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Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
11:57 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
poem_post? you totally forgot about this didn't you?
so these are some poems that i wrote last semester that i never posted. i guess cause some were inspired by alex but i didn't want him to get the wrong idea. i'm going to post each version of it too. some of them have multiple versions. none of these are final versions though, I'm still working on them.

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Thursday, March 24th, 2005
2:12 am
[goldenrodsucks]
Falling to sit.
I am here.
I am the one
who is laying on the ceiling.
My fingers stretch across tiles
and lights
reaching past walls
and anything visible
to you.

Who’s there?

You walked on the walls
to the place you knew I couldn’t find you,
the place where you couldn’t find me,
the place that smelled of age.

Follow me.
Follow me across my fingers
where we will travel
to times not yet conceived here.

Are we but children?
Suck the teat.

My mother
would run her fingers through my hair,
tell me that the monsters were not real.
She said this
and they crawled upon the ceiling,
and squirmed in her hair;
I had to fall asleep before they got to me,
for that is when I could defend them.

Fight them back.
So this would end.

Please end.

Please stop.

So I can hug my mother again.
And my fingers ache.
I’ll paint the ceiling bright purple.
I shall.
To remember my monsters.
Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
7:12 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
Impartial Flowers
What do think is the tutelage,
For a babyish blossom in winter?
Humble thinkers, there is not much
For a harbinger such as a winter flora.
If it could speak, this special flower
Billingsgate would echo
Ululating into infinity
Jingoism of the gentle snow
He would wanderlust and weep for the spring
If he were lucky
A avuncular tree or bush
Would sway casually over towards it
To try and be it’s tutelage
So the cold would not imbue it blue
Maybe it should subside
Into the natural rathskeller
Away from the aleatory
Thursday, March 10th, 2005
9:08 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
Her stare
I followed her
Down the cold streets
Houses peering over us
Cars speeding by
I followed the cracks in the sidewalk
And the tattered grass line
She walked for days
I rested for years
Her heart took my hand
I lay in bed
Playing with the dripping nub
I pour me into margarita glasses
And hand them out to passersby
They drink of my blood
And the broken glass paints my lawn
A yard of diamonds
I walk across
Into the finite possibilities
She is dead
She is alone
She is loved
Her hands dangled around her neck
Show that she is the one
Who stops caring
She is the one
Who leaves men and women alone
Across this world
Dancing, spinning, dress twirling
With hands all over her body
She no longer cares
A diamond tear in the corner of her eye
For the one she had once pined for
Hands in her hair
Hands on her breasts
She no longer cares.
Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005
5:50 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
Salamander
In days where scrapes and bruises were medals of honor,
We stumbled upon a creature that we had never seen.
A slimy lizard,
Black and yellow,
With a glob of a tongue that peaked out from it’s lid like head.
At first we thought,
Maybe it’s a baby monster,
Maybe it’s a mutated snake,
Maybe he can be our pet.
In a hollow of a fallen tree,
We made him a home.
We filled it with moss,
And a big leaf in the middle that we filled
With water from the creek.
We place him next to leaf,
Crickets danced around him,
Worms squirmed beneath him.
He was ours,
And nothing was too good for him.
We only fed him the best.
We left for dinner,
Hoping he liked his new home.
When we returned he was gone,
And so was our trust.
Monday, February 21st, 2005
3:13 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
Gentle caress
From Mother Ocean
Feet tremble in shallows
Going to where ancient life began

All her children visit
But most never stay
Claiming the lives of those
A gentle stroke to the land
Mother Ocean recedes
But never leaves

Mother of life
Mother of mystery
Mother of destruction
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005
3:08 am
[goldenrodsucks]
first update in forever
sometimes i wonder why this world is
the world it is.
i think about my influence
and i think of my impact.
i wonder if my friends would be okay
if i was not here this day.
i wonder how things would be
if my best friends did not have me.
i wonder sometimes
how i would be
if they were not here for me

the snow hanging in your hair
i look into your eyes
and i see the sparkle of new love
and i see how you could love me
and then i see
how i will break your heart

this is the time of never ending kisses
when a kiss is breif
and hours have past
when a hand is held
and the room stands still
when i look into your eyes
and your soul shines through
it is the time of never ending kisses

i thought of you
today i sat and pondered
what it means to be a friend
i thought of the people i knew
and the people i love
i sat and thought
of who i want in my life
all of you came to mind
and i want to say
i love you.
Thursday, December 16th, 2004
3:05 pm
[hope_remains]
Hey, remember this community? Yeah, it exists.. yey.
Sunday, August 15th, 2004
7:23 pm
[dancingbullet]
a poem composed from old chemistry notes
bonds are broken
new bonds are formed
but we can never changed the subscripts
only the coefficients
Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
1:49 am
[floatinggravity]
[yes, I am well-aware that I am a poetic genius, thank you.]

I like to poop.
poop poop poop.
Right in Rich's shoes.
and on your face.
Saturday, July 10th, 2004
11:15 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
i think this counts as a poem post....


I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.
What Poetry Form Are You?



wow that's actualy like my poetry.
Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
11:42 pm
[floatinggravity]
she makes
cracked
coffee cups
and
nicotine inhalers
look
intense+glamorous.
Wednesday, July 7th, 2004
12:50 am
[floatingeaker]
help me.
Summer rushes through leaves and shadows
In a camera lens
Contrasts creating emotion that never existed,
Lasting into distances,
the finger that clicked its exposure will not see.

