May 2012
9 posts
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Food of the dead
like dreams of the living
Songs in my head
like riddles in space
I once was in bed
with a guy
that said people don’t give in
at the place where he’s from
and I didn’t believe him
then he mentioned he was an alien
and I got curious.
Nerves slid down my spine
like a snowfall in winter
I asked him some questions
and he answered like a prisoner.
We...
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One of my poems, Ah, the City, just won the WragsInk Philly poetry contest :) See page 6 of my blog if you want to check it out!!!!
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Old Soul
An old soul some say
looking back on my life like an old lady
rocking in a wooden chair and hitting the wall with my elbow
as I ponder fast happenings, flocking mistakes,
charming fellows I used to date
then I slap my hand on my knee, maybe
as smiles dawn upon my face slowly
like through the dark hours when morning breaks
uncanny how it seems
and when thoughts of oneself are...
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If the woods could talk
right next to the school
they would complain like I do
sometimes about you, and
rude kids and bad weather,
chirping some resentment
that’s natural
I think once I heard them
whispering about happiness in summer
I can’t remember
after I sat up too fast today
and got a real rush of air
drugged in hopefulness and marijuana
pretty sure the trees told me...
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Free
Freud, like many others
said dreams are where to be, if you want to fly
but I say, absolutely not
Stay here and choose reality, the greatest flight of all.
With this philosophy in mind, I made a bullseye right before summer
some people call it full-circle, what have you
A round-about way of remembering this one time,
as a child
my Dad said he didn’t want me to get dirty,
but I...
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The clouds, do what they do
hang like velvet curtains over the city
My thoughts, they hang in the sky too,
but weigh heavy.
Philadelphia is a clam shell
all the innards and dirt
the musky smell inside
it all reminds me of you
Or maybe me?
Myself in a different time and place
Yourself in a space of another person’s company,
female or male, it doesn’t matter.
What I say is...
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See Me
They see this innocent face
The years go by, but it never appears graced with age
At this place, they can’t place me
They say I look like a baby
So cute, childlike, young and sprung unlike their
dark, old fantasies
Box me in, why?
They think that makes it easy
Not that I am new, you see
I say open your minds
Call me naive, maybe
When it’s really experience beyond belief,...
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Perhaps, it is all a trap
to go down that old path
when I imagined I already
had turned back.
Lacking in clarity
but not really wanting any
From the looks of those same old trees,
that dirt, those leaves
everything is the same,
nothing is the same,
and the path under wraps looks tidy.
