my lover’s fingers and toes |
count the years of your life using yourfingers and toesand when you run outfind yourself a loverto count the remainder.i often dream of those two hands that will healthe pain I have fealtin this past ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:54:00 GMT |
Coming to Terms |
Decorate your face with a smileand let's pretend it's halloween for the night.I'll dress up in indifferenceand pretend I don't give a fuck,that way we can go trick-or-treating together hand-in-handand...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:16:00 GMT |
Miracle on 33rd and M Street |
i wish the hole on your face you call mouthwas actually the peep-holewound on your heartthat way I could kiss you air-tightuntil the bleeding stoppedlike a broken wrist-watchwhose arms froze at 11:05y...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 12:16:00 GMT |
Bungee-Jumping |
When I jumped off the ledgeI prayed for my wings to turn to heavy metalso that when I hit the ground my body would break.Like a b-boy ending his routine in a suicide,I landed straight on my back;smack...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
Letter to Daddy Yankee |
On August 25th, the reggaetón artist, Daddy Yankee, publically endorsed Senator John McCain for president of the ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />United St...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:20:00 GMT |
Poem for Albert Einstein |
Angelus Silesius, a sixth-century poet, said:..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
"Time is of your own making;
Its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 19:02:00 GMT |
Choose Carefully |
Word.
I just said the word 'word' three times, but each version of that word is
distinct,
independent
and powerful
if used correctly. ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
The Wannabe Poet (unfinished) |
The Wannabe Poet is easy to point out. He or she is the one who wins poetry slams and thinks that that makes them worthy of the title "poet." As if the opinion of five random people who know absolutel...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:01:00 GMT |
Won’t Your Heart Come Out and Play? |
Why do you choose to lock your heart inside your chest,close the blinds and inject yourself with cancer,make Doubt your religion and Slander, your God?Now it seems as if your faith has withered into e...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
For the real poets |
This is for the real poets. The abandoned,single motherswho write love poemsin the form of smileson their childrens’ faces,replacing lyrical deviceswith true metaphorical magic such aspreparing ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:22:00 GMT |
