New lovey dovey poetry =P |
Did you hear the rain last nightThat sparkled in the streetlightI could hardly see your faceCrystal tears rained down from the skyYou were so beautiful in that momentCrying silently in your tormentSof...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 17:22:00 GMT |
...and the clock went tick... |
She sat quite still in the gathering gloomAs she waited like a demon of impending doomShe watched the door for movements quickAnd her heart started racing and the clock went tickIn a moment she steadi...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 18:51:00 GMT |
Coulrophobia |
This is just the first draft. It gets very very choppy towards the end, but I'm in the process of rewriting it now; any comments or suggestions are welcome.Coulrophobia: fear of clowns.Matt awoke to a...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:44:00 GMT |
Acrylic |
I had wished it were watercolor,this painting swayed in strokes, brush-marksarrayed in motion, textured pathwaysof wall, ceiling, floor, window, dooreach a shade, each hue unmatched.I'd seen it before...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jan 2009 22:18:00 GMT |
A Poem To Explain |
When life surrounds with joy or sudden succumbs to pain,And speech deserts, like a desert deprived the rain When all about for insight, you turn and seek in vainStay a moment quiet, write a poem to ex...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:20:00 GMT |
...Poet... |
I, sometimes, call myself a poet and I care notWhat some may thinkI write, nay, expressI emote and I bleedDelving within, I seekAll the pain and greedHeartache may dwell In a jocular refrain; in ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 22:48:00 GMT |
Haikus |
Number 1
This is how I think--in seventeen syllablethoughts. I must be sick.
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Number 2
The process is strangeLearning just how to expressmy thoughts in three lines
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Number 3
If everyone cou...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 15:47:00 GMT |
Sublimity |
left it spoiled rotten written on a roll of click clack receipt papera poem - sort ofungraceful bic stain of blue scribblea pitiful myriad of clau...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 13:21:00 GMT |
The Moment in Time |
I gaspIn that split secondWhen the glassTumbles from my handAnd is slowly turning somersaultsIn a graceful arcTowards the floor.I can see the inevitable,Yet I am powerless to stop it.I can hear the so...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 16:45:00 GMT |
...Rain... |
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Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 22:58:00 GMT |
