May 2011
38 posts
Tears
Finally. I feel the first tear slip silently down my cheek, ending its journey at my lips. I taste salt, and the taste is surprisingly sweet. Sweet, familiar, bitter, release. And that’s all it takes. Everything that I’ve been holding in, everything that hurts, everything that’s ever happened to me is suddently refracted through the tears that fall from my eyes. What begins as a...
“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”
– Paul Valery
Break Me
Beautiful, red-haired, and fragile, she has the words “break me” tattooed o’er her heart, Mysterious mother, perpetually bothered, she finds the whore in her that just won’t depart. Longing for something, alive but forgotten, she pushes the limits in every pursuit, Finding the needing, never receding, she plays her cards eagerly, but in the wrong suit. The game is so close...
Corners
Seeking dark corners all of my life Looking for someone willing to share The pain, the joy, the pleasure, the strife, That earthly existence leads us to bear. Naked emotion I soon learned to hide I realized love given is often in vain, Clinging to scraps and shreds of my pride I shamelessly hid in familiar terrain. Now I am here in a corner so dark Wondering if I see much at all Maybe my...
Sunshine Drops
drops of sunshine fall across my body, partially warming me, partially making me colder than ever. I’m not sure what it is, it’s been so forever but a gray cloud in the sky soothes my soul, my battles forgotten with the splash of the rain and then I am waiting for the thunder to roll my senses revitalized without any pain.
Atheism, Skepticism, Purple Dragons, and Me....
This isn’t an essay, or some sort of post-grad assignment where I’m trying to get a good grade. If it were, I’d fail miserably. Nor is it a consistent piece that follows the basic structure of intro, body, conclusion. Rather, it’s a collection of random observations that I’d like to share in response to a question that someone asked on Twitter, as well as...
Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went downtown, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich — yes, richer than a king, And...