Skyscrapers hover in silence from the outside
despite the cracking of keyboards,
dripping of coffee makers amidst long winded phone calls
and elevators drifting from noise to noise.

While a lady rests under the movement of bugs in the treetops
And the crowd sways controlled by a feverous sun,
Sweaty tension of skin on pavement

In the heat of the moment
Purple skirt soaked from a scalding sky
Dancing flared to the beat of the birds
Twisting in oblivion to the orders of the wind

The camera,
It catches so much but nothing
For the bleak distances
Crowded cityscape
Creating and missing the movement of summer.
Monday, July 5th, 2004
1:17 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
i wrote a song.
i followed his shiloette
as he took
the blinding light
out of my eyes

i can see clear now
cause i can see clear now
my love goes un-foretold
i just wan to hold his hand
feel his heartbeat against my chest
and to know (and to know)
that my unrequited love
from his was not obsolete
cause it's killing me now

cause i know
that you are the one
cause i know
that you are the one that i cannot have
it's killing me now
not to feel your hearbeat
beating against my own
it's wondering how
how this came to be
you weren't even there for me
when i needed you
to comfort me
but i was always there
by your side

i followed his shiloette
as he took
the blinding light
out of my eyes

i hear your voice
after so many years
i wonder how you have been
i missed you but
i had forgotten how much
i can really love you
i've forgotten
your shiloette
but now i remember

Current Mood: accomplished
Thursday, June 17th, 2004
1:44 am
[goldenrodsucks]
I saw you today.
You were at your prettiest
Per usual
And today I thought
Why?
Why must you do the things you do?
Why must you insist upon breaking my heart?
I saw you today.
You were at your prettiest.


Untitled Fears
Sometimes I wonder about you.
I wonder what you will be.
I wonder who you will meet.
And I fear that someday, soon.
You will find another
And again I shall be alone in my bed for two.


I forgot about you.
For an instant.
A brief moment,
When you were no longer with me.
And the pains from our past,
And the fears of our unrequited future,
Were gone.


Sipping Quietly
I sipped on my water.
As I watched you.
Walking in the park.
I watched you.
And I remember,
Once you saw me.
Once I was recognized.
Again I am nothing,
But a faint memory.


Chin Hairs
I try not to listen,
As you tell me you hate me.
As you shatter my heart.
I watch you play with your goatee.
I examine the folds in you shirt.
Anything to take my mind off of you.
Off of us.
You breeze through our demise and leave.
Leaving me with the bill.


I’m Trying
Not to look at you.
Not to pine over your existence.
Alas, no.
You have to be perfect.
Even with the speckled blood across you face.
You are perfect.
I tried to not make a mess.
I didn’t want to get you dirty.
I try not to cry as my body fades.
But I watch you as I fall.
You still look perfect to me.
And I, as always.
A mangled mess.

Current Mood: awake
Monday, May 31st, 2004
2:42 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
The Clock Upon The Wall
Ticks essenantly
Makes me crazy
Keeps me sane
Time flowing forth from it's face
Rivers in the air
Clouds of smoke floating
Gloating to us
Being solid and confined
It knows no boundries
Boundries that fill our lives
Flows through us like the rivers
The rivers in the air
And we sit and watch
We giggle and feed the clouds
The become larger
Stronger
We weaken ourselves
And the smoke overtakes us
And we grow tired
And we depart knowing
That we made a difference
If only for one night
In someone's life, for that one night
And the rivers recede
The clouds clear
And the only thing which remains
Is the clock upon the wall
Saturday, May 29th, 2004
1:32 am
[goldenrodsucks]
Graduate
My life begins
Where my childhood ends
Old acquaintances will soon be forgotten
New friendships are eminent
My memories will fade and warp
Everyday, will be a good ol' day
And to my friends I miss you already
Best of luck
As your life begins

Current Mood: nostalgic
Monday, April 26th, 2004
3:36 pm
[floatingeaker]
first post ever.
woooooooo. uh. yea.

i really hate my poetry. but here we go.


We looked up in apathetic harmony
into horizons, our canopy that
kept us awake in the dark.
The scraping of dirt,leaving sitting marks on the flower bed
was our revenge
On mother nature.

We wandered and listened to the creek breathe
And our solitude was crowded with
The whining of the plants
And the stench of animal prints.

The stars spoke
no concern to empty bottles,
The shards of glass we would miss,
our wearied eyes
gazing up to the concrete moon,
where my sister slept for days waiting for the sky
to fall to old heights.
where the salted taste of a Play-Doh or silly putty,
or our idea of a concrete moon
could greet her tongue,
malleable and fresh as dawn

to the careless net
of purple horizons
the cautiousness and the liveliness
of the woods
that remembers us
better than our footprints.
Sunday, April 25th, 2004
11:09 pm
[goldenrodsucks]
incapable poems
i used to write
of unrequited love
i've found myself incapable
of reproducing such works
even before, i found him
i felt as if i had the feeling
before it was felt

i wish to write of unrequited love
maybe i am a cheetah
just in it for the chase
Friday, April 23rd, 2004
11:15 am
[hope_remains]
New poem! Yay!
Short Attention Span

Today I saw

Current Mood: accomplished
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