Game of Tag |
The first player of this game starts with 6 weird things/habits about themselves and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 wierd habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly. In t...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 12:45:00 GMT |
Between the Sheets |
When I was lying
Between the warm sheets
Hands pressed into the
cold spots under the pillow
With the frigid air
pressed against my window
And its wind raving
About kicking away
The spring
I felt a sti...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:52:00 GMT |
Who I am |
Where I'm from
seems quite irrelevant
to me.
But maybe
to you
it matters.
Maybe
for you
its's a building block
for analysis.
For explaining
these thoughts
that leave my mind
and then fill pag...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:28:00 GMT |
Words |
The placement of words excites me.
It might be
the sounds when read aloud,
or the letters embedded proud
onto loose leaf sheets
or into sheets of granite
Aware the news we speak
through words, can rea...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:20:00 GMT |
In all Honesty (An effort, not the best, at masc. rhyme) |
What is the difference between right and wrong
Cause what I think I do right is wrong all along
I'm always confused; stuck in a bind
I'm too proud to say I am losing my mind
I don't take advantage; I ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 14:27:00 GMT |
Head Raised |
That pinnacle
that all encompassing
ever-reaching
self-defining
selective
pinnacle
whose point
insists it goes
in the correct direction
its challanging piety
presses against me
with smothering urgency...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 14:25:00 GMT |
Poem for A Girl |
Love.
It's a Motherfucker.
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 16:16:00 GMT |
Blank |
S l i p p e d through those widening cracks in my floor fell into that space in &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 14:29:00 GMT |
Too heavyhanded? |
A Conceit
I had always been accompanied by the friendly partnership of those I knew, loved, and felt a companionship with. I am a balloon. The comforting presence of the other red plastic globes was ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Dec 2005 02:16:00 GMT |
My Impotence |
My Impotence
I walk through a world
of heartless handshakes
isolated
on a crowded street
eyes on the ground
pocketed hands
snaking up now and then for my
cigarette
music to muffle
the busy, ta...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Nov 2005 07:43:00 GMT |
