February 2012
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he’s standing in the shadow of the doorway and he asks, “you ready?”
tell you the truth, i was far from ready. always far from ready. but i said, “yes,” anyway, eagerly and brightly, because i wanted him to smile at me, i wanted him to love me. he said, “good,” but did neither and instead turns away, letting the darkness mask his face. (never count on ski...
“writing is catharsis.”
– but not love.
October 2011
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lot's wife.
salt and sand, of pillars and melancholy; carve in grace notes, centuries’ longing caught red- handed. you’ll see, love is but fleeting, broken. wise men have spoken;
i remain so unimpressed. pithy is the thought it conquers, though weary — he is right in saying she was beautiful for looking back. better than nothing.
July 2011
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the glory days are over. just you and i, now.
even if i could
write my love for you in tongues
so eloquently
nothing could encompass the
sheer beauty of your love.
April 2011
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lololol what was i thinking when i wrote half this...
I MAINTAIN THAT MY SAPPHICS ARE RATHER GOOD, THOUGH. if you (aka anna) read anything, it should be the sapphics:
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January 2011
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l’espirit de l’escalier.
You promised to take me to the park but you never came.
This morning at 4am the sun still hadn’t come out yet and I was looking at a spread of tarot cards. I flipped one from the deck – ten of swords. The card face shows a man face-down in the grass ten swords stabbed through his back. I shuddered.
What if the ghosts come for me?
Years later this might be one of those “ha-ha” stories, one of those...
December 2010
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from psyche to eros (with love).
nothing brought you back. not the rainstorms, even
cries of roaring gorges fell deaf upon your
ears. why, gods must shout and revel in relish -
laughing in aeternum et ultra. bitter.
waiting in folly.
November 2010
2 posts
“If you can not be a poet, be the poem.”
– David Carradine (via kari-shma)
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the marathon for the ages.
after running miles for decades all noise
stopped. there wasn’t anyone alive to praise you.
hold the world up, no one applauds. you pass the
faces once so greedy for victors, blank now,
waving valediction. forever numb. they
are but shadows. bring them the flame, they spit on
tombstones, foolish aching for death. so be it.
you’ll abandon the world.
October 2010
24 posts
"the universe? that's lame and overrated."
“no, wrong. the universe is full of stars.”
what disappoints me most is that you never even...
perfect picture.
in my dreams wherever they might be wherever we might be i am sitting across from you at the diner and you have this look in your eyes like you don’t know how to be around me and read the menu as i take pictures of the salt&pepper shaker, napkin holder, packets of sugar, snap snap snap snap. then i look up at you and you are still awkwardly reading the menu and i look at you through...
i bet when aliens really do receive our message in...
true story.
a naani in the middle of the night
bang bang go the clubs
even raging close
to 5AM; the city
never sleeps.
human evolution
i wonder how many
defunct prototypes God
had to throw out
before creating
“man.”
poetry.
ironically there is beauty and spontaneity to be found even in the strictest forms. because it is when you write in iambic pentameter, or in trochees and dactyls, that give rise to some of the most beautiful combination of words that once seemed impossible in such rigor. yet it is there, yet it sets you free.
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the most beautiful of love,
in my humble opinion, is not what is labeled as romantic love. it is the love between two people, regardless of romance, who connect on a spiritual level, whose souls bolster each other positively, whose hearts for each other are filled with an endless happiness. love is looking in the other person’s eyes and accepting; it is strength of that bond no matter what you do or however far you go....
sats: done and done.
college board: it’s you, not me.
this is a horrible poem, but oh well.
a human anatomy lesson
blood marches left right left right
through your capillaries
like sentries on dead graveyard shifts
carrying them back to life
[your heart, they say, is the size
of a fist, so why can’t you take it to
the knock-out round?
why so easy to give out like
a downed fighter in a boxing ring?
it pumps and pumps but what for
when it gets broken by the one you gave...
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a sapphic that’s not quite a sapphic
Friend, you’ve never backstabbed me, even when the
arrows rained from heavenly skies and took your
breath to distant places, Apollo’s creed that
fell upon your quivering body. Now I
weep in stanzas that fill my
.
soul with only many regrets, like how the
sun would shine but all I could see was beauty,
yours surpassing all, yet a fool that let the
tides destroy the light of day –...
beautiful faces, beautiful spaces
this is what i will never understand: how you made a girl fall in love with you with a touch of the hand.
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keats is my favorite poet because of this stanza.
and many, many other beautiful stanzas.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic...
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to my chocolate shake
the chocolate shake you
made on a whim tastes
awful, but milk costs 10
bucks a gallon these days
so, nose pinched, you
down it anyway
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paris, je t’aime
dum dum dum i feel like a word processor
but i really wanna be a typewriter
in Paris
on a hot muggy day
.
it is there that
i hear the poetry of everyday words
escape in a gasp like,
“aaaaahhh!“
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3AM and chemistry is starting to make no sense
heat of fusion,
heat of vaporization,
crystallized solids -
to be honest, who the fuck even
gives a damn?
the only heat i want
is the fusion
between our two bodies
on a late Wednesday night
(the only thing i want
to vaporize is your breath;
the only crystallization i want
is the solid pulse of
your heart)
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officially contracted carpal tunnel syndrome from,...
yeah. my left hand is that useless. :P
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an elegy, a dirge for my sensibility
oh, sensibility, throughout thy short life, thou were a smart one
intelligent, loved by all, strolling the boardwalk calmly when
along with conscience, at a ripe young age hacked down
cruelly by the the axes of refusal; fiend!
refusal to listen to good sense, to listen to your mother
to listen to all the bards of errors past, and oh -
how the world mourns your untimely passing.
revolutions...
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i know this is a vast understatement, but writing...
i apologize, keats, shakespeare.
http://spacegazing.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/the-first-round-is-a-go/