June 2012
3 posts
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i am not a poet - name poem
An adventure begins
Life continues to roll on
Exits quickly approach
Xylophonic orchestrations resonate
Flames slowly putter out
Electricity sparks as our eyes meet
Slowly, I fall for you
Suddenly, I realize it won’t be
Extreme conditions temper the softest of men
Now, where are we?
Days go by without consciousness
Endings are bittersweet
New beginnings even more so
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i am not a poet - ode to the woman of my dreams
The thing I love about dreaming
besides being the hero and
being the idealized me
is that sweet little slumber
you feel the same about me
I become the Antony to your Cleopatra
you become the reflection to my Narcissus
and for one short span of time
as the stars flicker above
we can be
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i am not an essayist - thinking
june 8th, 2012
written in the pews of a church in chicago
At the same time, I love and hate thinking. It’s what I do most of the time unless I’m preoccupied, but that usually means nothing gets done and I stay up until 5 a.m., and that just sucks. The problem with thinking is that no matter what I’m doing, I always end up thinking of you. Even when I don’t, I think about...
