Tag: poem
group name: narcissists
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March 30, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
I want, and I want
is her mental mantra,
no matter the circumstance--
sweating in the bowels of the city,
standing on the subway platform
alongside a homeless man
wearing a belt fashioned . . . more
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November 17, 2007 11:03 PM EST --
This one is called The Blade, written, really for someone I sort of used to hurt myself. Don't ask... just know that I'm much better now. ;P
The Blade
Find me a knife that hurts and . . . more
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February 12, 2008 08:55 PM EST --
The hottest sun beats down
Upon the days of August
High, bruised clouds pile deep and wide
Full of dark and light and life
Riding across the sky astride thunder
'Round every crash, boom, . . . more
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January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . . more
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January 25, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
A homecoming
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
. . . more
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January 28, 2008 09:31 AM EST --
A mother's prescription
{ To Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation), my friend, dearest.}
Sewn lips.
She cannot tell.
Failed words storm the window of heart.
Eyes have . . . more
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February 03, 2008 01:07 AM EST --
Floor full of shattered mind
In an afternoon of untimely shower
Mind falls out of the benumbed fingers.
A winter of crazy white on the screen.
underneath is an open road . . . more
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February 07, 2008 09:55 AM EST --
Nice girls donot fl y
The echoing voice a distant crow
Down in the valley of papers
. . . more
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April 03, 2008 11:34 AM EDT --
Look. Hurry.
A tentative glance
over the haphazard pile of reference books
disguising the table,
her pale cheeks flushed red
with the thought that she could entice him
to turn away from . . . more
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February 06, 2008 05:49 AM EST --
An Immortal winter
An Immortal winter
He, cursed the winter, a fatal angel,
The long winter made the sun placid
Shackled hands of trees were
. . . more
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January 30, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
True blue of dreams
A white pigeon and a black pigeon
On a distant T.V. antenna,
Just now sun comes down upon its wings
Pecks and eats peanuts out of my hand.
One has unveiled . . . more
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January 31, 2008 08:05 AM EST --
Satan' s labyrinth
Released from Satan he came out
To do a good work.
A good work?
A good work?
The sun smiled on the face of perplexity,
The run of the day on a city . . . more
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February 02, 2008 01:27 AM EST --
Winte r
Bowing trees and feet touching winter
She had a walk with her heart;
"It is so tough to decide.
It is a swim through cold sun."
She uttered about . . . more
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February 09, 2008 02:14 AM EST --
His village house.
Ducks gather to share foods,
A pool of lost dews,
On the green lie our numb minds.
Minds evaporates to form
Gathering distant . . . more
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May 21, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
White light
cometh shinning bright
America grows strong
in the lights embrace it grows
white light
This poem is a cinquain poem. Which means that the
first line has two syllabals . . . more
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January 13, 2008 11:01 AM EST --
This is a repost of a collaboration between myself and the oh so talented James Ciriaco, done for the Poetry Please challenge. He has already published it to his namespace, and now I'm publishing . . . more
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February 04, 2008 08:30 AM EST --
The cooking class
She tells you
That kitchen is a place
. . . more
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January 26, 2008 05:58 AM EST --
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
Otherwise it hurts easily.
Easily it drenches the soul'
The way now sky . . . more
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January 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
Village boy came to city, found love
She opened her mouth and,
He saw the sharp and metals.
Beautiful, poignant and murderous.
They teeth of the city is as hungry
As his homeland's . . . more
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February 05, 2008 11:28 AM EST --
the fair
The fair has wound up
The hubbub has died away.
Slight poignancy in the air.
And, cold status quo is creeping here.
The desertion is a dead light,
Seen through . . . more
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