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Rise (Again)

Rise (Again)The tides of the moon and seaRepresentative of the ever-present pendulum Which exists in human nature Politics, the mood of my passing days AndThe overall trajectory of life. Today, I riseWith a new hopeI've been here beforeAnd will likely be here againBreaking ..

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1st poem I have written in years, 1st draft.

I'm Not

There's no need for promisesWhich crumble like crusts of piesI'm not going to believe youIf love's devoid from your eyesI'm not sleeping soundly near youWhen you deprive my body And know I yearn for touchWhat appears to you as angerAlthough that may be-Is truly loss and despair, yo..

Mess

Medicine, substance and conversation blocking tearsAlthough not every word you've said was trueOnce again, I am cajoled into agreeing with you.Take me down, down as low as anyone can goOut from the sight of othersSecrets long past buried but not forgottenI said I wouldn't cry anymoreBut I've got to.

Parts

PART ONE He grew on meLike a diseaseFlipped me over a thousand timesI fall on my a*s again and again I've fallen but can't get up.StupidThrow it away, throw it all in the garbageJust GET RID OF IT-This never happened. PART TWO Your deep blue eyes and shiny Medium brown hai..

Hot

Should have been bornBeneath another nameThis red penSets the page aflameSanity begins to rotAmidst these plans unclearly thoughtNary will a wander doPonder, bathed in powder blueNeedles prickling my wombAs I retire to my tombManic days and lonely nightsPerspire, requireWhat daydreams will suffice?&..

16 Pages

Derived from part of my most recent journal entry.

Heart

Bright sun resumes once morePainfully bright bliss floords my retinaeOne week later I pick up the piecesI try to dam up the river of tearsThey cease and flow, flow after a droughtI pull the plugAnd scrape Until nil remains to hide.

Blow

A finished batch, just to pass the timeReclused and changing frame of mindI can take the licksJust give me some kicksQuarter to four, should be out the doorRight to the core, can't waste anymoreBody of lies- now here's a surpriseThis little lamb's got Lion in her eyesCreating..

Suspension

Pie in the sky I can't describeHangnails and broken skinNo anxiety, it ceases to buildI've got plenty of time to kill A differed feeling, this wave of inner calmAm I waiting for the bomb?Enough is enough, time to get toughNo desire, no reaching outA voice inside that's it..

Rat Race

How did it get so cold, ohHow did I get so oldHow could I be more boldMy arms beside me to hold I'm due to go on tour,This will be for sureA band of rebels to findWe won't be left behindRemember to breathe, andSo it shall be seenMaking those too mean, sick 'till greenThere..

Fast Times @ RHS

An adapdation prose piece inspired by the characters of Fast Times at Ridgemont High.

One

The clock strikes twelveI let out a yellJust ring the bellSend the naysayers straight to hell We stand like two pillarsShaky and tall like treesAmidst a monkey's seaNeedling a purpose to believe I cast out a net and made a catchThis year's crop seems better thanLast year's me..

New Moon

Whispers and sighsJust let sleeping dogs lieHeaven knowsTime to hideOverexposedMy world explodes"Take off your clothes."Open wideLay beside Getting high. An echo in my earWhispers send chills Down my spineNo need to fearYet its oh so clear:We're moving in a flashLike an atomic bom..

Bad Habits

A true story.

The Fall

Crash and burnon alcohol discernedright eye blackenedskinned peeled jointsBloody kneesI fall down and goBOOMblast your memory away from meEach prescription doubleddoes nothing for the pain"Just wait," they sayZombie walk for the day when the big wave comes and washes it a..

Cave

A cave where the past is buriedWhere you burrow yourself insideMeA black hole Pills prescribed:"I'm doing just fine."SNAPAnd dragons cease to flyI Just like you enterPeriods of despairFollowed by pangs of desireCountered by seething hatredUltimately ending in apathyHow can I decide? When I cannot hi..

Decay

Shortened breathExasperated exhaleJaw bones can't fashion a smileBuilt for your convenienceDevoid of self-confidenceSeemingly incompetentThis working machine's wheelsAre going to need some greaseOr they will just Stop turning.Due to inactivitySacral juices Arteries cloggedI feel three times my ageEv..

State St.

This is dedicated to the victims, associates, families and bystanders of the Chicago Old Navy shooting tragedy that happened this morning.

the edge of summer

Another take-away exercise poem, extracted from a journal entry written 3/2/10.

