Latest Posts by tacoboy013 - Page 2

Title: All that you love will be carried away.

Artist: Local Idiot (self)

Do you ever think that if a dog sees a seal sunbathing on the rocky shore he would think, "Holy shit! A mermaid!"?

I am from Maize

and the Morning Glory

whose silent bent heads

bring memories of

obedient wives.

I am from pensive

and the introverts,

from fear and leather belts,

whose proud strikes

bruises bloom,

and the flowing crimson

tastes of copper.

I am from lands

where frail leaves

refuse to change

whose wilted and stunted

vines still remember

the mother root.

and the death of great women

whose stories remain

untold.

Sugar, Spice, n Everything Nice.

That's what girls are made of.

I'll not waste good chapstick,

on bad kisses anymore.

My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.

Her science holds up.

The Sun doesn't concern herself,

with the other stars in the sky.

She is too busy lighting up the world.

She says, I love you

but what she really says is,

"tell me you love me."

My silence

does not sit well with her

Like Eve of Eden

she suddenly becomes aware

of her own nakedness,

fashioning clothes out of bedsheets

pulling them towards herself

with a hint of disdain.

I don't blame her,

her reaction is justified.

I have been in her place before.

Screams of the city,

after autumn rains,

fills my heart,

if only for a moment.

City lights,

so unique.

sidewalks,

mostly the same.

I've forgotten where exactly.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!

Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Medium: Digital Camera

Artist: Local Idiot

I don't think our love was like any storybook,

We worked like cold, clinically drafted plans.

She told me exactly what she needed to build foundations, as I did for her.

And we both learned to be architects along the way.

We learned to read instructions written in two different languages, the hidden meaning of gestures.

Reenforcing weakness and learning failure points.

It may not be as exciting as any great book but I know what it will look like in the end.

.... because she comes with a troubleshooting section.

The stains of human history

can never be erased,

only masked over until tolerable.

I once lived a very Eeyore-ian life. Now I am tickled pink at the absurdity of it all. The contradictions and hypocriticals of living an authentic life.

I crave you like carbs.

And all the salts of your body.

Her beauty was as rare as counting to infinity.

Exponential in grace.

Equal parts predictable to irrational and a dash of paradoxical.

But still she contained all the answers to the universe if one just cared to do the math.

She has phases like the moon,

each wax and wane equally predictable.

I live by a lunar calendar.

Joke

I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"

Short Poem

She set sail from the harbor on the last remaining ship, she had burnt all the rest.

I couldn't blame her. I understood why she did it,

as I stood on the shore with all my baggage in hand.

My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*

"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."

Pentameter Alexandrine

No one is beautiful,

Like she is beautiful.

Of number twos.

Some may not give a shit (or two).

Others may take a shit.

Me, I often have a shit,

when people sometimes lose their shit.

Coffee thought.

Why aren't cookies called, Bakies? You don't cook them, you bake them.

Idea.

If I was Burger King I'd make a better Whopper and call it The Whoppest.