March 2012
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a breather
i’m going to need you to stop kissing me for a while. this lack of breathing is killing far too many brain cells. i know it’s true because i’m starting to love you… and well, that…that just doesn’t make any sense.
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shots of me
i warned you not to taste me. i cautioned you against this action. no one has ever had just a sip and been able to stop themselves from drowning in me. i don’t have anything more to give. just a sense of temporary elation followed by a brutal hangover.
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margins
some days, i just write until i cross the margins. if i’m willing to break convention for the sake of keeping the flow of a statement, then it is a statement that is worth being made.
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One of the funniest and most endearing (for what reason I don’t know why) things a friend has ever told me to this day is this:
“Dude, this sucks; our friendship is inhibited by our phone plans!”
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Note to self:
I’m secure in the fact that I’m insecure.
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Haiku Series: 506
Alas, we are like
The sun and moon, chasing each
Other’s radiance.
February 2012
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Note to self:
For every breath I take, there is at least one person that would have me take another.
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Chemistry 101
jayarrarr:
In words we’ve split All that can splat To make mere molecules Fall flat.
There’s nothing there Can be denied Trust me, babe I done did tried.
So you, despite What come, what may These self-same feels Will still relay.
And tell to you To hear, your choice — Our separate words Speak with one voice.
Your love I read Your words I ride Though love, I feel I done did died.
And...
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into the light
they say to head for the light at the end of the tunnel. they say that it’s what you want, the promise of great happiness. so you run for it, headlong into the light, blinded by its supposed glory, only to find that it belongs to a freight train.
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not much
i don’t have much. there’s not much of anything i can give; but, i do still have my heart. i know that’s not very much, but it’s what i have to offer you. i’m offering it all.
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H.O.P.E.= Hanging Onto Past Exclamations
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L.O.V.E.= Laboring Over Various Endeavours
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P.A.I.N.= Pretending Another Injury Negligible
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H.A.T.E.= Here are the extremists
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Ask and you shall receive
Submissions are open for all acronyms:
L.O.V.E.
H.A.T.E.
H.O.P.E.
and
P.A.I.N.
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Haiku Series: 505
All that impedes me
Is all that precedes my steps.
But, I have long strides.
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I only come home
because I lack
the momentum to
escape from its
pull.
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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...
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Haiku Series: 504
I’m not capable
Of being more than what I
Can still imagine.
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Note to self:
My life is worth living so long as I have something worth giving.
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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...
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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...
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My last three poems are connected. Who sees how?
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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...
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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...
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Umm
Undoubtedly, I have lost
My train of thought. In the
Meantime, I will make a noise.
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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...
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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.
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i once stood up then sat back down. while i was embarrassed, no ladies wore frowns.
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i find that wood is so much harder to break when wet. care to help me become unbreakable?
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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.
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Haiku Series: 503
I’d use the window
As an exit, but the door
Leads to adventure.
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It kind of just dawned on me:
I’m a poet.
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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...
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Freeway Spoken Freestyle (on the way home from...
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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...
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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!
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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.
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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.
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Haiku Series: 502
Each tick is bringing
Me closer to my final
Hour. Tick…tock…tick…gone.
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Antagonism exposes itself outside utopia.
