Poem - Never Again (very new) |
Her thin fingers, perfect and painted
Curled around the trigger as her hands started to shake.
The man looked down at her
Lying in the leaves where he planned to have her,
Whether she want...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
Poem - Word (new) |
words cannot beforgotten.their words hold gluestick to this skin andI am a fly falling backwardswallowed by the dim,legs helpless in the air wings pinned.you cannot hear the murmur in the chaos, it hi...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 14:33:00 GMT |
Poem - Before and After (new) |
She had an ashtray heart when I found her
And she liked to paint her dolls with nail polish
Making funny faces like they were all
Going to a masquerade and they were all going to be famous
...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 18:33:00 GMT |
Poem - Edge Running (repost I think) |
No one told me, you seeNo oneWarned or cautioned orForced my decision to hesitate beforeI ran for the edge full speedReady to leap.And for one momentSecond minute, it seemedLike an hour forOnceI felt ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 12:11:00 GMT |
For UMF poetry class ENG211 |
For extra credit in my poetry class, I decided to observe some of my favorite poets performing their work and take notes on what they do before critiquing my own performance of a UMF Open Mic. There...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 18:41:00 GMT |
Poem - Shades of April (new) |
Shades of April
The first time I met her
She had these too-pink lips that matched
The color of her hair and she sat
Criss-cross-applesause
On the filthy carpet,
Painting her f...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 15:25:00 GMT |
Poem - Mother (new) |
My motherMy motherMy motherwhat happened to you?Daughters are supposed to know the story of their motherthe accidents behind each scarand the tears which followed each rip.Daughters are supposed to kn...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 13:04:00 GMT |
Poem - Ten Years Later (new) |
I forget what happened.I hold only moments that blur into raw emotion andI wonder just what drove him.I want to ask him.I want to know how he saw those days.I want to know if he too, changed.
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 06:56:00 GMT |
Poem - ghosts in the thorns (new) |
This rock that bench thatempty trail through the woodswhere only I would walk I won't be going there again. It reeks of everything I gave to youthe things I handed over becausesomethings must be given...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 11:34:00 GMT |
Poem - maybe the heart (new) |
The feel of your arms against my waist as we dance slowly inthe dark the park is silent and stilland the last dog walkers have left,leaving us the only people left in this little world.And there is so...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 11:18:00 GMT |
