blog and journal |
As I am in school now, i dont have as much time to check myspace as i did before...so i have consolidated and i have a website with my blogs and poetry now, if you want to know more, email, and will g...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
be happy |
Tibetan BuddhismLast nite i went to hear a lama talk about buddhismhe was beautiful, spiritual, full of knowledgemy boyfriend had gone to him a few yrs ago, and loved listening to himi wanted to go an...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
another one... |
Did You Know after the afterwhat it felt like?tumbling through spaceashes burnt long enoughthat I forgot your smellonly I remember the Band-Aidon your left nipple the morningof your death, the way you...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Sep 2008 03:01:00 GMT |
snippets |
Regret is the color a blood spattered after the razor's raw edge went a little to the left of yesterdayRegret is the sight of death for the first time;my grandfather stomped a baby bird, mouth open wi...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 20:55:00 GMT |
today... |
Kahlil Gibran: ... joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your Dorothy Parker: As only New Yorkers k...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 17:14:00 GMT |
another new one |
Lets Meet At The Corner Of Death And DesireIYou are invisible, yet I know your scentthough I forgot to attach my nostrilsmy ears are inside out and my left eye issomewhere on Main Street or maybe it...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:54:00 GMT |
oz |
OzI used to play BarbiesTake their heads pop them off and make themfuck each other headlessKen didnt have a dickI painted one onThen threw him in the closetThe wicked witch settles down on her...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 16:36:00 GMT |
attempt at prose poem |
Love At First SightWe met over coffee and peppermint chewing gum. He was wearing a fedora, charcoal slacks, the kind my grandfather used to wear, eyes the color of the ocean just before a storm. ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
another poem |
America Needs More Sugar In Her DietFifty dead in Iraq the headlines sayA fire in the Bronx; mother and son asphyxiated, one firefighter fell throughsix stories, shattered twenty-two vertebraecannot b...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 10:58:00 GMT |
poetry edits |
More poetry edits...Toxic LoveWe were Frankenstein and his monsterWe knew how to push each otherEggshells pierced with razorsYou put my heart in the blenderwith vodka and tobascoSaid it would make for...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:03:00 GMT |
