para la dia de san valentin

Wow yes it's Valentine's Day. I enjoy it just as much as the next guy, even if I'm not directly involved. Lots of my friends are happy and have gr8 days planned with their significant others! Sweet! And tomorrow will be Bargain Chocolate Day! Hell yes.

But the other day, I was thinking about this guy who really makes me mad, and then I wrote a really angry, bitter poem about it, and now I'm posting it here, today, in dedication to all the disgusting misogynists who will show their ugly mugs on this beautiful day. Enjoy, you horrendous sexists. Enjoy.
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Grass is green
Violets are blue
Holy shit—
I am sick of you

Roses are red
And so is your blood
I dream to push you down
Right in the mud

The sun is so hot
Your soul is so cold
And I’d like to meet the demon
To whom it’s been sold

Birds fly in the sky
Fish swim in the sea
You don’t even know
How sorry you’ll be

Yes, roses are red
No, violets ain’t blue
Just what did you think
You’d be able to do?

To sway my affections?
To win over my heart?
You’d be considered Picasso
If love were an art—

Not cool or unique
I mean, a total mess
Unlike L’Demoiselles d’Avignon
Your work is worth much less

You see women as nothing
More than a prize
So I see you as nothing
Just a boy to chastise

We are not your playthings
You can’t just trade us in
Put one girl in the dump
Take one out of the bin

The roses are dead
The violets are poo
I won’t be doing it
But seriously, fuck you

Found Poem

This could certainly be qualified as a dream of mine, though more in the aspiration for change sense rather than sleeping dreams.

The Agenda

“Dressing up for a safe environment?”

Sick.

Women:

Change global society

Debate policy
Prevail the costs 

Celebrate personality

Thrive on success

The perfect blend

Men, time for you:

Your required work? 

Be an ally

To be assistance to excellence

Out of sight recognition

My  fight

My exit speech

Make it a great day to be a woman

These are the words & phrases I found:
exit - the perfect blend - your work to - our edition - personal - debate - policy - superior - sick - others - global society - men - must be - women - personality - if it can fit - your photo - dressing up for - safe environment - required - celebrate - thrive on success - speech - change minds - my fight - seeing - costs - eligible - open - prevail the - intellectual growth - social - interests - aspirations - individuals - out of sight - recognition - excellence - guidance - personalize - time for you! - spirit - congratulations - assistance - for after - chicago - make it a great day to be a - be the change - change policies - ally 

Prompt #1: 5-line Poem

Cullen, I thought you said the poem could be about anything, not just Waking Life or dreams!
Well, whatever. Here's the proper assignment. But I'm keeping the other poem, too. :')

I Don't Like To Dream

i shot a man twice in the face with his own gun

after i had stabbed him in the stomach.

i could not move (horrified) 

paralyzed as i stared at my ceiling.

i couldn't flip the goddamn switch.

The Secret Sharer

This poem is based off of Joseph Conrad's story, The Secret Sharer, which we had to read in AP Lit. Aight:

The Secret Sharer
"I've killed a man," he said to me,

the secret sharer of my heart.

I clasped his hands tightly in mine

as we rocked the boat, before I let go,

whispering confidently, "Fit of temper."