Sad Has No Face |
No frown, that upside down smile, no grin or leer,no open mouthed surprise, no made-up model eyes,no life of the party, or wallflower, no football heronor beauty queen. Sad has no face; no minute or h...
Posted by Lori Williams on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 06:22:00 PST |
if I say good bye for awhile, I want to say - Revised |
I love it here, I do. But I met my soulmate here...and we had to say good bye. See Fire and Ice. Being here now is like going to the place you met the person you love, after it's over, and waitin...
Posted by Lori Williams on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 03:36:00 PST |
Fire and Ice |
it's fire. where you're concerned.match dot com. who got burned.strike the box. ten pins over.slick fucking lanes. in the gutter.there's no one else. all out of words.no future to go back to. that's a...
Posted by Lori Williams on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 06:27:00 PST |
POEMS FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE EVENT |
Hi guys,
I am reposting my friend ruby aka puma's bulletin here, because it is an important cause. Please read and look through your work, and if you have anything appropriate, please send ...
Posted by Lori Williams on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 04:35:00 PST |
Still Me |
I don't have to use your words for my poem, love. I have enough of my own. If there is anything cheap in life, it is our words. I know we are both poor. So, we talk, as we hav...
Posted by Lori Williams on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 04:06:00 PST |
Anniversary |
Yesterday, my mother was dead 28 years,and you, three days. I cried for you both,people I loved and lost. She now is bone;that awful skeletal face we see on forensic TV,
big teeth in an eternal s...
Posted by Lori Williams on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:36:00 PST |
Your Name Upon My Tongue |
I shall try not to cry, nor think abouthow simple life was before I knew of thevibrant touch of your essence. Like one whoaccepts their imminent demise and must see toall loose ends before the l...
Posted by Lori Williams on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 05:51:00 PST |
Saturday Nights I Danced |
There was power in the air -- you could smell it.Crisp, new hundreds and old-timer aftershave,Johnny Walker Black with a twist and cold, steel handguns.A coppery undertone from shoe soles and unscrubb...
Posted by Lori Williams on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 08:29:00 PST |
Backward Love |
I. October
You're flying now, maybe your tattered journal on your lap, trying to find wordsto make you feel more of a man. I can't do this, I am lost, the cost of losing everything
is to much to bear...
Posted by Lori Williams on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 08:53:00 PST |
Last Requests Can Last Forever (repost from 11/06) |
I will be reposting some poems from a year ago, which received only one or two comments. They are my favorites, and I want to share them. Also, I haven't written anything new in over a week, so u...
Posted by Lori Williams on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:15:00 PST |
