Anyway, I'll try to put any forethoughts here about my writing. I'll probably even start preaching about the way I believe poetic theory should be shaped. So heres to the fun that is going to come. <----Look a rhyme!


StopSometimes...Stop
the whirling world sluffs into
disarrayed autumn, and I miss it
Peering down the twilighted street the unfamiliar grip of cold, a sting scented stranger, slows my perception
I see the world uncolored --
untickled by society's expectations I am and it is


AcousticAll acoustic American alliteration, in, vermilion flash fashioned hinges, upon, particularly pronounced strikings of the plectrum.Acoustic
As if, beating beautifully strenuously to bits, flecking golden metallic chips, allows rhythm to achieve soul
Cadence presently collapses,
before, the all encompassing solo.


An Un-Public ReactionToday I read the newspaperAn Un-Public Reaction
account and, funny how it sounded exactly like the hand-me-down account I heard
the day after
Ms. B was a cheer leading coach
and teacher, she was bitter;
that was my personal experience
Some rumored she had loved and lost, but I conjectured it was
somewhat due to her unteacherly
nature; her weight and ill temper that is; she was incorrectly pegged in my opinion
But who's to say, She was Christian and, by God's grace all that we do can only be for the good
Ms. B was a magnificent &n


At the End of the WorldI looked out across the plain; flat forever, all the way into nothingAt the End of the World
No mountains in the distance No hill the mar the perfect extension into the unseen edge of the earth
The sky brilliant blue and a cloud --
wind of neutral temperature blowing the one foot tall
broad leaf green grass
like ocean waves, violently
Only a few boulders
strewn randomly break the continuity My hair is whipped with the grass
"What is at the end of the earth?"
"Alien void? a waterfall
dr


Words.I hate language.Words.
so much gets lost in between the verbs and the nouns that the words that, miraculously, make it out of my mouth are always miles away from what I meant to say.
and sentences formed on a notebook or typed onto my blinding screen are disappointments because my thoughts are always infinitely more
poetic.
so it's the best thing in the entire universe when I can get my damn point across without civilization's most overrated achievement.
When he knows just what I mean just by looking into
my eyes.


Less Is MoreLess Is what others see. Less skin and fat attaching itself to your diminishing frame Less food being taken and put onto your plate,Less Is More
Less actually being put into your mouth, and even Less staying down once its there. Less energy as you struggle just to keep walking. Less sleep as you use what energy remains just to keep up your unfaulted Performance. Less sanity as youre consumed by obsession, and Less concentration as your mind


Briar RoseBriar RoseBriar Rose
Was it only curiosity that moved him Beyond the dense dark thickets The impenetrable overgrowth of roses Held motionless in their various stages Of blossoming and decay Or was there more Urging him towards the evidence Of time dividing his world From the legend contained
And when he finally saw her Still Among the dozing riches Somnolent and dumb The scene must have resembled a mausoleum More than a fairy tale It couldn't have been her beauty That urged him on To wake her with The inscrutable choice
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Ignorance is bliss...92% teens would die if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasnt cool to breathe. Put this on your sig if your 1 of the 8% who would be laughing their butts off.
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but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-its's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
- EE Cummings
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