February 2012
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I only come home because I lack the momentum to escape from its pull.
Feb 28th
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don't blink
something in the way you close your eyes reminds me of such sad goodbyes. it’s like the last twinkle of the sun before it sinks below the horizon. it’s much like the final breath you take before you succumb to death. it’s akin to the dying embers of a flame you must remember. yes, there’s something in the way you close your eyes; please keep them open, lest you cut our...
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Haiku Series: 504
I’m not capable Of being more than what I Can still imagine.
Feb 28th
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Note to self:
My life is worth living so long as I have something worth giving.
Feb 27th
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ghost
a ghost lingers in the recesses of your memory. it doesn’t say much, but you know it’s there. every now and then, you feel a chill and you know why. no matter how hard you attempt to forget, the essence is imprinted in your temporal cortex. the memory is explicit. sometimes, when you wake and look in the mirror, before you put on your face, you see the ghost for what it is: the self...
Feb 27th
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Feb 27th
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Here's the answer (as it goes in my head)
The connection that I see is that in the first poem, a noise is being made, nondescript, but present. In the second poem, this noise (for the sake of argument the same noise from the 1st poem) is a distraction used to garner the attention of someone, who, when finally acknowledging it, cannot find a source. The third (and likely not final) one is what would be a commentary on this person’s...
Feb 27th
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My last three poems are connected. Who sees how?
Feb 27th
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echoes
the sound you heard that had no source, that set your blood cold and made it course, it frightens you. it makes you t  e  b  e                       r  m  l in your flesh. you feel as though you’re being watched even though you’re all alone. turn as you may to look around, there is no source to this wretched sound. but still, you heard it, you felt it inside. you prayed that it...
Feb 27th
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noise
you wouldn’t hear me otherwise. if i didn’t do this at every opportunity that fell before me, you wouldn’t pay me any mind. you’d walk right by me as though my existence were insignificant. but you can’t, can you? not while i’m doing this, not while i’m exceeding the threshold of stimulation in your brain. do i have your attention? are you listening now...
Feb 27th
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Umm
Undoubtedly, I have lost My train of thought. In the Meantime, I will make a noise.
Feb 27th
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broken. beating.
it’s obvious, my heart was broken from the start. it happened long before i even knew you existed, before we even walked upon the same earth. i love you because despite knowing that i was a damaged good, you still took me and cherished me. you made me your own, you made my heart feel like it held value. my heart is still broken; but, thanks to you, it’s still beating. and so long as...
Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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moment
there’s a moment when you have a choice: to dwell in silence or show your voice. it doesn’t stay for much too long, it’s just your moment to touch the throng. you’ll feel it bubble then start to flow. don’t try to stop it; just let it go. you’ll know it’s coming; you’ll need no sign. it’s just your moment make sure you shine.
Feb 26th
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i once stood up then sat back down. while i was embarrassed, no ladies wore frowns.
Feb 26th
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i find that wood is so much harder to break when wet. care to help me become unbreakable?
Feb 25th
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Generally, I like to refrain from vulgarities on my blog but… sometimes I want nothing more than to eat her like it’s my last meal. Plus, I’m Catholic and it’s Lent. Fish should be a staple of my diet.
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Haiku Series: 503
I’d use the window As an exit, but the door Leads to adventure.
Feb 25th
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It kind of just dawned on me:
I’m a poet.
Feb 25th
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Jack Of All Trades
Call me a DJ ‘cause I change the way the record spins. Call me an optometrist; I’ll have you looking through a different lens. Call me a priest for my actions are liturgical. Call me a doctor ‘cause my operations are so surgical. Call me a plumber ‘cause you know that I can fix your flow. Call me a professor ‘cause I’ll teach you what you have to know. Call me a tailor ‘cause I’ll make it custom...
Feb 25th
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ListenFreeway Spoken Freestyle (on the way home from...
