Poetry - Abyss
And here's some of my poetry :p have a nice lecture!
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Flux (Poetry)
#5 of miscellaneous works more poetry. tried experimenting with having four syllables per line for some reason: i thought it had an interesting effect. the banks empty: lost, forgotten. there never was anything there.
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Chapter 5 - Poetry
I found a book of poetry and started reading. then wanda found me. i don't think she was looking for me. i think it was just by accident. but she found me, and we... we started talking about poetry, and i told her i write poetry.
angels of death
Death, some welcome it. again dark poetry angels of death i call for you. i call for your mighty blow. i call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it.
aslysum.
You tore me apart. -is it time?- You ripped out my heart -why this time?- You can't tell my why -the time has come- My body lays apart -my release is in death- My heart is smashed apart -the endless suffering has come- my face pushed into the dirt...
Said Too Much
#1 of poetry 2005 i am remembering the words i've spoken already it's not just that they haunt me, just as much as their replies it's that i worry i don't have anymore to say i've been discovering a lot lately..
Wherever I go
_Wherever I go_ A cupboard full of memories Items of past long gone Someones glasses are standing there As a monument to what moved on _Wherever I stay_ Remembering to forget While thoughts return, return Items on display, they're taunting...
self perception - poem
#1 of poetry collection poem no. 1 if only i could show you if only you could see if only you knew i want you to believe you are better than whatyou know what you think and see better than the self you perceive to be
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was
Rhyme, Rhyme
#2 of poetry nursery rhymes; diverse. won't work in this universe. rhyme, rhyme, so sublime - if you'd catch up with the times. fine lines? piece of cake! but the rain they've yet to make. spells, spells. ring the bells!