I used to write poetry
Now, I am back
all thanks to the most boring microbiology class ever.


Miracle. . . there is a miracle waiting for me, out on the wind I'll look up one day realize the arrival was yesterday, and I missed it like I missed you, as the wind took you away . . .Miracle


Jungle Dog Jungle Mousethe dog, the big ferocious jungle dog he stalks from tree to tree born of other ferocious jungle dogs he is timid as the mouse but maybe that is not fair to say for maybe that mouse, is as ferocious as the dog, the big ferocious jungle dogJungle Dog Jungle Mouse
our dog, the dog, the big ferocious jungle dog meets our mouse, that mouse scurrying under tree our dog watches with keen piercing eyes that mouse scavenging for food under, up, between and through the mightiest of den he follows every time, wondering at drive our dog, the dog, the big ferocious jungle dog
now


ParadiseSuddenly, eyes closed, I felt the fall of paradise snakes withdrew from shed skin and trees aged. I, oh man! trembled in the nakedness of experience.Paradise
To know that paradise can fall, tumbling through the grass like a giant lost in a forest of glass. Every broken blade stabbing through illusion, every broken illusion meaning more to catch, cut, and bleed for eternity.
To know that paradise can fall, the flaw in perfection reflected back in
halos of imperfect color, where white, white becomes deception, black: justice where snake is


Valetine Poem Romantic 1I forget how you feel whether you first bring one finger light as the morning dew then fully rest the weight of your hand or just go for it eager, with a smile like the blossoming leaves of spring,Valetine Poem Romantic 1
then close your hand the gentle appreciation of a swan gliding into water.
I forget how you taste the slow delicate nibble making deliberate faes to show your sweet desire then there is the hungry chew recklessly abandoning all pretense at grandeur and delicacy savoring every last juice a hummingbird flitting from flavor to flavor &nb


Bless This WreckLord, God, bless this wreck, my life has been absolved. I'm touching absolution though my troubles aren't solved.Bless This Wreck
Fully vindicated, I sit atop the heap of all my cares and sorrows, and I now prepare to leap.
"Return to us," my troubles call. "You can not hide away. Sometime, you must return to life and sometime face the day."
Before my leap I take one last bold look up at the sun. Perhaps I shall see it again when all is said and done.
Lifes Too Short

the road beneath my feetThe highway stretching into the horizon these shoes with worn soles from the trip but the venture is not over this suitcase, my stone, grows heavy with the miles and my lungs still choke to the feel of the velvet interior of your Cadillac my jeans threadbare no, I would not like a ride for your vehicle is destined to break down and leave you stranded alone the footprints leave no mark on the asphalt but I know where I’ve been from the drainage ditch that this road once was and the dirt path that dragged down the others this road shall be the death of methe road beneath my feet
and long time no talk mate, where have you been lurking?
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Such and such went the way of the world
With a silly man
raising a toast to the end of the rainbow
I am flattered that you want me to adopt you...and I feel like I should probably take my name off that list. I haven't been producing much lately (look at the dates on my stuff), and I haven't been checking dA much lately either.
But, I will try and take a look at some of your stuff this week. I can't make any promises of REALLY adopting you and being good and reading all your stuff and all that...but I'll see what I can do.
I really am flattered, though. *smile*
~amy
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-ben.
that and the fact that you write like i do sorta intrigues me...
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-ben.
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