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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The Wind Doesn't Blow That Way
Bear with me, this is going to be a bumpy ride. A girl stood exposed to the breeze as she swayed. she was waiting…waiting for the winds to change, but she found that the wind wouldn’t blow that way. the wind blew into a lower pressure system, the same kind of pressure that she felt when she kissed him. The same pressure felt when he took her by the hips And then pressed against her lips Then...
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Spoken word was so great tonight! Like AHHHH!!!!!!! I had so much fun and I was so nervous and yea, the environment was so supportive. I’m gonna try to have video up tomorrow along with the poem, but it was just so much fun and I hope to make it a regular thing!
Feb 24th
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shifting gears
most days, i feel like i’m the vehicle. i feel like i am the one driving to my destination. i feel like i’m the one controlling 378 horsepower with a supercharged engine. i feel like i embody the throaty roar that turns heads and moistens thighs. but not today, today i feel like the bug splattered on that vehicle’s windshield.
Feb 23rd
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I decided to write a new piece for spoken word...
And it’s starting like this (based on one of my freestyles): A girl stood exposed to the breeze as she swayed. she was waiting for the winds to change, but she found that the wind wouldn’t blow that way. the wind blew into a lower pressure system, the same kind of pressure that she felt when she kissed him.
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Haiku Series: 502
Each tick is bringing Me closer to my final Hour. Tick…tock…tick…gone.
Feb 23rd
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Antagonism exposes itself outside utopia.
Feb 22nd
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when i open my eyes on those pointless mornings, it is not the sun that shakes me from slumber, but rather, the thought of your lips pressed against mine that wakes me.
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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were we worth more than the twenty dollars that our date cost?
Feb 22nd
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when did i inherit the light? before, i existed alone, out of view, away from inspection. i could move freely, and not a soul would take notice. now, if i so much as shiver, two thousand eyes fall upon me. they all have a voice, an opinion, a thought. i remember wanting to hold it. i remember wanting to shine. no one spoke of how it burned. all i want is to let it go, to shrink back into the...
Feb 22nd
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alas, existential individuals offer understanding after enlightenment is obtained unduly
Feb 21st
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ignite
i lit a fire to watch the smoke as it curled in upon itself and diffused through the air like hands, desperately yearning for the diamonds lodged in the sky above them. i lit a fire to know that mine weren’t the only desires left unfulfilled.
Feb 21st
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I’m going to perform spoken word in front of people at a real venue and I’m not even gonna lie, I’m kinda scared. I don’t know if I should write something new for this, memorize and add in some manner of blocking or something…maybe some sort of shedding. I don’t know man, I’m just excited and scared and….crap! There’s gonna be people there...
Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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i found myself atop a throne in this kingdom with a crown that shone. and while i was ready to hold my own i found that in this kingdom i was alone. the one before had set the tone, so they all fled and left me, lone and deserted. they’d never see how i had grown.
Feb 21st
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Haiku Series: 501
Life changes without Any regard for those who Are still unaware.
Feb 20th
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vulcanichumanity answered your question: Hi! My name is Danny! What’s your name? Julie here :) Hello, Julie! You don’t seem To be unruly. That makes me beam!
Feb 20th
Feb 20th
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i write poetry so that i may become one of the many leaves on the poet tree.
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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ignoranceandinexperience answered your question: Hi! My name is Danny! What’s your name? My name’s Sophie, pleased to virtually meet you Danny. :) I tried to respond to you in a message But I found myself unable! I think that you should turn it on, so we can start our fable!
Feb 20th
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Hi! My name is Danny! What's your name?
I enjoy the casual conversation with or without libations and it would be cause for elation if we could start communication. Now, before we engage our new narrations, let’s first avoid the consternation of not knowing the proper designation that constitutes your nomination. Without that knowledge, we’ll have odd situations that might lead to unneeded agitation, complication,...
Feb 20th
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i promise, if you make the first move on me, i will make the last move on you.
Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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