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|Friday, February 5th, 2010|
Wow, 2 years! Does anybody monitor this thing?
A little existentialism for one who might stumble back on this community...
where to start
there is no beginning
is there an end?
what if it just stops
up to you
up to me
up to no-one.
there is no One.
but i do not believe
there is no
all is gone
and then it is over
and will we know?
if there is something
|Wednesday, January 30th, 2008|
You made me breakfast this morning, I got to school on time
But I left in a rush
And forgot to let you know words
that I can write you now in an e-mail
Ps: I love you
|Monday, December 3rd, 2007|
Havent posted here in a while, but i'm breaking my writers block!
Please be gentle.... i havent written a poem in months.A Thousand Stars
The sky above us, cold, silent
A thousand stars stare down, motionless
Faintest glittering lights, bright burning suns
So many millions of miles away
I'm in your arms, and you in mine
The stars seem to fall around us
In your eyes, i can see beyond the Universe
In your eyes i can see Infinity
When you kiss me, those stars explode
A rain of sparkling fire falls from the sky
The world falls back, we rise to the heavens
We are one with the stars, we are infinite
We are incandescent
We are transient beings, two yet one
We are made of sky, made of love.
Feet touching the Earth again, we are transformed
No longer to be who we were
Now, we are loved and in love.
Now, we are one with the stars.
|Sunday, November 18th, 2007|
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
|Friday, May 11th, 2007|
Nightmares2- Poetically Taking Your Life Away
Fear crumbles me
shaking and falling
aching to break free
nowhere to go.
to those who cant see
that i am happy
who are you to know
that it isnt true
that my fear
push, push, pull
as i say
leaving will pull me
away from everything,
cover me with
that is all
to have left Current Mood: crushed
|Wednesday, May 9th, 2007|
I feel low
belly to the ground
a crystaline verion of me
my mind screams
I don't care
I won't come up for air
today could be yesterday
today could be tomorrow
identical days and days and days
my body aches
I've forgotten how to feel
not sure what is real
a stranger in my skin
tears falling down a cheek
I couldn't tell you why
I live this slow death
everyday is goodbye
|Saturday, May 5th, 2007|
Nightmares - sucking the life out of you
You mentioned the other day that it seems like a nightmare. All in a sudden thought a train brings me to agree with you. I stop and shake my head violently, unrealistically hoping this will cause me to regret allowing such a horrible thing to develop in my mind.
But I am frustrated. I am screaming inside and you are never here to be the receiving end of this anger. And so it grows stronger. I feel weak. They say it takes work to hold a marriage together. How am I supposed to do that by myself; my lazy, mediocre self?
In blaming you I do the same that every other female has done. Put you down, drag down your self confidence. Give you another reason to stop trying. So what will make you try? My nagging and bantering don't get anywhere, but neither does passivity.
If you knew you would try to hold me until the nightmare goes away, but I want to push you away instead. You are the reason for it. Hold me anyway, I will sink into you. Buy me flowers, try to make up for the places I am dissapointed.
What do I want? Your dominance. Over my life, my future, my children. Have I said this loud enough? As I make the plans and track funds and pay bills and tell you whether we can do this and that. Because it is left up to me, and I am living opposite how I always wanted.
Can this constitute a nightmare? No, there is a reason I shake me head to avoid the attachment of such a word. It is just something I have to overcome, work with you on without treating you like a child. Hold up my head against scorn and keep moving forward. Current Mood: sad
|Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007|
"it's feckin spring time. have a poem!" draft 1.
i made some tea
and walked out onto the deck, barefoot.
baby tea leaves
glimmering spiderweb's line struck
string pulled and swaying
i walked through it anyway.
bugs this way and that
tea's too hot yet
and i don't like how there are already
so many wasps trying,
plinking into the vinyl and glass,
zooming. i'm leaning over the rail.
i forgot about the dog.
the basement's colder.
she ignored me
and walked through the mud.
i walked through the gravel, barefoot.
in the front yard, i heard
half-tadpoles sort-of hiding
and escaping bluegills.
i think it's time
to go back inside.
a backyard path,
still damp with dew
and some daffodils for added intensity
in the sunshine
leads me back to the patio bricks,
and i find they are warmer.
i'm opening the door now
and the dog goes inside.
a bug runs into my face.
i spilled the tea.
|Wednesday, March 14th, 2007|
She's getting happier by the day
So many boys and girls to learn about
Many opportunities to learn and grow
She just needs to recognize them
|Friday, March 9th, 2007|
Dream in September
It's a flow of words rushing to your head
Rushing, gushing, flowing, splashing
In an endless whirlpool of voices
Shattering into your skull
Making it hard to think
Numbing your senses
To the point of
And it dosen't stop there
Windows around you shatter
But you won't find help here
There's a fire burning inside.
Inspired by September 11th, 2001.
|Monday, February 5th, 2007|
Random short piece...
The light in the water is diffuse, blue, almost ethereal. I dont recognise the hand passing through it, not for a moment, and then i see that it is mine, pale and blue-tinged, a tiny fish in a large sea.
