

What’s the symbolic meaning of the Statue of Liberty, again?

Santa Cruz, 2013

9 Plays

Source: SoundCloud / Aubrie L'rai Johnson

Santa Cruz, 2013

You’re dreaming of a beach you walked alone
Pouring from your fingers like granulated gold
There is nothing but time here.

Breezes too cool for swimming, sun too hot for standing still
It is here that you break your record
for the most times you’ve questioned your life choices
in a single day
Young couples playing hooky under a blue sky
Dogs bounding after tennis balls
and you, notebook in hand,
mouth half-hung like a neglected dresser drawer
It isn’t the most beautiful sunset,
but it’s the only one, really.

As lectures and electives shoot forward in time
like fusillades, shifts begin and end,
Interviews aced, resignations tendered,
As life burdens on
You’re standing penniless and breathless,
Ambition oozing from every pore at all the wonders you can make
from this sand, and those waves, and that notebook.

He’ll get out of class, come to take you home
And you’ll refuse to climb into the car
Tomorrow is Saturday.
You’re here for the next two days.
The sand pours through your fingers like granulated gold.
So what’s the rush.

You are nobody here.
And no one can take that from you.

http://ift.tt/1pRxfp2

Load more posts

Loading