July 2012
1 post
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Road
I wondered who said
miles and miles
and miles
of dusty, parched earth
and wheels on asphalt
would bring clairty
That the stretch of forever in your sight
would bring sun
through the fogged screen of your mind
and that you’d come out
feeling less alone
and more yourself on the other side.
Street lines, road signs, the traffic
occupied time and divulged energy
spent and was spent...
October 2011
1 post
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
1 post
Drafts
I have many drafts that will be posted shortly. Beware: A wave of poetry is coming
May 2011
13 posts
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Finally
it’s been a long time since I felt this light
air blowing through the loose knit of my skin
the sun reflecting like broken glass,
every angle met with rainbows
and invisible pots of gold
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Modern Gods
This poem is to be continued at some point… All the God’s are dead
they sit frozen in time
on our dashboards and in our temples
on ropes holding them tightly to our chests.
We pray like they can hear us
throwing petitions at the sky
like we are hoping for answers in the rain
when the only water here
are the tears down our face
while the old gods speak in silence
the modern...
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Marathon
Not really happy with this piece but I am leaving it as is because it just spilled out of me in a random burst of words.
I told him
“when you’re tired of running
you know my address,
come and visit for a while.
You can stay with me and take a break.”
We can get to know each other
over spaghetti, bad jokes and reality televison
and I won’t ask you to stay when...
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30 Poems in 30 Days-Poem 1
Prompt: Write a poem about getting or sending a message (postcard, letter, phone call, card, email)
fingers tremble like my legs under the weight of a heavy heart
mine was never made to say goodbyes
yet here I stand
kissing the envelope in hand
to leave at the foot of your bed.
We both know you won’t come back
but I’ll wait for your letter explaining
how this isn’t...
April 2011
13 posts
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Stains
I’ve been SO busy and unable to post lately, so here’s an old poem for your pleasure.
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He was like indigo in cotton
wove in but would always bleed through
invisible in stillness and intoxicating in mood
skipping stones on tears cried but not shown
making promises not to wake the kids when he gets...
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The Days I Don't Believe in God
The days I don’t believe in God
are the same as the days
where eternity sits in each minute of sadness
like light years embodied in a single tear
and the time it takes to drop from my face
are universes crossed to get there.
It’s on those days when I look to the sky
and see nothing but Seattle gray
and nimbus clouds spilling rain on the city
and I pray to God to save free will...
Chopped-Prose: I want to be Bukowski →
YES.
keatonpogue:
Not kerouac, shakespeare, or Tolstoy, but Bukowski. I want it all. All the dirty fucks. All the muddy nights. All the flophouses filled with bed bugs, and lice, and cockroaches that whisper while you try to sleep off the doom of the early morning shoe-factor hours. If I could, I would take that…
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Gone So Long
…I have been absent a while now. Life…has been life.
Here’s a poem.
Fall Walks
Street trees shed leaves underfoot
cold hands in warm gloves in the palms of each other
kisses whistle in the wind of your sweet breath,
while the yellows, browns, and reds twirl away
and while the sun sets we lay hands on torsos and breasts
making the stories of our lives in tender...
March 2011
3 posts
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One Word →
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Everything
Some people believe In everything Making wishes in wells who’s water has long since gone dry and holding their breath by graveyards at night like you always take your coffee black and I always travel light, save for two pennies to get me through the other side it’s habitual in this habitat to need something to put faith in terrified that fate may break in and take what you’re...
February 2011
24 posts
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Eager
Its like when it rains in Seattle
it hardly ever pours.
It drips annoying light mists
just enough to make everything feel
damp.
I like to tell my friends
in the sunnier states
the Seattle rain is passive
all it really wants to do
is break loose
and drown us all in a flood from the sky
send us right back
to Noah’s time.
Instead it dribbles
over days
nights
first dates
and...
BEWARE!
A poetry flood will come tomorrow
Reblog If You Appreciate All Your Followers .
coransaysrawr:
if you don’t reblog, you don’t deserve all your followers.
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WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CRIES WITH YOUR...
Note to self and everyone else out there:
itsjustindie:
You know those certain songs that you prefer to listen to by yourself? Those which you blare in the car, or in your room and just sit and listen. The songs you absolutely genuinely love?
Never dedicate those to anyone. No matter how much you think it may fit, or how much you love them. Don’t.
Keep them, for yourself. Only yourself. It’s one thing that’s OK to be selfish about.
I...
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Armed and Dangerous (Unlove Me) →
So, today I found out that another Fawmer used my lyrics in a collab. Listen to the song and check out the other artist’s work!
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Winter
Another #FAWM song
Its cold outside this winter And unusually chaste Its like its snowing passive Thoughts and emotions Sealing our fate across your face Don’t you tell me It gets better dear, winter only last a season here The warmth will bring my love around to you darling The warmth will return Nothing to fear We hold fragile smiles Like falling stars making wishes That...
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“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you...”
– Martha Graham on an artist and their work
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Friends of an Aspiring Poet
If it came down to raw talent
You had me beat
every time.
You could fine tune,
rewind and back loop your words
to a million
different
rhymes
and it always helped
that you were such a stand up guy.
But I had the passion,
the pit so deep in my soul
that the audience
felt me
in their toes
I saw spit sail
with each word spoke
and my heart fluttered,
each stanza like an acrobat on...
It's Just Indie: For the past few months I’ve had... →
itsjustindie:
For the past few months I’ve had this theory, and it’s not necessarily a popular one.
All humanity last for 17 minutes.
15 minutes of fame, then 2 minutes more for the late comers and youngin’s. When The Suburbs came out, everyone called it the album of the decade. 2 months pass and everyone…
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“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create...”
– Chuck Palahniuk 