100 THINGS THAT WONT REALLY MATTER BUT DESPERATELY NEED TO BE SAID by Lexi Roberts


                People do so many things to fit in: crawling into cocoons to become butterflies. Everything is beautiful in different ways. This is the prism effect. While it appears to be a basic ray of light there are many components coming together. A person needs to be this: many pieces, neither one particularly memorable, coming together into something extraordinary. Life is full of this kind of thing. Fitting in doesn’t need to be a thing. Millions of groups exist in the world each one can accept people for who they are. Lexi finds it weird the things people do just to seem part of the crowd.

                Up in the heavens is where Lexi wants to be. Climbing brings people up in a literal and metaphorical. From high up she can see everything. From high up she feels better. Looking at her reader she wants to climb them, despite the fact she does not know their height. Out of the readers’ eyebrows are ferns. Clearly the reader needs to trim or at least thread their eyebrows. Bushy eyebrows are one thing. But it is quite different when literal trees grow out of eyebrows. Tree-hugging is fine. Tree-fucking though is looked down upon in society. 

                Sighs are not answers. When a person sighs that person knows they are defeated. The breath counts as a shrug of the shoulders, a disappointing uncertainty. Nothing is as sad as eating broccoli. Little baby trees being consumed is a terrible thing. What if that broccoli grew up to become a great big tree that all the forest creatures could live in? The broccoli could have been somebody, a contender, instead being passed through someone’s bum. 

                Computers are unable to be digested. This is saddening. Lexi spends a lot of time with her computer. People enjoy interacting more on computers than in real life. Real life has no edits, no apologies. It hurts. Real life can be a sad place. Online people can create new identities. To determine if anyone is behind the screen Lexi pushes her face right next to the computer screen. Nobody appears to be on the other side. The internet is less an information superhighway and more a dirt road, to pick up the occasional hitchhiker with a sharp wit. 

                Tears are a part of life. Un-crying tears is impossible. Technology just isn’t there yet. Even if it were un-crying does nothing since the hurt would still be the same. Lexi understands this as she collects tears. Crying silently is a part of life. One moment everything is fine. Next moment it is crying time. Landscapes pass by. Memories come up. During the crying time additional usually forgotten elements of life come up, hopes get dashed, and only a tissue can save. Keeping tears in a glass jar is a good way to end up with a lot of salt. 

                Decay rules. Clean looks are boring. Seeing the gradual aging of things is wonderful. In age things can become beautiful. What might have been completely bland upon inception grows beautiful with each bit of rust, a wrinkle, or slight fading away of color. Things are made the same. How they are used and how they weather the environment depends. No one thing decides it. Rather it is a series of events. Gradually the exterior is peeled away revealing the beautiful sad interior, like an onion. 

                Lexi crawls into a stomach. She needs somewhere to hide. Inviting her beloved one to simply ‘eat her up’ the beloved one brings her into the stomach. While there she sees all the butterflies that flutter about whenever they talk together. Her butterflies look the same as his butterflies. All nervous butterflies are the same: monarch butterflies searching for a happy home. The butterflies come about after puberty, after there’s something at stake besides foolish friendship. Love is forever, friends are forgotten. 

                Bacteria kiss all the time. Bacteria love the lives of others. Without others there would be no bacteria. Hurting enough to get what they need bacteria are the best moochers. Sure they disturb real animals with real jobs. That’s fine though. Nature needs little pests. Pests provide a certain level of worry in every part of the animal kingdom. Hence the carefree attitudes can be taken away at a sneeze, at a cough, or really anything. Bacteria are a bad mamma jamma stopping at nothing. 

                When it ends the reader discovers the beauty of Lexi’s world. All the tree trunks who gave their lives to become rings, all the climbs up the Sears Tower, it was all worth it. Lexi wants to love people. With these poems Lexi opens up her soul just a crack more, to let in the light.

