January 2011
11 posts
thaacademy asked: YOU GOT A TUMBLR?!?!?!!?!? Ahhhhh so refreshing
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Road From Perdition*
Assemble a thousand shooting stars With A dozen hours of intercession Alongside a collection of Horseshoes, rabbit’s feet, and Wishing wells filled with coins that speak my dreams. All of these… And maybe then we can be. Close my eyes. Cross my fingers. Cast a spell. Chants and rain dances. Prayer and fasting. Ceremonies and Séances. Clutching my rosary beads The Holy Bible As...
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Still.
the way the wind blows acclaim follows suite. i would rather stretch my frame underneath the persistent sky. though it varies in its hues it will never change its shape, still as infinite as before. steady in its faithfulness and ignored still. so i will pay attention and allow the sky to teach me how to be great without being applauded, how to run from popularity with a clause, and...
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Self-Gratification
I am satisfied
That you always get what you want
From me.
Don’t take another
Glance at me and wonder.
Your peripheral is enough
I’m fulfilled when any part of your eye
Is on me.
Whether or not you give
I am satisfied
Still
Don’t worry about
Seeking to give as much as you take
From me
I am not petty
So I will gather the scraps
say a prayer of gratitude
and burp loudly from...
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Toast To Undergrad
Here’s to: an equal number of mistakes and cover-ups. Baggy-eyed mornings and Bright-eyed Fridays. Being wealthy in knowledge and rich in loan debt. The influx of community and the realization of solitude. Watching friends come and go And the surprise at those who stick around. Here’s to: Peers as life coaches Professors as friends and Enemies as teachers. Forever...
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Quite...Love
Quite amorous this thing,
Love.
The sound of eager palpitations
And the quiver of a butterfly’s wings
In my liking
(That spot snuggled underneath my stomach
And nestled on top of my womb…)
Disobey the instinct of human hostilities.
Quite aggressive this thing,
Love.
The sobering sight of nameless community heroes
Connected to heart-monitors seconds from
Showing flat-lines,
And forlorn...
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Shine
Every morning
I brainstorm
On new ways that I can
Be better.
I muse over dreams from the night before
To calculate their divinity.
I breathe deeper
To clean the air for my fellow man.
Stand up straighter,
On tip toes,
So that I can get a better view of the sunrise.
Smile with
Eyes closed
And
Laugh with
Head back,
So that You can see
That I feel Your gaze…
[…though I am sometimes too shy to look...
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Dreamer
His mind wanders
But is never lost
Broken and focused
Into eight different conduits
Of purpose.
Trekking towards
Caution on paths of regret
And seeking love
On paths of passionate emphasis
His highest hope is that
Which lies at the end of it all
Is a stark comparison of where he started.
Head in the clouds
Calling for angels and God
Upward,
But his eyes are focused forwards and backwards
The...
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Hard Times Require Furious Dancing (Inspired by...
I face difficulty
In insurmountable amounts
Enough to gag the cheeriest disposition
But my hope is still breathing
Pain tried to ravage my soul
So,
My hope now resides in the soles of my feet
Prompting them,
One after the other
To shift
Slowly at first
Tip-toeing in a tap shoe fashion
To skirt off the initial discomfort of life
Then more rapidly
To tightrope across my foes,
And my own guilt and...
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Silver Lining (Haiku)
I must not forget:
there is no such thing as pain
without a purpose.
just a word
i really enjoy reading your poetry, its real….its not enuf to read once…thanks for good words
