Saturday, June 27, 2009 1 words I am thankful for

New Home

Two days ago,
I took a flight
On a big plane,
Far from what I knew
As home.

Two nights ago,
I landed
In place
That I hoped would accept me,
This was my thought.

The day after,
I walked around,
Trying to be comfortable
Being very successful
And feeling like I belonged.

The next day,
I was enjoying myself,
Learning new things
And being accepted.
This was home.

Today I am going home,
To my birth home,
My legal home,
But I do not feel at home.
I have found a new home,
And it wants me home.
Thursday, June 25, 2009 0 words I am thankful for

Old Man

Old man,
I see you every time,
Every time I pass the liquor store.
With a bottle nearby,
Half empty,
If not empty.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I always see you
Sprawled on the steps.
Next to the liquor store.
I never believed you had
Dreams to dream.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I never pass the liquor store any more.
I can not stand to see you
Nor men like you,
With your faces wizened
From all the alcohol you drink
Your mind drained of all your dreams.

I don't want to see you
Nor people like you
Because you do not show progress of mind.
Now, old man,
I do not care to ask the question,
"Why do you do this old man?"

(pic: Örlygur Hnefill's photostream)
Friday, June 19, 2009 0 words I am thankful for

Black Tear

A black tear falls
Down my cheek.
Where did it come from?
What created this
One black tear
That now makes
A path down my face?

I don't know.

(pic: Krannert Art Museum)
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Beats For You

Dagger aimed at my heart
Held by you,
The one I once loved.

You walk towards me,
Ready to attack.
I'm paralyzed,
Deer caught in the headlights.

You stab me in my clavicle,
Dragging the blade down
To my navel.
I feel nothing.

You grip my ribcage,
Pry it open.
My chest cavity exposed.
I stare at you.

Then you rip my heart out,
Yet it still beats.
It will never stop
For it beats for you.

* I've decided to just pull the poems out of the folder and type them in. Whatever the content, I will post it.

(pic: Rosey's Ramblings)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009 0 words I am thankful for


I'm not mad,
Nor am I sad
At the year
That has passed.

Nor am I
Bouncing off the walls
With glee.
I'm just here.

It's over, baby,
A year to remember,
A year to forget,
A year has passed.

Now I leave
This room,
With it's pale yellow walls.
Room 408.
Nice living in you.
Nuff respect.
Big up your chest.

* I will be honest, while typing out this poem I was reading it with new eyes. At first, I thought it was about the room the art class occupied at State College, but as I read I realized it was a dorm room. It's amazing how something that was so important at the time is just a foggy memory long after. It becomes something that isn't important and worth remembering. I guess it is best to savour the moment you are in then let it go because it soon will be forgotten.
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If only we were blind
To our differences,
But, then we would not
Appreciate what makes us
Monday, June 15, 2009 0 words I am thankful for


Ain't found
My way
Only found misery.

Cut out
Like a sacrificed
Still beating,
But nothing.

I want
To scream,
But I'm silent.
Tears fall
But they too

And I'm left
But I will
I have Me,
And I
By my side.

*Another old poem. I think I had so much sadness in me growing up, not realizing that it was an invention of my mind. All I had to do was embrace life and enjoy it. It will take time to unlearn all of that damage.
Saturday, June 13, 2009 0 words I am thankful for

Life, Love and...... YouTube

As I was going through my home page on Facebook I came across the first video below and it reminded me of my poetry and the readings I've done and I realized that my most potent poems were about love. That made me pause for a moment and question if that is the only topic I'm passionate about. I know I'm vehement about pro-choice, I believe a child should be brought up with a mother and father present, I've accepted and love the colour of my skin and the features I've been blessed with. Why haven't I written about those? I'll have to sit down and reflect on that. While I do that enjoy the clips below:

I'm going to post this post on my other blog as well.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009 0 words I am thankful for

Tell Me

Tell me
About the singer
Who sang
In the concert hall.

Did she wear a dress
Like liquid,
Shimmering around
Her body?

Does she move
Like a swan
Or like an agile

What of voice?
Did it fill the hall
Like a wave
Into an inlet?

Tell me
About the singer
Who sang
In the concert hall.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009 3 words I am thankful for

Thoughts of a Sales Girl

Oh, how I hate you,
I dislike the way you waste my time.
The fact that you think
I'm your friend,
The fact that you
Come in every damn week.

Oh, how I loathe you,
I can't stand
When you ask my opinion
Then chose the other item,
Making it obvious that
You don't value my opinion.

Oh, how I despise you,
I wish you didn't try everything
Then don't by anything,
Raising my blood pressure
To a dangerous level.

Alas, I can not spout
My long list of faults
I've found in you.
All, I can do
Is smile and say,
"You look great."

*My mom owns a store in town and at one point this is how I felt about a particular customer. After a while people do get to you, but when you are in a service industry you have to swallow your resentment.

(pic: All Things In Their Place)
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Every now and then I go through a phase where I question why I'm blogging. Then I come to accept that this is more for me than for the people who read this blog. It's all about cataloging all the poems I've written over the years.

So I will keep on posting and sharing with the world my work.