Stroke. Stroke. Breathe, stroke. Three laps, four. Stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke.
Thought is impossible, in between the necessity of counting, of needing to count the laps, to measure the exactness of each stroke. It cannot vary, or i will lose the whole day. Each stroke a perfect mimic of the last, arms and legs moving in precise circles, a dance practiced three times a week since i was a teenager. Five laps, six. If i dont keep track, how can i verify, how will i know if i did well today?
And, more than anything, it stops me thinking of you. Stops me analysing everything you ever said to me, wondering if you meant it as a friend or as something more, wondering if i'll ever get the guts to tell you that i really like you, wondering if our friendship is worth risking on the gamble that you'd ever feel the same way about me.
Eight laps, nine. Stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke. The water carries me along, smooth and quiet, bourne along on the bright blue light. Cutting through everything, with my clear, precise strokes to oppose my clouded, muddied mind.
*note: please excuse my bad grammar, this was more of a stream-of-consciousness thing...
|Monday, January 29th, 2007|
4 line prompt
True to self or just pretending?
Mousy mouth, but is it true?
She'd never cheat of harm from disdain
But never make her cry
|Thursday, November 23rd, 2006|
when day is gone
and night rules all
he is drawn
by hunger's call
through the shadows
the cold wind blows
as the moon glows
and this devil
with pale cold skin
his touch lethal
to find mortals
and put an end
that grows within
but first he must
hunt for prey
to get the blood
and fill his veins
gives him life
I'm Kruegerchic and I'm a newbie. My favorite movie is Dead Poets Society and I really love Robert Sean Leonard. <3
And I love Robin Williams! ^_^ Current Mood: pensive
|Tuesday, November 21st, 2006|
These dreams keep me up at night
Too afraid to sleep
Too tired to stay awake
Slowly, so very slowy
I drift to a troubled sleep
Friends and family dying
While hopes and dreams lie dead
The love I thought I had
Lays broken at my feet
A solitary gravestone
Simply waiting for its corpse
And from the church
An oaken box arrives
Inside it's lid lies me
These dreams keep me up at night
Too afraid to sleep
Too tired to stay awake
And sometimes I wake up with
Tear drops falling down like rain
|Friday, November 10th, 2006|
Poem: Fault Lines
Any and all feedback is appreciated.Fault Lines
i. "Something has happened -
you have to
ii. He puts his face to the glass
and whispers to the sky
of your living.
This is before I arrive
in the soft tempest,
before the world is shaken - the moment
he is alone without you
and urgency is both muted
in the tenderness of snow.
iii. The fourth evening I
the thought of you stalked me
in my progress through my small rooms,
lame and mocking
as a ghost.
By then we were used
to making shapes
in the air where you should
have filled it,
describing with our gestures
your place( so it was not easy to forget.Collapse )
|Monday, October 30th, 2006|
Hi, I'm new here, so I thought before I posted this, I'd make a brief statement. I write mostly poetry, but some prose, and am always happy with comments and suggestions. And if you ever feel like giving me a challange, I'mmore than willing to comply. So, without further ado...( Autumn EveningCollapse )
Ciao, bellas! Current Mood: awake
|Monday, July 3rd, 2006|
I feel tired and old, wrung out
left to dry in an unforgiving wind
my nerves scream silently
while my mouth
my mouth has no words left to give
beaten, maybe broken
even i don't know what is left of me
you see me, you walk on by
I hear your steps quicken
just another unfortunate
another sorry soul thrown to the dogs
and now I'm outta sight outta mind
but I mind, I mind
|Friday, June 16th, 2006|
poetry contest at poetrycafe
For those of you who like to write poems, we're voting on a theme for our next poetry contest at poetrycafe
, so come by if you're interested ....thanks!
|Monday, June 12th, 2006|
The Rape of Patroclus (gay themed)
All I wanted was everything
To be the man that men admired
A nightingale to one time sing
To make my words make not a liar
I would I did but come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
But other tasks would dry my spring
For goals where dreams were not required
What is masculine I’ve made truth
Achilles’ strength I’ve made my own
I’ve killed two men and played uncouth
And fearsome facades have I shown
But still there’s love that knows not me
Among the softness from my youth
In my hairy house now called home.
When we set sail for windless Troy
Yet me but an apprentice still
I thought I might perhaps enjoy
The favor of Achilles’ thrill
Though under Troy’s bright lusting sun
A different Helen lost and won
Herself to be a maid employed
By fair Achilles’ love until
Old Agamemnon lost his prize
And in attempt to save strong face
For Briseis did he compromise
Stealing love from lust too disgrace
So when on me his armor fell
The boy inside away was shoved
Me instead for on her he dwelled
The girl my lover instead loved
A savior I thought I could be
In chivalry I saw glory
But now for me the toll bell tolls
That I’m more fit by fire gloved
In Troy was honor to be had
That the oracle told us true
Men chose to die of honor clad
But I’d have rather lived life through
Till I could sing the song I dreamed
When my boyish eye on glory gleamed
Though now I’m done I may be glad
And readily bid life adieu