100 THINGS THAT WONT REALLY MATTER BUT DESPERATELY NEED TO BE SAID by Lexi Roberts

                People do so many things to fit in: crawling into cocoons to become butterflies. Everything is beautiful in different ways. This is the prism effect. While it appears to be a basic ray of light there are many components coming together. A person needs to be this: many pieces, neither one particularly memorable, coming together into something extraordinary. Life is full of this kind of thing. Fitting in doesn’t need to be a thing. Millions of groups exist in the world each one can accept people for who they are. Lexi finds it weird the things people do just to seem part of the crowd.

                Up in the heavens is where Lexi wants to be. Climbing brings people up in a literal and metaphorical. From high up she can see everything. From high up she feels better. Looking at her reader she wants to climb them, despite the fact she does not know their height. Out of the readers’ eyebrows are ferns. Clearly the reader needs to trim or at least thread their eyebrows. Bushy eyebrows are one thing. But it is quite different when literal trees grow out of eyebrows. Tree-hugging is fine. Tree-fucking though is looked down upon in society. 

                Sighs are not answers. When a person sighs that person knows they are defeated. The breath counts as a shrug of the shoulders, a disappointing uncertainty. Nothing is as sad as eating broccoli. Little baby trees being consumed is a terrible thing. What if that broccoli grew up to become a great big tree that all the forest creatures could live in? The broccoli could have been somebody, a contender, instead being passed through someone’s bum. 

                Computers are unable to be digested. This is saddening. Lexi spends a lot of time with her computer. People enjoy interacting more on computers than in real life. Real life has no edits, no apologies. It hurts. Real life can be a sad place. Online people can create new identities. To determine if anyone is behind the screen Lexi pushes her face right next to the computer screen. Nobody appears to be on the other side. The internet is less an information superhighway and more a dirt road, to pick up the occasional hitchhiker with a sharp wit. 

                Tears are a part of life. Un-crying tears is impossible. Technology just isn’t there yet. Even if it were un-crying does nothing since the hurt would still be the same. Lexi understands this as she collects tears. Crying silently is a part of life. One moment everything is fine. Next moment it is crying time. Landscapes pass by. Memories come up. During the crying time additional usually forgotten elements of life come up, hopes get dashed, and only a tissue can save. Keeping tears in a glass jar is a good way to end up with a lot of salt. 

                Decay rules. Clean looks are boring. Seeing the gradual aging of things is wonderful. In age things can become beautiful. What might have been completely bland upon inception grows beautiful with each bit of rust, a wrinkle, or slight fading away of color. Things are made the same. How they are used and how they weather the environment depends. No one thing decides it. Rather it is a series of events. Gradually the exterior is peeled away revealing the beautiful sad interior, like an onion. 

                Lexi crawls into a stomach. She needs somewhere to hide. Inviting her beloved one to simply ‘eat her up’ the beloved one brings her into the stomach. While there she sees all the butterflies that flutter about whenever they talk together. Her butterflies look the same as his butterflies. All nervous butterflies are the same: monarch butterflies searching for a happy home. The butterflies come about after puberty, after there’s something at stake besides foolish friendship. Love is forever, friends are forgotten. 

                Bacteria kiss all the time. Bacteria love the lives of others. Without others there would be no bacteria. Hurting enough to get what they need bacteria are the best moochers. Sure they disturb real animals with real jobs. That’s fine though. Nature needs little pests. Pests provide a certain level of worry in every part of the animal kingdom. Hence the carefree attitudes can be taken away at a sneeze, at a cough, or really anything. Bacteria are a bad mamma jamma stopping at nothing. 

                When it ends the reader discovers the beauty of Lexi’s world. All the tree trunks who gave their lives to become rings, all the climbs up the Sears Tower, it was all worth it. Lexi wants to love people. With these poems Lexi opens up her soul just a crack more, to let in the light.

