Poetry by Watson ©

blinkiethejapanesefacefucker:

Is going to be at Terminal 5 in mid November… Holy shit. I really want to go. 

Let’s change that.

This poem is all over the place. Just so you can get an idea on what’s going on - the main character of the poem is a paranoid cynic with thoughts of suicide. He is on multiple drugs thus everything in the poem is paced like Hunter S. Thompson’s “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”.

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PAY ATTENTION! You have an tweleve minute attention span! / So within that time

I hope the camera pans around your living room making YOU the star of your own

television show!

Let go of those insecurities & expose yourself….Truman / I know your name may

not be Truman but damn me if that doesn’t sound just right! / How’s your eyes?

They dilated yet? Keep looking up! You’re a star! Show some confidence! / I know

about Becky and how you’re trying to swoon her through bad puns and a false love

for Emma Stone!

You blogged: “Easy A was a cleverly written film but Stone’s performance lacked

the raw essence of a true high school loner, never titilating emotion, for example

shown through Joseph-Gordon Levitt in “Brick”!”

So sit up and make eye contact with the audience! / Who you’ve known since your

debut on this planet, which was quite remarkable I must admit! / I know you’re

wondering when this show will start production but it already has kid! / Go on…

lean forward and try to change the channel! Guess what? I took out the batteries!

An act out of kindness of course! / This show is your subconscious being streamed

through your constant paranoia displayed through multiple social networking sites!

This show is the noose…in which…you’ll be hanging yourself…tonight

Cuz that’s good television!

Paper Man is SUCH a great film! For those who are a fan of Emma Stone, definitely check it out. It’s a heartwarming film about two polar opposites who grow close to each other. Emma Stone does probably her best work from what I’ve seen from her so far and Jeff Daniels is well….Jeff Daniels.

This is the most personal poem I’ve written in god knows how long.

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THEY SAY / saying something for a second time eases the nerves that tingle

Throughout your blood stream / but in my case / I’m here to air my dirty laundry

Not through metaphors / although her smile reminds me of that light placed above

You at the dentist office when you’re told to open wide / so they can proceed to

Stick you with a needle as if this were joke composed by that goofy white kid / who

Despite being laughed at – is going to succeed before little ol’ Susan / what comes

Next in that dentist chair is that metaphor I told you I wasn’t going to use / as my

Eyes begin to roll to back of my head / I recite lines about this gal as if she’s the

Mirror and instead of seeing I on the other side / I see her / unaware that I’m

Practicing not this poem but lines that my logic feel necessary / diluting the

Essene of “then and there” / she doesn’t respond because as I’m sure as you

All know is only a figment of imagination / which kids/ is something very

Important to hold onto / I’m looking at you Michelle Bachman / I continue

To release words I’ve poorly choreographed not yet ready for the spotlight /

It’s two weeks till the show and I say “fuck it” and tango with these emotions /

Not worrying about how I sound or whether or not I stutter / cu cu cu cuz you

See my new allies / I asked her specifically to this show / so she can hear what

I have to say / knowing this may lead to awkwardness afterwards but that’s a risk

Worth taking because like those before her / I created Niagara Falls….on my face

Without any engineering experience / knowing I was genuinely happy / not about

I could successfully produce 64,750 cu feet of water…from my eyelids / but

Knowing the simple thought of another human being / could enact such a reaction

/ If she’s still here I say thank you for listening to this confession in full / I’m sure

This may not end well leaving me terrified / I end…on this note / curious whether

Or not….you’ll subsidize.

So for some reason this vanished into the interweb’s black hole. As I stated before this is a poem about how we as humans, whether it’s intended or not, are narcissistic. For example, this tumblr account and my other social media sites are just fuel in the fire of that narcissistic camp. 

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Dialogue is key when it comes to introducing yourself to somebody foreign / within

your fave five / because if you don’t dive right in to conversation / you’re well…

considered an asshole, for not rolling in the deep on a topic that may or may not

interest you / just like this poem as I introvertly observe outside the cube we’ve

built on our days off.

In Conversation, did you know, some display fake sympathy about your lay off? /

cus’ they’re more interested in pictures of kittens, making it the upvote of their

day / In Conversation, some get away and b.r.b. to to the enchanted land that

leaves those still in conversation completely un-curious about their whereabouts /

cus’ well that person is not “I”, I being a keyword in conversation, because without

selfishness there is no conversation at all, just banter and moving lips - ironically

not the name of a pretentious band never spoken of…until now

In Conversation / very much like cow’s we moo at codewords such as “titanic”

a.k.a. “blowjob” to the male recipient cause things are about to GO DOWN/ In

conversation, bad puns such as that one are crucial if you aim for wit and stability/

In Conversation / from my observations / guys seem to only notice your ass &

“them tittays” / leading to a false story about how their dog “skip” died so he can

achieve pity sex

In Conversation / displayed through recycled Hollywood cliches females only care

about what’s next and whether or not he likes me / If you haven’t had to tell us “

I’m up here” than it’s a safe bet he likes you.

In Conversation folks, we are words not yet composed.