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It was like an internal nagging
And goodness knows, I can
Not - I mean can not - stand
Being nagged
It was relentlessly reminding
Me to “Call David” it said
“Call David” and I waved it
Away, getting downright angry
With it, “Leave me alone! I...
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At 11:51 the call ended
Abruptly - cloudy hazy whizzy
Sound to silence and I held on
Knowing you must be driving into
No cell reception in that place
Wherever it was you were driving
Just as you mentioned my Friday email
After you mentioned your email
Which headed directly from your...
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I want to fall into the lake of tears that I've created and drown. The problem is that I'm running dry, and, like everything else it seems, I am not enough. I do not meet the expectations of what they think I should be. So my question, then, is how does she? Why am I always the one striving for...
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I told a somewhat older friend of mine that I was going to try and self publish a book of my poetry and they said:
"I've read your poetry. I think you should wait until you have some good material before you spend all that money."
Whoa. Burn.
and then they said:
"It's just...
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You're On My Mind
I wake up
where are you?
are you alright?
I can't find you
As I turn around
to see you here
you should be here
could you find the time
You're in my heart
which makes me glad
I find your love
tucked safely away
And when you're down
just take me out
to calm your...
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haiku written 11/29/06
"How quickly chills rise
When the memory of fire
Burns outside our soul"
I sat in front of the fireplace, my notebook
balanced on my lap.
The sounds of piano and a deep, resonant drum
filled my ears. The fiddle joined in as the fire popped
in deep...
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I can't seem to write in prose anymore. I've been trying to just write what's going on in my head, and it comes out through my fingers as a rhyme. So here it is; the inside of my mind spell checked and mildly filtered...
Take me away from Here
Please help me for I feel that I am Falling....
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Tears streak down from her hazel eyes,
swollen and bruised by the hurt and the lies.
Sitting on the roof for some peace, she cries
for a love never lasting, for what always dies.
She looks to the sky for a reason to be,
sees the moon shining bright through the leaves of a tree.
Pulling...
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vampires
we are vampires
searching for souls to devour
sometimes wearing our cheap
Transylvanian coat
lined on the inside with
glittering jewels, deep rich
chocolates, sweet perfumes and
delicate flowers--
cheap lures for a quick fuck--
we are vampires
dead long ago...
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dead
The dead body hangs from hooks
in its waxen ears,
the color of old straw,
lined up with dozens of others,
their useful life not quite finished,
now it's time for some fresh young
red faced medical students
to dissect them, analyze them,
determine where the sterno-hyoid...
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Just out in the patio enjoying the evening Monday night. On my second glass of red. The outside air is fresh and a bit chill. I had my ipod going listening to Kenny G. For those who remembers him, you know how soothing his music is. Well, this is what I came up...
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ONLINE CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP WITH POET STERLING WARNER
October 29-November 11
Every poet and fiction writer--from beginner to published author--needs a good reader from time to time. That's why the Creative Writing Community and Metamorphoses are hosting their second creative writing...
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Alert Level: Orange
Why, when no one cares who you are
do they ask you to show your ID
in three different places?
If I was going to collect a
Nobel Peace Prize I could
understand such an airtight
confirmation process, won
the lottery
They say the meek shall
...
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There is a place
Beyond the words
Deep in the soul
Where beauty is stored
Beyond language
There is a knowing
That transcends our minds
We may only feel it
With our hands
With our hearts
With our tears
With my breath
And yours
Nestled in grey ambiguity
...
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Shell Beach
the otters drift by
snacking on mussels,
uncaring about the bar upcliff,
revelers unseeing sing "Brick House"
under a thousand stars
of a spinning ball
while the moon shines
over a soft sea,
perfect calm
these whispering waters collide
with an...
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