Richard Brautigan - -2

Poem of the Day, June 16th 2007

Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they're lined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with you. They won't miss us.

Here is where inspiration

Rises

Savvy as a woman in red

Creeping into the cavity

Where my thoughts move the tectonic plates

Of worldly realizations

Which exist

As molten hot as

Melted earth

Piecing these simple realizations

Back together

Creating a Pangaea of

Epiphanies

Here, inspiration comes

In the form of

A Cheshire cat grin

In the form of

A Beautiful Muse

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Life is peaceful
Love is amazing
Drugs are delicious
Friends are loved
I am loved

happy birthday ross

Yesterday, I found

That I had become less than smoke

I had become

The shadow

Of the incense smoke

That clambered its way

To my ceiling

Ignorantly thinking

That flat plain of concrete over my head

Could ever be the sky

But today

I take nothing less

Than anything I

I desire

I will become the fire

That brings about

Chemical change

I will become the fire

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I am a sunflower

Whose seeds

You harvest

And salt

For your pleasure

If only you would

Watch me grow

To tower over

The rest of your garden

Efflorescing towards

The sun

Radiant and alive

Let my seeds fall

Where they may

Back to the earth

Where they belong

-Paola c. Tavarez

Inside

The walls stand in their

Insolent solidity

Against me

The windows are

Large and rectangular

I collect confidence

Like wax and stray feathers

To place symmetrically on my back

I will move

Nude

For their very eyes

Stretching my limbs

Sensually

Towards the sun

To warm my

Sinew

And my bones

My skin turns dark

And warm for,

You see,

The sun

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Poem of the Day, February 22nd 2007

if you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you then people will say "Along this road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover(it was toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

I found nothing yesterday

Everywhere I looked

There lay nothing

Cold as frost

Hard as the pebbles that crack my window

Into spider webs of glass

There are certain nights

Where I can be found

Braiding these webs

Intricately into my curls

The black widows lay nest there

They never mind me

So I never mind them

Under the blue sky I find puzzle pieces

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Of my existence,

I count my blessing

On the tip of each toe

To conceal with in my

Sneakers,

Along with the lunch money

No one will ever find.

Given the circumstances

In which I live;

Sunrise

Sunset

Sunrise

Sunset

Waxing and

Waning moons-

I resent all walls

For the sheer audacity of their

Remaining so solemnly solid.

I resent all ( Read more... )