Hey everyone. I know I don't post much in this journal anymore. I had a writing slump. Anyway, I'm doing nanowrimo again this year. It's the first time since 2004. Last time I got to 50 000 words by November 30th and it was several hours before midnight too. This year my word count seems to be growing very slowly ( Read more... )

sweet flow of halting
garbage trucks on icy streets
waking us, reminding us of
our shame before
it's taken away
To the Sea
by Saraline Grenier
once I woke you in this manner
you bundled me into your softest arms
pulling me under
into a silver and sapphire sea
of doubt and confusion

the women of Michaelangelo are hiding in my room.

terrified
I sat there
waiting for the Michaelangelo

to leave.
to be vocal.
but he did, didn't he?

I found him

in the recycling bin
with a dog toy and my sister's old shoes
and told him my dream.

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WARNING! This is the worst poem I've ever written. (I never ever ever exagerrate, EVER.) It's almost as bad as "The Isle of Innisfree" by Yeats. Or was it "The Lake of Innisfree?" It doesn't matter, because the point is, Yeats suck, and he would be proud if he had written this poem and therefore I am ashamed. But I'm posting it anyway!)

red ( Read more... )

I’m awakened in the morning by a ringing telephone. The dream I was having ends sharply. I wipe the drool from my face and pick up the phone to stop the noise ( Read more... )

This one is still in sonnet form. Kinda. For now.You were smooth in my day dream and striking this morn ( Read more... )

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I wrote this a couple of months ago:

all of my organs
are jammed into cracks
along the tracks
destination now,
nestled against the cold
gnawing on empty
thrown out the window

by me

as I went on my merry way.
left in the wild
"run, organs, run!"

by me.

I come alone.

I don't feel that I can edit it at all because these aren't emotions that ( Read more... )

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