Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment

Monday, August 13, 2007

Fame and Heroes

Lohan and Hilton,
Misdemeanors, slap on the wrist,
Gaining fame by faults.

Everyday heroes,
Saving lives and loved ones,
Their stories forgotten.

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Actors - stage fright their demon,
Performance day, carrying their worries,
Show - Hit or miss, they will decide,
Their demise, revealed upon the final act.

News of talent scouts amidst the audience,
Their future, hanging by thread on opening night,
Ready for their performance, hurry to the stage,
Crossing fingers, the show is announced.

Curtain call.

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Tuesday, August 7, 2007


My life intertwined in a vine of hope,
Climbing to the top with no intentions,
What is expected is a mystery,
Anxious to reach the top of the vine.

Grapes all around as I try to reach my goal,
Laughing as I ascend to the top,
My confidence weakens as I approach the zenith,

The green grapes, sour with taste,
The eyes of jealousy soon await,
I reach the height of the vine,
My legs, grasped by the grapevine.

My body, carried into an inferno of grapes.

Hatred of fruit,
Vegans beware.

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Mind, Body, and Spirit

My mind, inhabited by thoughts of love,
Daring to escape in the form of passion,
My thoughts revealed to everyone around me,
Dexterity, what I need most.

My body, cloaked from the world,
Physique veiled from plain-eyed view,
Hiding behind a shaggy burlap sack,
Allure, what I lack.

My spirit, homely and encased in sorrow,
Happiness lacking, grotesquely fulfilled,
Walking on water, unapproachable dream,
Spontaneity, my better half.

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