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Category Archives: Poetry
September 19, 2012
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The Sinner’s Prayer – A Comic
So on Monday night I read at an open mic night for the first time! It was exhilarating and I can’t wait to go back!
September 3, 2012
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Lilacs
August 15, 2012
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My Misty Escape
October 8, 2011
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Blurry Door
You told me, play it cool Sam The dangers of cold night air Inflating my lungs with hidden thoughts What wonders lie ahead in your mind alone Our steps were quickly off kilter Through earthy brittle skeletons The death of … Continue reading
October 1, 2011
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The Puppet Plays Puppeteer
The following poem is my attempt at a Sestina The Puppet Plays Puppeteer The girl I don’t know any longer curls like a forgotten puppet She painted her lips to feel special then wiped the pigment clean That night she … Continue reading
September 25, 2011
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One More and then I’m done.
A friendship sweeter than all the apples we’ve never picked and stronger than most I always miss, when I’m away The days with you And nothing to do
September 25, 2011
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Two short blips about the sense of touch
Losing contact Sometimes I imagine the lost city of Atlantis is alive in your touch. The area rug is heated and gritty just like our conversation. As the sting of my handRunning acrossMatches the sting in my heart
September 23, 2011
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A Poem
Most things will fade diligently to the wrinkled memories of time, except. Surprisingly orange A soft giggle And the death of blue
July 6, 2011
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Blanks and Blurs
Mind blanks, mind blurs When I think of your forgotten words You quickly left a divit In the rusty old couch Tucked up in the attic of my brain When you sailed away When you left me alone today Mind … Continue reading
July 4, 2011
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Tales From 69 Beach Ave
Independence Day Hot days, air like rancid butter The sun pours down And so the throngs of people Pour inside the cool Climate controlled environment Behind closed doors A Haunting Voice Calls From Each Key But The Last Ivories tickled … Continue reading
July 4, 2011
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This blog is quickly becoming all about poetry
Shades of green pale in comparison to a two dollar pot of gold but you know what they say when it’s too good to be true… Gas station clienteleBustle in and bustle out20 on pump oneAnd a defective dream, please
July 4, 2011
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The Wild Ones
By Lizzie Crimson And I ride with the wild ones Bucking my body and screaming for more You pull on my hair and call me a whore Throwing me down onto the ground Leaving me naked, filthy, and alone So … Continue reading
July 3, 2011
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A Short Poem
With a long title. Why would I turn around to see the real thing when the best of both worlds is looking me in the eyes The reflection ofA beautiful sunsetIn the sunglasses on your face
May 31, 2011
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Body of Water
I see a ghost Hanging on the door frame Just a whisper Of what we once were And then the breeze comes in Through the open window Howling, “alone now” And what that means for me So I stare into … Continue reading
April 30, 2011
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Emma’s Poem
I watched you drown yourself In a bottle of your own broken truths And how you slapped on the clothes That made a bad situation Look better I saw how you coated your lips With the juice of a berry … Continue reading
March 18, 2011
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Just Some Thoughts
That have been tumbling around my mind. It’s a weird time of year for me, a whirlwind of emotions tends to happen around this time. (Good and bad.) …a much overdue apology to a great friend.
March 15, 2011
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Music
Collage done at Zach’s I’m not sure how it came about, but suddenly I’m struck with the need to put my poetry/writing to music in the form of a song. The only problem being, I’m so musically challenged that I … Continue reading
March 12, 2011
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Bird Song
Taken with a junk camera, on junk film. Bird Song Little sparrow call me home For the only one I know Is in distant memories Little sparrow guide me past The clouds and winds Ruffling through my hair Oh little … Continue reading
March 11, 2011
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The Ants Go Marching
I watch the ants Running through the kitchen In their haphazard lines And I have decided To live peacefully with them I give them sugar They give me something to watch And then they leave With the encroaching cold … Continue reading