1995

Three girls In the backseat Bob Evans parking lot witnessesMid-decade-SummerThat drawn lineThat rhyme of reasonGraying hair and aviator glassesStolen kissAdultry sawed through bonesAnd broke everything in halfFlourescent light revisionedWrote him a letterHe already knewOb..

Spotted skin stretch eyes heavy of suitcase. Shallow breath and crusted dishware sun mockingly brightens the house through windows only a hint of light provided it is so bright outside there are still certain corners of this unit that are pitch black. Hair tangled amass cats litter on the floor gree..

untitled

that waking morningyour hair matted to the sideaverted guisesunshine blindi wiped the crust from my eyesand knewyou cast me asidebefore i'd even enteredyour door

Ring of Fire

A tirade, and ode to substance-shattered friendship.

Arachnids II (revised)

Third version of a poem I wrote in October 2009. Revised per the Intermediate Poetry Workshop weekly assignment.

Saliva

The train roars across the horizonan explosiona booming base shakesReverberatesAbsorbed like a spongeTight Tendons rein in tensionBalled-up fingers bones clenchConnect: I want to make you see stars.Ice boxes and deserted regionsUnexploredceased the pink pills and th..

The Bug

A poetry workshop assignment. Based on Annie Dillard's 'The Giant Water Bug'.

See and Saw

were stuck here forever.transparent glass bowl shatters shardsflung across white tilea pile of dead leaves for a dying seasonin one fluid motionbolt that door the thousandth time.one week, two month's rebellion and the evenutal, inevitable coweringthat nectar from your lipsli..

Two of Cups, D Minor (Version II)

Version II- the only difference is line breaks.

Hide-and-Seek

An imitation of Jame's Galvin's poem "Show-and-Tell".

Still Waters Interrupt

An assignment in which we had to "translate" a foreign language poem into our own interpretation of what we think the words may mean.

Timeline

3/11/07 I am on the inside looking outward. Having strategically positioned my body here, the sun is damaging my eyes, but the blinding warmth couldn’t be better. When is someone going to pinch me so I may awake? Where is the thorn in this rose, this gift present..

The Puppets Dance

I reminisce upon the time. Female bodies were o u t s t r e c h e d limber and trained daily routines getting down onto the floor, the boys watching from the tiny gymnasium window view and pressure thinking, "nail it, every count." On cue cr..

Sardines, Saltines and Olives

What happens after the honeymoon ends?

Virgins of Eve

A cloud of purple haze SparkedI startA buzz delightfulPeaceful notations start fade and ceaseThe light of eve turns-NiGHT-We stake for stage,Squeeze through packsArms their weapons (Knew there was a reason I thought for one second I should stay back)A jitterbug s..

SATURN

Written 6/13/09.

Maggots

I now know how they got there.The large house of pale cedarwood and winding hallways dark. No lights but moonsglow &nb..

the machine

ever seen the movie secretary? well, let's just say it's a LOT like that.

Just Enough to Get By

The rich keep getting richer while the poor are left for dead.

milk

a prayer.

Splatter

Taken from my journal written May 2005- combined with a short 4-line stanza written Oct 2005. Revised and titled May 2009.

Ending Vacation, Toll Violations

Thoughts on the road back home... Written 4/2/04.

So, Mote It Be

A page taken from my journal written May 2005. Revised and titled May 2009.

Harem-Scarem

Poem #1- an assignment. Previously titled, "Fear".

Isolde

A dimming star slips the moss of eveA rope Lasso drapesThe WellLatches on and catches ontoSlips off and slides over off ofForms into a nooseRubber band binding my lungsIt'll do, just fineInside this cage I constructed Crafted of defiance EnragedI am on an island.Stranded?..

If Birds Have Wings II

the bird behind bars goes, “tweet, tweet!” nary an audience present no distress, nor decsent the cage door was left wide open instead, she turns it to a nest…

Going... Going... Gone

The realities and similarities between losing your mind and losing a loved one...

Restless Head Syndrome

Another short poem. Written sometime around the late spring of '08.

When the Leaves Change

Broken promises and the pitfalls of October.

Two of Cups, D Minor

My partner harborsDual polars that dry my insidesThen- one upward glanceSpread out over this levitated bed andI’ve been lubricated, bathed in bareEyes of panthers longing for timeYour taste of devil's flesh within reach Mid-years’ bright lilacs struggle for surviv..