November 2010
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The Only Way to Celebrate Thanksgiving is with...
The “holidays” are coming. That has always meant one thing to me: awkwardness. When I was a kid, living at my parent’s house, Thanksgiving always meant nobody came over. Who would, anyway? My mother forbid my father to be in contact with his family. They weren’t allowed over. So at elementary school, when my friends talked about having their grandparents over, and their cousins, and their aunts...
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This Fragile Thing
This fragile thing
a bird in my palm
wings fluttering
rapid heart beat
if it gets too scared
its heart will burst
I must mend its
broken wings
so it can heal
and fly
soaring
If I get too scared
my heart will burst
Keep me in your palm
protect me, heal me.
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Embrace
The arms that try to
reach out and grasp
that shadowy, elusive
stretch of road
themselves are ghosts
tendrils of smoke
reaching out with transparent fingers.
Stretching, stretching
but smoke can’t grasp smoke.
They entwine
as lovers
and the hands, ever try
to wrap around the unseen.
Futile effort
all around
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Dancing on the Wall
Only my
little monster
understand me
loves me
comforts me
at night
when I am alone
with my thoughts
Flicker
as the light on the wall
enjoy the emptiness
little girl, he whispers
you deserve it
enjoy the bitterness
little girl, he breathes,
it tastes good to you
cry your tears
you fool, as he
caresses my ear
with his soft, soothing tone
cry your tears
because
you don’t deserve
happiness
There...
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Closed
Is it so hard
to find solace tonight?
that wisp of a cloud
covers the eye of the sky
as I try to cover mine
tired of this
wantonness
We try so hard
to wear these masks
Mine is
Permanently etched
covering that
window your
opportunity your
attempt but
Its too late
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Awake
This is
the liminal time
the after time
the before time
when sleep beckons
but alludes me
when I lay
wrapped up but
exposed
and thought
escapes me
See
It’s hard to see
when it’s dark
So I close
my eyes
and try again
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Journal Entry from June 2010
No one understands what it’s like to fight with your own mind, every day, to hate who you are, to feel guilty for feeling bad. To want to go to sleep and never wake up. How sleep is the only place you can escape, but then you can’t even escape there because of the nightmares. How you feel like the world is moving around you, spinning so fast out of control, and you’re just stuck. How no matter...
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Staring at the Lake in March, Contemplating Death
When you ripple
start at the back
sometimes you’re violent
I want you to crash
over me.
Endless, it seems
as you blend into the sky.
So I contemplate wading
One foot in
Then the next
I think I’d welcome
the cover.
It would be cold.
Would I go numb?
I would float of sink
bloated. A tragedy they’d
say. A watery grave.
discovered by a stranger
in a boat, or maybe
washed up on shore.
Too much...
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Borderline
A child can confuse
what is dream
what is real
but sometimes
what is dream
and what is real
do interfere
If it happens enough
you won’t even notice
So I took your mind
and forced you to stand
on a floor made of flames
I made you hurt yourself
before you knew what it was
I made you bleed
I made you scar
your skin because
I wanted to leave
my mark
you cannot cage me
I will break free
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Hades
I have ghosts, shades
that swim in the river of
my hysterical abyss.
They reach out
tendrils of fingertips
attempting to cling
to that which feeds them
The shadow of an unseen future
looming, clouded with
uncertainty. Fed off fear
they retreat back
to their cyclical swim
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Night
against the azure backdrop
cutting through the silk sky
branches tremble in anticipation
the coming storm.
leaves whirl past
the orange glow of streetlamps
and i tremble in anticipation
the coming night.
reaching across the expanse of black
a dark form takes shape
interloper
i welcome with masochistic delight
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August
Within time
marked by a glow
on a leaf
as the season
winds down
the slow
languid
sonorous lull
of cicadas
the heat
of the day
the days grow
a little shorter
and my time
which I try to possess
I try to discipline
designate
I try
to wake early
to cherish
the moments the breathes
the pieces of forever
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driving to canada at 1am in july
when i need to leave i leave go as far as possible canada why not too tired to focus on the road too tired to think. i should pull over lay in that cornfield look at the milky way the Pleiades out of the corner of my tear stained eye. it is so empty so quiet so vast. that road stretches endlessly like the horizon when it meets the water and it’s so dark the difference cannot be...
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Apollo & Daphne, Part II.
As Ovid wrote, I’d turn to a tree but let you take from me my branches i’d turn to a tree but to only be where you can find me i’d turn to a tree only to know that i would not leave you chase me i am your Daphne only i will let you catch me only my Apollo, you can have me take from me my laurel leaves adorn your crown a part of me with you i will give to you i will never fall to...
its not even midnight yet.
If Cinderella was a grad student, she wouldn’t have to worry about the spell expiring. She’d have wooed, seduced and married that prince before 11. Then, sleep.
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You don't know me
That statement is true for everyone.
Even if you are the person closest to me, you still don’t know me.
You don’t know my thoughts, my insecurities, my dreams.
You don’t know what I have struggled with daily within my own consciousness.
If you only somewhat know me, for example, have worked with me, or taken a class with me, then you truly have no idea the person I am.
You have no right to try to...
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“All is dark, uncertain, confused, terrible and sublime to the last degree.”
– Edmund Burke, on Death in Paradise Lost
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This Elusive Thing
I find myself
at a loss for words
though I dream of words
Love found me altogether disarmed
invading my heart
my body
my soul
defenseless
I watched in awe
as your forces
outnumbering mine
stormed over
in droves
Surrender not an option
I had no time to consider
Surrender
I watched, helpless
as I stood alone
against your invasion
so used to standing alone
you washed over...
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Stockholm Syndrome
for when i dream all that i attempted to forget surfaces like a dead body weighted down thrown into the deep to sink if the weights come off it floats to the surface bloated decaying as my thoughts are dead rotting these thoughts have been bound burned beat until they bleed (tears on the moon soaked in red) kept them alive just to see them suffer fed them. nursed them. i...
Dr. Who is a mind fuck
Don't you love
That end of the day feeling
Sweatpants t- shirt
No makeup
Buried under a blanket
The one point in the day
You don’t have to act
Or be judged
And can regress to a childlike comfort
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A Sonnet
that coy mistress, I am not
no convincing is needed, but we can pretend
pretend, love, that I am coy
with words, seduce me
ask me to come live with you and be your love
though gladly I will follow wherever you go
tell me I am a land you wish to conquer
though gladly I will surrender if ever you invade
and we have neither time, nor world
tell me love is not love
which alters when it alteration...
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Galathea
Unlike the muses of great poets i write i give voice to the other side how the living laurel feels to be loved. i give voice to the object of Pygmalion’s desire how it feels when he touches her kisses her desires her and she longs to touch him feel his skin against her fingertips and she longs to meet her stony lips with his to yield against his mouth to yield ...
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Words
*I want to preface this by explaining this is a “greatest hits,” so to speak, of lines from my journal. These lines range from March to September.*
I want to write thoughts. Incomplete sentences. I want to sculpt words. I want to figure it out through writing.
Sometimes I wonder if I am capable of loving enough. Do I have enough love in me? Sometimes I wonder if I am capable of being...
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