Organic Lung by Lexi Roberts



                Lexi Roberts begins it by questioning the choice to write. Few are selected for that highest calling. Many perish in the attempt. Here Lexi worries about her birth certificate. Those things are official. Various governmental and mystical beings work together to determine the living stipulations. Back in 1994, the high time of American culture, she had it put on her birth certificate? Should Lexi ignore the document? Yes, she’s already been born. Whatever she has done with her life cannot be taken away. Lexi’s contribution to society consists of social media, PDFs, aka she’s living the dream. And no governmental official is going to stop her, not now not ever. 

                Things are in her head. Originally found on the pavements of New York City they’ve made their way into her little noggin. What are the things? Gum, various bits of debris, small bills, loose change, these things can be seen in her mind. In fact her head is different from a normal head. Her head is a bucket head. Now she is infringing on the rights of some anonymous California guitar bro (buckethead) but that guy is a loser. She’s better than him. That guy wears a chicken bucket. She’s classier. Hers is a traditional metal bucket. 

                Leaves are the dead children of trees. Sympathetic Lexi understands the plight of the trees. Every autumn and winter the trees lose all their leave. The pines keep their but nobody likes pine trees. Pine trees are the YUPPIEs of the tree world. People get it, that pine trees are better than every other tree just because they have an MBA, just because they have seen their career advance. Many trees never make it beyond entry level. Lexi dedicates this poem to those underachieving trees, the kind of trees represented on the hit-losing series ‘Freaks and Geeks’.

                Poor leaves are kept up in Lexi’s attic. Attics are pretty rich. What’s nicer is Lexi’s hot tub. Clearly Lexi lives life pretty large. Americans generally lack the hot tub lifestyle. So while Lexi worries about leaves she’s up there warming up in her hot tub. Perhaps some of the dead leaves would like to hang out in a hot tub too. It is hard to say. Many leaves lack the ability to talk. Some leaves do talk in colors, in golden browns, reds, and oranges. They are the appointed representatives of leaves. The appointed representatives of leaves want Lexi to consider the leaves, that’s all. Lexi is the savior of leaves.               

Organic Lung by Lexi Roberts

                Lexi Roberts begins it by questioning the choice to write. Few are selected for that highest calling. Many perish in the attempt. Here Lexi worries about her birth certificate. Those things are official. Various governmental and mystical beings work together to determine the living stipulations. Back in 1994, the high time of American culture, she had it put on her birth certificate? Should Lexi ignore the document? Yes, she’s already been born. Whatever she has done with her life cannot be taken away. Lexi’s contribution to society consists of social media, PDFs, aka she’s living the dream. And no governmental official is going to stop her, not now not ever. 

                Things are in her head. Originally found on the pavements of New York City they’ve made their way into her little noggin. What are the things? Gum, various bits of debris, small bills, loose change, these things can be seen in her mind. In fact her head is different from a normal head. Her head is a bucket head. Now she is infringing on the rights of some anonymous California guitar bro (buckethead) but that guy is a loser. She’s better than him. That guy wears a chicken bucket. She’s classier. Hers is a traditional metal bucket. 

                Leaves are the dead children of trees. Sympathetic Lexi understands the plight of the trees. Every autumn and winter the trees lose all their leave. The pines keep their but nobody likes pine trees. Pine trees are the YUPPIEs of the tree world. People get it, that pine trees are better than every other tree just because they have an MBA, just because they have seen their career advance. Many trees never make it beyond entry level. Lexi dedicates this poem to those underachieving trees, the kind of trees represented on the hit-losing series ‘Freaks and Geeks’.

                Poor leaves are kept up in Lexi’s attic. Attics are pretty rich. What’s nicer is Lexi’s hot tub. Clearly Lexi lives life pretty large. Americans generally lack the hot tub lifestyle. So while Lexi worries about leaves she’s up there warming up in her hot tub. Perhaps some of the dead leaves would like to hang out in a hot tub too. It is hard to say. Many leaves lack the ability to talk. Some leaves do talk in colors, in golden browns, reds, and oranges. They are the appointed representatives of leaves. The appointed representatives of leaves want Lexi to consider the leaves, that’s all. Lexi is the savior of leaves.