Month: June 2014

Reflection- an original poem

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"Line of Fate" by Oscar Munoz
“Line of Fate” by Oscar Munoz

The smile I see reflected back at me
can not be mine, I know.
For long ago
I stitched my lips
and drained my skin of glow.

The laughter in the pool’s ripples,
is not my mirth, you see-
For I don’t laugh,
at least not anymore,
and my eyes are all but empty.

My reflection does not reflect me,
for it’s just a mask I wear.
I smile and laugh,
and play along well,
but it’s a heavy disguise to bear.

The smile I see reflected back at me
is my golden gag, the slickest scheme-
for beneath the layers
of smiles and shine
warbles a lonely and chilling scream.

Wrecked- an original poem

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"shipwreck" by RideFire
“shipwreck” by RideFire

They left me folded in sheets
of sand- wrapped in molding bandages
on the bed of the shore, with the surf
licking my frozen toes.
The gull who weeps for his friends
long dead is much like me- a nomad
with no name and no clan;
a roamer rejected by rose-ravished
words. Here I waste away,
repeatedly bitten by the wind’s sharpened
teeth- left to rot.

100 Followers!

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excited-adventure-time Yesterday I finally surpassed one hundred followers on my blog! Please excuse me while I squeal in excitement: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

So I know that one hundred followers really isn’t that many compared to some of the fantastic blogs on this site, but it’s kind of a big deal for me, seeing that I am someone who has never had any followers on anything. Since joining about a month ago, I’ve had a lot of fun, and hope to continue to share my writings and ramblings with all of you wonderful people.

I joined WordPress with absolutely no idea what the heck I was doing, and really, I didn’t anticipate anyone looking at my stuff. So to know that at least one hundred people are interested in what I have to say- well, that’s kind of a confidence booster, if you know what I mean.

My blogging plans for the following month include more than just poetry (which I know I’ve been posting a lot of lately). I’ll probably go into some detail on my own personal projects, writings, and ideas.

So, thank you to everyone who’s visited my blog, liked my posts, and followed! You’re the best!

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I Watch You Slip- an original poem

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"Flight From Dementia" by Jan Sewall
“Flight From Dementia” by Jan Sewall

I watch you slip
through the cracks
of consciousness,
and it’s killing me
slowly and
steadily,
as the light
in your eyes evaporates.
Now all you offer me is a blank stare;
no notions, no understanding-
you see me, but don’t see me,
and you ask me my name.
You wonder who I am.
You wonder where we are.

Don’t you remember?

As we sit on the bench,
I watch you slip
through the cracks
of your own mind,
and it wrenches me to see
you point in the distance,
directing my attention
to something that’s not there.
I try to see, I say I see-
and you smile, saying what
a nice young person I am,
what a nice, pleasant stranger.
I cling to your words, hoping
that within one of them I will
find a glowing ember
that will ignite
a spark, a memory-
anything.
But nothing’s there,
and we sit on the bench,
no more than strangers
in a world shifting with
ghosts.

Cotton Words in a Paper Mouth- an original poem

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"Laughing with a Mouth Full of Blood" by Simon Birch
“Laughing with a Mouth Full of Blood” by Simon Birch

Paper tears
but cotton snares-
and like cotton your words
cling to the dust in the air,
sucking the silt and sand
close to its fleece,
and slurring wet promises
slick with grease.

Cotton clings
but paper stings-
and like paper your lips
shred sour notes that sing,
bleeding your words of
all wealth and truth,
and ripping the life from
the throats of the youth.

Have Mercy On My Moratorium

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by Stanley Donwood
by Stanley Donwood

Have mercy on my moratorium,
for I’ve been a bumbling, busy bug-
traipsing through the trails of time
and slipping in slops of sludge.
Pardon my postponement, please,
but the yawning year is yearning to end-
and work without end waxes wide
and splits all my senses in shreds.

Well, it’s that time of year again…I know this poem is short and not-so-great, but I’ve been piled high with work lately. By next week, I should be back on a regular schedule…I hope.