The last puppy to be born,
the last one to be adopted,
the last addition to my home,
the last love of my life.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
4.13.2010: Two for Tuesdays:
Love:
Between any two people,
a feeling of trust, compassion,
understanding and safety
can exist. To know warmth,
to know security, to know
friendship and comfort-
this is love.
Anti-love:
Slaps, kicks, insults,
shouting, anger, jealousy,
possession and control-
this is not love, but hate.
Between any two people,
a feeling of trust, compassion,
understanding and safety
can exist. To know warmth,
to know security, to know
friendship and comfort-
this is love.
Anti-love:
Slaps, kicks, insults,
shouting, anger, jealousy,
possession and control-
this is not love, but hate.
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4.10.2010: Horror Poem
(For Missy)
I sit in the dark, the film ghosting
across my pale skin. I clench
my eyes shut, and shudder.
Such a mess on screen: guts,
gore, and screaming. Although
I love to be frightened, I don't
love the feeling of losing my lunch.
I want a psychological attack,
not an intestinal one. I want a
movie to terrify me, not make me sick.
I sit in the dark, the film ghosting
across my pale skin. I clench
my eyes shut, and shudder.
Such a mess on screen: guts,
gore, and screaming. Although
I love to be frightened, I don't
love the feeling of losing my lunch.
I want a psychological attack,
not an intestinal one. I want a
movie to terrify me, not make me sick.
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Friday, April 9, 2010
Tool Poem
There's always a
relentless banging,
me pushing a
stubborn nail
into a wall to
hang a lovely picture.
Then there are those
times when I must
yank the nail out
with my legs.
Some days you're
the nail, but
I am always
the hammer.
relentless banging,
me pushing a
stubborn nail
into a wall to
hang a lovely picture.
Then there are those
times when I must
yank the nail out
with my legs.
Some days you're
the nail, but
I am always
the hammer.
Labels:
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
March 17, 2010: Story Poem
I open my eyes in the darkness.
Above me, the smallest glimpse
of light. I want to drink in
that light, to bask in its warmth.
I push upwards, but the darkness
clings fast. I refuse to panic,
to give up. I use all of my strength
to claw, push, squirm, and wiggle
my way to the surface. So close,
so tired. With one final burst
of all my energy, I emerge from
the cracks in the pavement, shake
off the mud, and spread my petals.
Above me, the smallest glimpse
of light. I want to drink in
that light, to bask in its warmth.
I push upwards, but the darkness
clings fast. I refuse to panic,
to give up. I use all of my strength
to claw, push, squirm, and wiggle
my way to the surface. So close,
so tired. With one final burst
of all my energy, I emerge from
the cracks in the pavement, shake
off the mud, and spread my petals.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Obnoxious Poem
Every time we make a move,
they counter it. They say they
are protecting this country, but
all they are doing is
hampering progress. No one
has been able to stand up
to them and say,
"Enough."
they counter it. They say they
are protecting this country, but
all they are doing is
hampering progress. No one
has been able to stand up
to them and say,
"Enough."
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Candy
My dearest Candy,
I must give you up.
It's Lent, and I've
chosen to leave you
behind. But have
no fear, my sweet,
I shall return for
you in forty days.
I must give you up.
It's Lent, and I've
chosen to leave you
behind. But have
no fear, my sweet,
I shall return for
you in forty days.
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