Mediocrity

And here I am...speaking with my ridiculous accent(it's mostly french)...this is based on a real conversation between our two ravishing minds over a wine glass spin.
Read on darlings...
-Court.

If you are confused to can look to the key for answers.

Morals, the Berlin Wall, and Hitler are all one and the same(see key)...meaning men with moustaches have high morals, as do girls who have had a man with a moustache as an important figure in their life. Men with beards however have so many morals that all of their morals contradict each other, eventually liberating them.

Hitler, Lenin, and BJ were all born on April 20th (4:20). They work in a triangle with BJ(and his beard)on top, and Lenin and Hitler(with their moustaches)on the bottom. See below:

BJ

Lenin Hitler

Average people, we have decided, are much more important than intelligent people because we have beauty and that makes the world go round. Everyone loves us. We are like Raspberry and Blackberry Jam holding the Earth together. Obviously we are more important then those how you say?,stupid!, people...they are like blades of grass.

And Presenting... A New Poem By Courteney:

The Earth is like a pencil sharpener

An us, like pencils.

As we get older we are more and more sharp

Until we break.

We BREAK!

So we, the average people, are the jam holding the pencil sharpener together. The how you say?, stupid!, people are the mechanical pencils: you push on their heads and they get longer.

So here is how it goes: the beautiful people are like a jelly doughnut, with a hole in it, filled with Raspberry and Blackberry Jam. That doughnut is inside a tire swing, which is in a pool made with foam which is on top of a wagon. The wagon wheels over the grass as we sit on the top throwing out mechanical pencils like confetti. See below.

Jelly Doughnut With Hole.

(Filled With Raspberry[Ali]and Blackberry[Courteney] Jam)

^ We Are Throwing Mechanical Pencils^

--Inside Of--

Tire Swing

--Inside Of--

Pool Made Of Foam

--On Top Of--

Wagon

(Which Rolls Over The Blades Of Grass)

KEY:

Jam=Average But Beautiful People AKA Ali and Courteney

Blades Of Grass/Mechanical Pencils=How You Say?, Stupid!, People.

Pencil Sharpener=Earth

Hitler+Morals=Same Thing.They Both Stop People From Having Fun

Hitler=Moustaches=Morals

How Things Are Going To Be.

i know i've been posting alot (i really should get my own blog...i will eventually) but i 've been writing some fun stuff...like this new one.
-Court

And time passed.
So here we are.

Is this how things are going to be?

She took the last of your soul with her when she left.
Left alone, I sit, with you holding my hand.
Left alone, I sit.

Her lips leave me without a clue of what I am here to be.

With her I lost all control, but still I have the power.
You don't call me anymore.
I am certain you'll never leave me.
Cut ties were never something you could pull off properly.

Sometimes, staying is the best punishment you can give.

Her love has changed something in me.
I just can't look at you the same way that I did.
You are mine but I am no longer yours.
I won't ever leave you.
Walking away takes too much effort.

If you had picked your clothes up off the floor, it might have prevented this mess.

Things go on like always.
It is no longer important to spend my days trying to understand you.
Her words make mine feel empty.
And time passed.
So here we are.
Is this how things are going to be?

This is how things are going to be.

No One Else Understands

Throw me a pillow
Smother me beneath it
I’ll never admit
You’re stronger.

Tickle me on my neck…
Make me laugh.
Trace circles on my stomach…
Make me catch my breath.

Say that I’m ugly
I’ll call you fat…
But I know that you know
I want you.

Tell me you love me
I may say it back
You know how I feel
Despite silence.

Get angry with me
When I give you a look
The way that you care
Touches me.

Touch me
It sends shocks through me
Just like it did
The first time.

Leave me
I’ll wait for you…
You know you want me
Like I want you.

Play along
When I feel like being crazy
You’ll be rewarded
In the end.

Finish the song
That I’m singing
It always gets stuck
In our head.

Write love poems
That make so much sense…
At least to us…
No one else understands.

“You can’t make it!”
I beg to differ…
I think "we can"(to quote a great man)…
No one else understands.

Let Me

so i wrote a poem. it is not just about sex i dont think, there is something more there...i'm not sure what it's about...but it poured out of me(at one in the morning conveiniently enough *rolls eyes*...one of the easiest poems i have ever written...i'm psyched to be writing again. enjoy...
i love you all and i know you love me...the one, the only...Courteney! (i'm a poet and i know it)


Let Me

tonight.
let me
be as nasty
as i can be.

all these dirty
thoughts… crawling,
on their hands and knees,
inside of me.

clawing at my
eyes, lips, ears, and mind,
telling me to bring them
to life.

tonight.
let me
say yes
to them all.

everything
that is so wrong…
you make me
crave.

my world
is in reverse:
what’s wrong is now right,
what’s right is wrong.

tonight.
let me
do things
you’ll never forget.

tell me
that it is wrong
that makes it even
better.

if i go there
how am i ever
going to
stop?

tonight.
let me
touch you
everywhere.

wanting everything,
wanting only you,
wanting everything,
wanting only you.

jealousy, emptiness,
love…
such love,
desire, need.

tonight.
let me
make you
my fantasy.

i think of it,
i picture it,
i crave it,
STOP ME!
[ah, but then i stop you]

take me,
take me,
i am forever,
only yours.

tonight.
let me
become a part
of you.

i yearn, i long, i wait,
i feel so exquisitely,
randomly,
beautiful.

i am everything.
you are nothing.
i am nothing without you
…and so you are everything.

tonight.
let me
reverse
your world.

love me always,
make me wild,
make me scream,
love me always.

i want everything
but i am only yours,
waiting until…
this too shall pass.

tonight.
let me
let you
give in to it all.

i am so scared.
i am so anxious.
i am so willing.
i am so happy.

i want it all…
but i cannot say it.
these thoughts keep clawing
from inside of me.

tonight.
let me
make them
our reality.

Farewell sweet love!

Well it's a silly little poem, no masterpiece requiring skill or talent... but I find it funny.
So there.


My pen is deep blue,
It writes an Eulogy.
I am deeply blue too,
I write this Eulogy:

Farewell sweet love!
When push came to shove,
you, love did save me.
Now your cinders to sea,
For you, love have left
And I am completely bereft.

But ink will dry up
And so shall my tears.
I commit my tale to paper,
And will recall wisdom
To change the chosen weapon.

Quote The Pen is Mightier
than the Sword UnQuote
But the pencil shall biodegrade
and its commital not so remote.

My Pencil is blunt
And so am I.
Its dexterity to erase,
To change,
To mend,
To improve
And I am dexterous too.

Choice to change my weapon,
To change my story,
And to erase you quite from it,
To cleanse the sea
Of the dirt I threw in, my lament.

To mend you from ashes of the ocean...

To eraser flakes.

-Ali