In having something to say, saying it, but hiding
There is a certain kind of crawling cowardice,
In little insipid negative comments, remaining nameless
There is a nothing to respect or deign to discuss,
In being too afraid to be identified, even virtually
There is a pitiable pathetic pointlessness,
In having convictions, but no courage in them
There is no merit to the things that you are saying.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Poem: Campfire
Speaking of the past,
a crackling memory in glowing embers.
How I will remember that time
after white ash has blown away
and all that is left is scorched earth
and bitter cold. Once we ate melted mallows
and huddled together in the warmth
of living stories.
a crackling memory in glowing embers.
How I will remember that time
after white ash has blown away
and all that is left is scorched earth
and bitter cold. Once we ate melted mallows
and huddled together in the warmth
of living stories.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Poem: Love Story
In the morning light you said no more,
A ring on her finger, a promise in her womb
Every lie you told me proved to be true
And despite it all I’m losing you.
Built on a promise of yesterday, this is us
Shattered glass slippers slick with blood
Once upon a time we were in love.
We are mostly broken; we see the truth in hurt.
Love based on broken glass and fists,
Mouth my neck and weep with it
Slam this girl against a wall and thrust
Want, a bloody lipped parody of lust.
Then home to the woman you would never hurt,
Back to sweet nothings and safer love.
A ring on her finger, a promise in her womb
Every lie you told me proved to be true
And despite it all I’m losing you.
Built on a promise of yesterday, this is us
Shattered glass slippers slick with blood
Once upon a time we were in love.
We are mostly broken; we see the truth in hurt.
Love based on broken glass and fists,
Mouth my neck and weep with it
Slam this girl against a wall and thrust
Want, a bloody lipped parody of lust.
Then home to the woman you would never hurt,
Back to sweet nothings and safer love.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Poem: I thought
I thought, in getting older I would understand things more clearly,
I do not understand.
I want to stamp my feet and scream at the unfairness
That is in this.
I thought that, in getter older I would lose naivety
You have left me confused.
I want to turn back time and say the right lines
To change your mind.
I thought, in getting older I would learn acceptance
It is beyond me.
I want to change what happened magically
Do something differently.
I thought, in getting older I would see the world differently
It would make sense.
I want to make agreements with a deity
And rewrite history.
I thought, in getting older nothing would hurt me
It would be impossible.
I want to bring you back to the living
And change everything.
I want this not to be happening.
I do not understand.
I want to stamp my feet and scream at the unfairness
That is in this.
I thought that, in getter older I would lose naivety
You have left me confused.
I want to turn back time and say the right lines
To change your mind.
I thought, in getting older I would learn acceptance
It is beyond me.
I want to change what happened magically
Do something differently.
I thought, in getting older I would see the world differently
It would make sense.
I want to make agreements with a deity
And rewrite history.
I thought, in getting older nothing would hurt me
It would be impossible.
I want to bring you back to the living
And change everything.
I want this not to be happening.
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