Ben Jameson Writings |
The jester
By the end of the party the clown's makeup was smearing heavy and he danced over the sitting children like a late sun falls in clouds that are black. His tape slowed and he noticed the cloc...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 02:38:00 GMT |
More Julia Gray |
My Infinite Me
My dad never existed that is my reality.
Although he lived until I was 20.
I perceived reality more
clearly once he was dead.
Reality is that he never existed and none
of us do.
We ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:07:00 GMT |
. . . yet even more Julia Gray |
Saturday at the Berkeley Public Library
It is saturday at the Berkeley Public Library
i stood outside for a while having arrived a few minutes early
with the rest who had apparently done the same
and ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
Julia Gray Continued . . . |
I Am (Face Yourself) II
I AM myself
I AM alone
I AM split on the
verge of division
I AM unsure
I AM only sure of
wanting a friend
Where is my inner friend?
She is gone she got mad
at me and left
...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
Julia Gray Writings |
A Humanitarian’s Dilemma
Is there ultimate truth
and can we excuse one evil because it is the lesser of two?
When we all feel the same
can we then say we are the same?
Human
is the only label I...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:45:00 GMT |
Aussie Bridger - Writings |
"Traveling Mind"We've been over land . . .We've been under seas . . .We've been through the skies . . .We've reached into Infinity . . .Yet still we long to be,Just waiting to be . . .The time that wa...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:31:00 GMT |
Derek Foster |
The Iris of Osiris I stare into the iris of Osiris Virus pupil am eye I dare to death defy Die not am I caste But meant to roll everlast My mast is vast Full sail it Styx Charon hast bewail...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 18:12:00 GMT |
Jared Shoupe - Writings |
Jared Shoupe - assembled short writingsThe wound that never healsThe pleasure I seek and never feelJust brings frustration and mental dysenteryAnd destroys the rest as it dribbles down****************...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
real talk writings. |
by
libby morphy
Coast Camp
papaya sunsets fade away
beneath wasabe pea moonlight
bathing the coast with luminesence
glowing as it hits your skin
climbing rocky rainbows
an...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:21:00 GMT |
Alex Wilhelm - Writing |
Circumstances As I left main street, I saw this man digging through a garbage can. I figured him for another homeless with all pride lost in desperation. As I came closer, I...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 09:55:00 GMT |
