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Sunday, August 6th, 2006
3:02 pm
I Drink Alone.
I Drink Alone
© Crux Charisma
i want to run naked
through the city
this is bullshit
and leave nothing
but burning rubble
in my wake
i want firecrackers
to sear wrinkles
in your
botox smile
because the media
(and testosterone)
tell me
i must inseminate
the woman with the
largest breasts
and smallest hips
so another
complacent ingrate
can spill
from her cunt
and rape the planet

Read more...Collapse )
Sunday, July 16th, 2006
12:11 pm
Monday, January 9th, 2006
8:04 pm
Starched sheets
Are the gateway to dreams
And merciful sleep
Towards it I lean

Silk, cotton, linen
Even cashmere throws!
And the peace they are a-bringing
My love for it grows

Seven hours – not enough
Eight hours – looking rough
Nine hours – nearly
Ten hours – seeing clearly

Eleven hours – perfection of sleep
Twelve hours – extravagance so deep
Thirteen hours – gross indulgence
Fourteen hours – the apex of opulence

Wake up at two – who really gives
Then the hours will be few
And darkness will be tailing you
A child of the night, scorning morning dew

Trap myself in my bed
Build around me a tower of books
To release my head
A garden of remembrance – for when I’m dead

It’s a well-known fact
That everyone looks better in twilight
So how good will I look
Lit only by my square skylight?

Time is my enemy
It reminds me that I’m ageing fast
Facial age-lines will eventually taunt me
A reminder of an expansive past
I curse bright light
For showing the flaws in my skin
Is that vanity?
Or the obsessive streak that silence brings?

When the moon is blue
I’ll have a companion in my bed
When the moon is white
Long will be the night

My room – my tomb
Not a palace admittedly
My bed – the holder of one unwed
The time in it goes too quickly
Friday, December 16th, 2005
7:45 pm
Prose. I made it legal on here a while back.

I try to write like Hardy. I wish I could do it like I used toCollapse )
7:14 pm
One of those Study Hall poems were I really should have been doing work, or something like that, but that concept just can't seem to infiltrate the creative need barriors that have been making me frantic lately. And, the sad thing is, this is nothing near the best that I can produce.

I'll leave it up to you guys. read it and leave me a comment. What should I call it?Collapse )
Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
3:49 pm
Prelude To Winter

Crisp golden leaves
'gainst an azure sky
Wispy white clouds
Go scurrying by
A carpet of splendor
Covers the earth
Cold gusty winds
Announce their birth
Birds flying south
In formation abreast
From bleakness of winter
They seek a warm rest
Rosy cheeked children
Look forward to feasts
Of piping hot chocolate
And holiday treats
Tuesday, October 25th, 2005
9:18 pm
The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive
But I feel like I died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away

After all this has passed
I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Thought it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain

My whole world is the pain inside me
The best I can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory
I wonder why God lets me walk through this place
And though I can't understand why this happened
I know that I will when I look back someday

And see how You've brought beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames

Here I am at the end of me
Trying to hold to what I can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to your promise there will be a dawn
Monday, October 17th, 2005
12:54 pm
Darkness and shadows and unforgiving things...
DarknessCollapse )

-"[Life] is a prison... then 'tis none to you. There is nothing good nor bad, but, thinking makes it so. To me, it is a prison."
-"Then 'tis too narrow for your mind..."
-"Oh, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space..."

Current Mood: depressed
Sunday, October 16th, 2005
6:06 pm
You reveled deeply
in your pain,
until, with only death
to gain,
gave one last cry
to sever hurt -
then one last fierce, goodbye.

Sad... but something that needed written.
Friday, October 14th, 2005
2:13 pm
condemned by the crowd
as a rotton knave
then wrapped and shrouded
carried to the grave

It was originally much longer than that then I realized that the rest of the verses really didn't make much sense. I shall endevor to work on it.
Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
3:20 pm
If I ever have a child, I should work "extemporaneous" into the name, somehow...
don't take this the wrong way. Poetry can be fictionalCollapse )

The strength, fragility, and beauty line means the most to me. Find it in the symbolism, and I will give you a dollar when I am not poor anymore. It's pretty obvious... you can do it...

And, I'm adding prose to the shadow. Because I run it, and I can do that. So, if you think that your poetry is terrible, even though it probably isn't, you can now write a little something without all that poety stuff, and post it just for my enjoyment. Thanks.

Current Mood: cranky
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
3:08 pm
Let's here it for exteporaneous!

The Forest Floor

Raining down sun
In spots of gold
all seems right.

Dark gathers shadows
to the bosom
multiplying the blight.

Danger gathers
but is beaten
by the feeble white.
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
1:48 pm
Soldier in Desert

food canned
can't spit
shaved top
Saturday, June 18th, 2005
10:42 am

tears drip down
falling ground
red eyes
lifting high
stupid airplane
hiding blame
time gone
no song
Monday, June 6th, 2005
1:26 pm
God, if I have angered you... please, I apologize, and stop the rage.
Other one. This one is a little more Lit of the Brits focused, and it is from actual observations during the final.... for the most part.

Wow, you guys are making this harder than it needs to be...Collapse )

I am really hot. I think I will camp tonight, or something. I need air badly.
1:17 pm
the beggar steps back in the light.
The Brit Lit final was today, and I hate Brit Lit... so, right. I finished it quickly because I am just insane with English and things like that, and Karl and I crammed a little, so the stuff was fresh. Anyway, these next poems I post are from the extra time in Brit Lit.

Inspiration: The room, and three almost-consecutive classes with FeganCollapse )

Yes, I said two. I'll post the other one separately.
Monday, May 30th, 2005
10:11 pm
Needs work. But here it is. First submission.
The Unwritten Rules of Society, Part OneCollapse )
Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
12:54 am
for clarification
If you guys did not realize from the user info page of this community, and my icon, I am obsessed with Hamlet,and, well, you probably knew that. This is my community, so there is a lot of Hamlet in it. And, as for the name of it, it comes from the poem I am about to post. It has a pretty obvious Hamlet allusion in it, if you know what allusion is, and if you have read Hamlet.

'the shadow of a dream'Collapse )

I think I will fall asleep listening to my Hamlet audio tonight. This Brit Lit thing, which has mad me angry, is renewing my passion.

Current Mood: pensive
Saturday, May 21st, 2005
11:18 pm
Sleep is essential, believe it or not.
More improv tonight. Hell, I have nothing else pre-written, to tell the truth, so I have to just wing it every time I post on here. This is a mix of the Jeremy and Richard drama, because I am just good at recalling emotions like that... and partially to all those people who know that I am going to fail at everyjthing that I do, but do not have the balls to come out and tell me to my face. Right. And so proceed you.

Either 'Hands' or 'Faithless'Collapse )

I think I'll go sleep now. Thanks.

Current Mood: drained
Friday, May 20th, 2005
7:36 pm
See the morning sun
On the hillside
Leaving troubles behind
If you're not happy
then you must be blue
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