Refridgerator Magnet Poem: 19


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by | July 31, 2014 · 6:17 am

You Know Everything

Take a moment to think…
Should seeing be believing?
Not everything has a meaning.
Our paths are full of what we don’t expect, yep , that person you met.
The darkest points in your life you’ve probably faced alone. Or you will.
These words won’t explain a single thing about a single thing
If you know everything.

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These Lines are a Poem of Single Line Poems (and notes)

For a week, I’ve dreamed the phrase “my teeth fell out, like ivory typewriter keys,” waking and throwing my numb limbs at my face frantically searching and frantically finding.

what a relief

I think listening to He Has Left Us Alone but Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms doesn’t make you a better anything, just maybe appreciative.

Don’t repeat lines I’ve said to you, trying to get me back on board the ship.

About Me: I’m not the biggest fan of dreadlocks or hula hooping.

Should I keep a notebook for this or just try and remember them?

Step One: Proving the Power of Myth – Establishing Your Very Own Myth.

He said, “well, ya really gotta get yourself published.” I said, “Oh?” Pretending like that was news.

And on the second day, we met Mountain, his sister Moon and brother Sun.

Everyone’s walking by like they actually have someplace to go.

I’ll write a longer one sooner or later.

“Life is a pity. Close the book, go on.”

I’m pretending.





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Refrigerator Magnet Poems: 18



by | July 26, 2014 · 7:54 am

He Hit Me

Loving him was very hard
with all his poison and rage.
I tired,
remembering how he used to raise me up
with all his gentle loving.
Now, my face is burning-
-shrieking with shock.
I could feel the black-
-the blue come creeping across my cheek.
I felt like I had died right there
sprawled out on the floor weeping.

He hit me
knocked me down
broke my heart.
He hit me
and it didn’t feel like a kiss-
it felt like death.

We could have gone back to loving-
-caring for one another.
We could have done so much more-
-together forever and forever more.
But now,
I could feel it burning away in shades of blue-
-in shades of black.
It all turned into an ugly discolored kiss
telling me he didn’t care about me.
That felt just like death
sprawled out on the floor weeping.

He hit me
knocked me down
broke my heart.
He hit me
and it didn’t feel like a kiss-
it felt like death.


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Unfortunate Inspiration

My dear, Eris is my mistress.
She has always been my mistress.

Her gently violent persuasions
are deeply seeded caresses
of the soul
which continually take me to bed
perfectly implanting chaos and discord
to spice up this strife free life.

You see, my dear,

… I can’t write about nothing.

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Muted Experience

Those cool vocals howl in my ears as the wind whips through my hair.

I sit and stare at the sunlight sprinkling from the black vastness above as the thundering of cars roll by.

Their exhaust suffocates and chokes the little bit of beauty around like the weakening oak tree I rest my body against.

I don’t know how long it’ll be there for but I know it’ll be there longer then me.

I’m already gone.

I’m just an observer in these matters.


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