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Age: 29
Sign: Scorpio

City: somewhere other than pisstown
State: Oregon
Country: US
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Sunday, December 27, 2009

winter waiting
Category: Writing and Poetry

winter sits just outside the window

waiting for me to crawl under its coat tails

I grasp onto this pen in this coffee shop

to fight it off for just a poem or two more

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

as you fall against the sheild
Category: Writing and Poetry

here,
the clock is a Roman shield
not letting you
get away ,
not letting you go forward
only knocking you back
letting you collect yourself
as the seconds tick
you are being crushed by a legion

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

no light in
Category: Writing and Poetry

closing my eyes
letting no light in
I am hunting words
in this space
the darkened forest
of mind ; potential
poems hide like deer
in the bushes

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

dont belive everything that beievable
Category: Writing and Poetry

I wanted
to believe
in god,
in hope ,
in myself
at least I can
SEE
myself , but
that isn't
really helping

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

the pulling of gaps
Category: Writing and Poetry

empty moments being filled
with half-witted scribblings
and the twang of old guitars
but I still can feel the gaps
and I suspect I am being
sucked through them slowly

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

now something like sunset
Category: Writing and Poetry

it is something like sunset

now I feel the grave-dirt of evening pile up

I now remember that on a nightly basis

some part of me dies

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

a peaceful inner beast
Category: Art and Photography

there is something weak inside me

having spent years clawing for escape

now all its weapons devoid of sharp edges

it is forced peaceful ,imaging itself to be content

better times to be had than imagining yourself a prisoner

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

my campfire
Category: Writing and Poetry

there is life here
in me somewhere

as faint as campfires
in rainstorms

but still here, still powering me
and I still welcome it fully

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

as the cold prepares to nest
Category: Writing and Poetry

I can feel
the cold coming

waiting to burrow
into my face

attach to my organs
drop my temperature

make me a colder person

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

the echo of myself
Category: Writing and Poetry

here,
in hear
I hear
the echo of myself

I don't want
to listen any more

as it is, all
the squealing gurgling
noises of screams internalized
I can feel the scratches
of self doubt

the pillow muffling my voice
for just wanting silence
to fuel the mirage of peace

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

the full size of silence
Category: Writing and Poetry

this is calmness and quiet
and also perfect explaination
as to why we try our best
to make noise
sounds are proof of movement
proof of life
fighting the knowledge that
most of the universe is silent

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

beyond exorcism
Category: Writing and Poetry

ghosts come
crawling
on my
spine
making home
this
area under
skin
this area
I
can't shed
more
haunted than
posessed

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

hawks come to mind
Category: Writing and Poetry

hawks came to mind

when looking for a metaphor

of these parts of me

sticking in their talons

ripping away bits of flesh

these parts of me

already swallowed by clocks

already covered in dust

that time makes of everything

but I can look back

I can remember who I was

this is the anchor that pulls me

back home into the sinkhole that I was

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

loking forward onto the final act
Category: Writing and Poetry

here
in places
that resemble suicide
your talents seem limitless
some tricks passed on
from native son to native son
I can remember these things
that felt like art , these tar filled needles
these scars that never healed
only became invisible
I look to you, spit polished until
you become a mirror
thinking Shakespeare
has written inside all of our skulls

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Sunday, December 06, 2009

death throes, love throngs
Category: Writing and Poetry

here I
wait hoping
that love
exists but
is not
fatal as
I always
suspected it
to be,
I loved,
one died
I loved
and for
many, it
was the
love itself
that died
I am
now sick,
knowing love
more pure
than ever
known in
my life
praying now
for more
amorous time
hoping that
the hounds
of love
no longer
sink teeth
into throats

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