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Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
8:10 pm
Petit, the Poet
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens--
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.

Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?

Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers--
Blind to all of it all my life long.

Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?

-Edgar Lee Masters, from The Spoon River Anthology, 1915
Friday, April 1st, 2005
2:13 pm
her stare goes from my hair to my toes
and I love it
her hands touch my ears
her lips to my neck
and I love every minute of it

she lives in my thoughts, gives me great joy
and I thank her
days are worth living
daylight shines brighter
and I thank god because I'm with her

we lie in our beds crying tonight
so far in love
missing you so, my
misfortunate dove
so far in distance from my dear love

I walk down the road talking to you
but you don't hear
I'm walking to you
I'm thinking so clear
but you don't need dwell. I'm almost here.
Sunday, January 30th, 2005
1:22 pm
one of the most difficult tasks for a poet to attack is to take a feeling, a deep feeling, a feeling that doesnt already have a simple word like 'love' or 'anger' or 'cold,' and express that feeling. this is especially hard for me... sometimes i am afraid to put these kinds of feelings into words for fear that the words in my mind will replace the feeling in my soul.

admit it, if single words were enough to express what we were actually feeling, we wouldn't feel this need to write poetry.

so for this exercise, try using a poem to express something for which you know no words. it can be an emotion that words dont do justice to, it can be a physical pain or pleasure so intimate that it seems like nobody could possibly understand it through words, it could be a color that only exists in your imagination... try to find the boundary of what words can describe and use your poem to transcend that boundary.

here's my attemptCollapse )
Saturday, January 15th, 2005
8:55 pm
where'd everybody go?
Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
2:49 am
18,00 Miles Per Hour
So I'm a jaded unbeliever
a political prisoner
of four more years in Jesusland.

That doesn't mean
I never wished
for faith, for the assurance
that I am part of something grand.

I've ached to feel the spin
the dizzy distortion
longed for the revelation
of revolution like wind
or wildflowers
like there's never been
a lesser or greater

and my voice stops
in a starry diner parking lot
as I am dumbstruck by the universe
and the gentle touch
of your hand on my shoulder

mysteries, my friend,
they're all mysteries
and inside I'm only stardust
scattered haphazardly
across an ever expanding sky.

Nights like these,
I want to stop existing.
to feel
the rush of gravity
at 18,000 miles...

Current Mood: moody
Friday, October 29th, 2004
3:45 pm
An Agnostic Moment
Maybe you're right
saying heaven exists,
suspended beyond
the clouds

and that I'm just
a contusion bruising
the burdened heart
of God.

Current Mood: contemplative
Wednesday, October 6th, 2004
10:09 am

Please join!!!
Monday, October 4th, 2004
4:46 pm
in-vis-a-girlCollapse )

Current Mood: pissed the fuck off
Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
2:46 am
nothing to say:
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Monday, September 27th, 2004
5:29 pm
#3...late i know but i still did it
second verse same as the first
my invisible wonderful little boy
why do i always seem to fall?
on my knees scraped by silhouettes of girls much more fair than i
scalped and hung on your wall
but shameful so hid in the basement
do i repulse you lying here naked like a bleeding dove
am i truly this contorted grotesque from the underbelly of adolescence
so can i even bee a girl?
is it possible i lack gender?
blubbering blob filled with unrequited love and my tiny heart beating too fast
wrapped in yarn from dismantled sweaters squealing like a trapped pig
never been kissed
and yet made up for that with taint of a different sort
what is it i lack or have?
you're so small why
Can't i fit in someones shirt pocket like some high-school fantasy girl
stoned and glittering and discreet
i step and speak so loud
strung out with wire.
Sunday, September 26th, 2004
11:56 am
pussy whipped prt 2.:

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Saturday, September 25th, 2004
10:27 am
Friday, September 24th, 2004
11:33 pm
8:32 pm
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2004
9:49 pm
A Real Boy Can Dream
Cut for your protectionCollapse )

Current Mood: contemplative
2:21 am
a walk down memories lame:
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Friday, September 17th, 2004
10:03 pm
New poet
i'm horrid and switched the first poem with one i liked better...i live on the edge.....

white tigers and black tarCollapse )

Current Mood: frolicking
2:00 pm
12:02 pm
I need to know how I can improve these

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Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
8:19 pm
Just a reminder...

You can put a short stanza or 3-4 lines to grab attention, but soon I will start deleting the long poems that people don't put behind cuts. Sorry, but it's in the rules.

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