March 2010
37 posts
AT THE MOMENT
COLLEGE is killing me. this sucks.
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SCHOOL, it's so interrupting
I have an exam tomorrow, wish me luck. So, there will be better stuff to come after I pass this exam!
I just want to share
the peculiar things,
that at 3 o’clock in the morning,
I find on the internet—
appreciation of my thought.
I guess I have to appreciate myself.
That’s hardly the easy way,
right?
You would will me to be head strong,
get over it. move on.
Everything garnered by logic,
as it should be.
I take obnoxiously long drives in the country,
trying...
“Puddle thinking
Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, “This is...”
– (Douglas Adams)
Sitting Two Down, Anticipating
I made a mistake;
I see that now.
You’re hardly the
person I thought
that you could be,
my own fallacy.
I’ve know for a
while that
dreams can only
be dreams,
an answer so resolute
that I can hardly touch its
razor edges.
You’re a perfect,
appropriate example
it seems.
Had I seen a semblance
of your devout caring,
I may have
reconsidered this...
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Orange Camoflage Tents and Other Oddities
I was writing letters.
I was dipping
the pen in ink,
and all I can remember
is throwing
those papers
away.
Your kisses
were letting me know
that someone could love me so,
laying your head upon
mine.
You were so divine;
now you’re always in my mind.
I was never worried.
I was sure you
were fine, and mine.
I was never afraid
of loosing
your love
someday.
She...
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The Moon on Tuesdays
Flicker,
quicker,
feeling sicker
a stone in my bed
of dust
the days I checked
the growth of grass,
my feelings,
my content
fell to rust.
Holy life,
abstracted we see
a frail, pale
surviving idea
flailing.
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Google Maps
slimmest changes
chances
of geography slipping
or mending
a sudden overlap
of tectonic plates
overoptimistic
I can picture the
view from satellite signals
the meteorologist
forecasting miracles
only a fool can believe
can perceive
the lie within truths
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An Orchestra to Live By
The violins, you could feel
the trembling sound
waves from the
rattling stone bench.
You were attracted to
those cracks on
the paving stones,
bringing your nose closer to
the ground.
The violins,
over there
where presumably he was,
situated atop the marble
veranda,
somewhere so beautiful, it
burns your mind,
and where he uttered
those...
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I made excuses for myself. Not the typical, “My dog ate my homework!” My excuses were complicated pieces, like the individual pixels of a photo taken by a Nikon D90. They added up quickly in the rapid succession of an assembly line. If I could not grasp the guilt of one, I had plenty of others to substitute. I remember my mother asking one day, “Why do you do this to...
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Gazebos and You
Wax drips onto the body
of night,
slowly, searing,
until you don’t remember
the dimensions of
life.
The lid’s been capped
and I’m stuck
boiling, stewing
in the liquids
extracted
from me
for you,
completely overlapped
with a filmy haze
the sweet, shining
potentials
emanating
from me
for you.
WatchI could spend days watching La Blogotheque’s take away shows. This is a vid of Fiery Furnaces on a CAROUSEL, it’s pretty awesome. I was drawn in so much by their rhythmic percussion beats.
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“Our happiness depends on the habit of mind we cultivate. So practice happy...”
– Norman Vincent
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Courtney Love, etc.
We carved our names in the granite picnic benches that sat behind the cafe. Your head folded toward your chest. Somehow that escaped my notice. I ripped my jeans, foolishly enjoying jumping over the fence that separated the lot from our neighborhood’s street. Our excited voices carried over the pavement and pine needles, floating to combine with the sounds of a small city. An airplane...
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The Reason
I rediscovered poetry,
like it’s an old
friend of mine—
someone I never thought
of much,
but realized after they
forgot
that the thing they
never gave mind
was truly interesting
and beloved.
For every piece a
thought, every line
a complex of desire,
of a need for meaning,
a guide
to my soul
and body
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Sans-culottes
“I can’t come up with something serious,” she said openly. What she could have meant, he never remembered the reasoning. He was standing, back faced to the audience—what felt like a crowd examining his pores. His hands trembled; he could not escape that determined, exciting hail of sentiments.
His feet wanted to leap. It took every ounce of bravery and control to...
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Application Processing
I didn’t do the
simple task,
thinking they would
laugh over the phone.
As I walked the camellias,
read prophecies,
strutted over soft concrete,
and conversed with dresses,
the catch of the
lock
no longer remained
to bear down my temples.
Now, realizing
my own rejection,
rather than a stranger’s,
I can hear the turning
mechanisms
of a door opening.
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Emiliana Torrini - Nothing Brings Me Down
Grab a...
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Packmate
Stubborn, standing in the old
leaves from fall,
he only stares
and there I stomp over,
dragging him back.
No matter how I call
with simple sweetness,
or the clipped words of anger,
he looks to say
it is beautiful outside!
it is warm and glorious!
all while I force him
back to the dim inside,
back to the lukewarm air.
Now we sit far from each other,
crossed eye...
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Bewitching Hour
I’ve spent all night, every little second
distracting myself,
hoping I won’t notice
that I can’t stop.
Only my fingers twitch, just
to type the words,
implying my problem.
Is it my need for drama?
I’ve been pretty good,
at forcing everything out through
vigorous shower cleaning and
rigorous laundry washing.
I will never make you a sandwich,
...
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“Orange Sky” - Alexi Murdoch
...
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Your attention, please.
Smoke doesn’t give shadows;
it just blows
away through the crevices,
filling everything,
lingering only in
a soft, trace scent.
….
Sage gives you
sacred space.
What is sacred?
What is sacred
anymore between us?
Left behind us.
….
I thought I could
do it all.
I was smart, brave,
and tall.
So how do I find
the way you made me feel?
….
It took...
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Rachel, Smiling Mary Rachel
We switched the flowers out,
something so simple,
yet territorial.
We try to proclaim,
“We loved her!
We loved her the most!”
Her lips painted red kissed our cheeks,
each day a different hug.
Ever now, we ache,
etch a silver quarter in our mind.
I regret what I’ll
regret more later.
She trailed flowers
wherever she stepped.
FIRSSST
I’m basically setting this up for my collection of poems and random inspiring things. I really need a place to catalog my works in a pretty setting :)
Well, here goes nothing.
