Most of my journal poetry is found there too (which is most of my poetry these days unfortunately).
I just find it too consuming to update the 50 million online journals I have...lol
Come stalk me on blogger...I don't mind...


Shock Treatmentwe find happiness in prescription bottles and beer bottles and coffee cans/ a manufactured life in suburbs and corner offices and two car garages/ eating our creativity served with tv dinners and pre-assembled meals and single serving packages/ eliminating vice with morals and prayer and hypocrisy/ losing our livesShock Treatment
finding holidays in daydreams and secrets and lovers' thoughts/ flying through imaginary worlds full of meaning and poetry and breath/ exploring through pathways and roadways and synapses/ finding our lives?
finding nothing but the circle of trial and error and error aga


An HourSmoking in the sun As exhaled shadows Evelope senses And toxic heat Intoxicates and soothes.An Hour
Absolutely nothing. Quiet brains And relaxed limbs As sunlight streams And reflects glinting gold Around hazy eyes Through warm skin That still radiates Midnight confusion.


WeekendThe rough coffee voice That slides from the nightstand Speaks of regret and cigarettes Half-smoked the night before And still smoldering In fading glowing embers.Weekend
Between the smothering sheets The burning icicle drips Pour tears down the window Puddling remembered daydreams And falling with sharp stabs Into mind-banks below.
Sweet alcohol tones Intoxicated by attraction Breathe fabricated promises Of secrecy and affirmation
Onto bare neck And exposed nerve Stripped clean by inebriated violence


cricketscrickets and storefronts and smokecrickets
it is dark and silent but for the occasional dog barking and the crickets and
the clicking noise of my nervous lighter. the storefronts are ablaze in a
glory of streetlights and silence and for once i am at peace
with this little piece of paradise nestled in the trees.
clarity envelopes the sky in tiny dots that are
explosions miles away burning and shining and smiling and shooting and rolling away. craters, imperfections seen with flawless lenses.
weeds grow rise and fall. streetlights flicker and stay constant if onl

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What ever happened to Fay Wray?
Unknown-Poet-Project <- the cool place to be
Love ya sis
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What ever happened to Fay Wray?
Unknown-Poet-Project <- the cool place to be
lolz just to make it a bit awkward with someone you don't know.
Btw, Slam Poetry RocksXcore
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"Drivin' down the high way passin' a bus full of cheerleaders. Damn CervixMoblie pushin' me off into the right lane, serves them right when they're 16 and knocked up"
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