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Saturday, April 7, 2007

Tiger

Tiger 8/4/07 Tiger eyes Gave me some time to play He played with my mind More than I ever played with his body But oh he was interesting For the short time he cast his spell He stalked and prowled Hide and seek Slipping behind the shadows An unknown quantity Even a little bit to himself. He wasn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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College years

College years 8/4/07 I swam in a haze of substances Shots of tequila A cigarette in my hand I took long drags from the cigarette Filled my ever-hungry stomach with food I avoided tomorrow. I avoided the voices of authority They screamed down the telephone line at me Of bankruptcy And obligations.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Crazy love

Crazy love 7/4/07 What is this That I would Walk away from my vows Push aside stones so carefully laid A house built on love What is this That I would Start from scratch Beg, borrow, Steal you away So that I can be in your presence Feel the vibration of your electricity Look into your eyes Drink you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 6, 2007

Wisdom

Wisdom 6/4/07 The wisest ones I have known Speak fondly Of the joys of the past Without questioning Why those joys don’t last Sign in to see full entry.

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Ted's latest poem made me think of an old one I wrote...

Untitled and written in August 2002 (I think?), during a years long poetic drought... and you people walk on my dreams like a rug my dreams are worthless because they'll never materialize yes, so i never wanted it enough to go after it some dreams were never meant to become reality some things are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Old

Old 6/4/07 Cobwebs creep into my mind My joints calcify But I am not old. I feel time passing I slow and grind to a halt I watch, I am an observer But do I act? Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 5, 2007

Inspiration

I'm not terribly inspired, but I thought I'd better write about what's on my mind, lest I let it go and not come back to writing for a long, long time. My mom and dad are what is on my mind lately, hence the poems. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sacrifice

Sacrifice 5/4/07 Mom said she sacrificed for us Mom says it’s all about her now The implication, She never had one day for herself. But her actions spoke louder Her resentment slowly bubbled I knew I was a problem. Her emotions, my responsibility. Her pain, my problem. Martyrs give gladly. She was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dad

Dad 5/4/07 A child curls up and hides Puts on a mask And switches off To the screaming monster. The screaming monster persists And the child is lost and lost And lost. My dad swallowed a handful of pills, Reason was finally lost. He says it was a mistake now, But is that just the adult talking Is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Mom

Mom 5/4/07 Mom can you hear me? You’re turning a knife You don’t even know You’re oblivious Your mind wanders, like mine does. Your eyes were glazed Now your heart is too. While you cocoon yourself Away from me You are needed. You turn away and deny You’re on a treadmill Like a junkie, you can’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry intended to relieve the dissonance in my head and my heart, but meant to be read by others, as poetry just for myself isn't cutting it for me anymore. I'm taking the plunge, and looking for feedback. And wondering if there's anybody out there.

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