I said I was getting to a place.

Well I'm here.

Im marveling this big space wondering what to do next.

But ...

I am here. 

wtf, im back. i found my way here again. i have a flashlight this time. i had to crawl through the mucky swampy dirt. but im here. im here. isn't that funny. just hilarious.

and guess what. i still like poetry. im crazy. insane.

and guess what else.
im happier. 
i think. right??

the stoned dogs crawl back through the blood.
through the conquered ( Read more... )

come on

die with a smile on your face

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spirit, how are you today?

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i need a year off from child caring. i need to write poetry. badly. what is the costs of bearing a child, what is the meaning of it all?

i am tired, something tires me
i once started, baby chub and fresh
my heart beating, a bloody boxed in love
i lost being, i lost course and draw
and i will lose, to, i will lose, you

because i'm tired, i'm in need of ( Read more... )

 where is this place?

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 who am i now? i dont know.

some one who.....

loves more.

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 i said i was going somewhere.

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We are ready. We are not ready. People know.

Our house sits on a sinkhole. Our house is the one being swept up in the tornado, the little train-set model house floating helplessly, pathetically around in the howling black funnel. We're weak and tiny. We're Grenada. There are men parachuting from the sky.

We are waiting for everything to finally ( Read more... )

i so desperately need to want to write a poem. *cries* i dont have the time!

i want to move out in the middle of a desert somewhere in a little shed book-shelved with poetry and paper and pens.

i also read an excerpt of the play hamlet. i fell in love with it. i'd like to read the whole play.

i need to get more organized... gee

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