A critical essay that explores Gary Snyder's designation as a beat poet.

A critical essay exploring Emily Dickinson's expressions of desire through her poetry.

A critical essay that uses Foucault's "Discipline and Punish" to examine the "Wife of Bath's Tale."

A Feminist Criticism of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."

Cloudy eyed anonymity

Ready to see my life through fresh eyes.

For a friend.

Life is merely ones continuing transitions from pain to lack there of... according to a philosopher whose name escapes me right now.

Time. Space. Motion.

It's sort of just a rant about writing. The piece as a whole is an example of what the content is referring to. Enjoy!

A poem about my tattoo.

Just a song about love. I haven't posted anything in ages, but I thought this one might be worthy. Let me know what you think!

Thoughts that might run through one's mind as he/ she was passing away.

This is the first piece of real poetry I feel I've written in ages. It's certainly the first I've posted in ages. It felt good to write it, and I think it feels good to read it as well. Give it a try if you have the time.

"In the end the ocean calls her back to every rocky shore. Her blood is scattered 'ore the seashell's, but she will return for more."

I was thinking of Perpetual Deprture as another possible name, but I think I like this one better.

Just thoughts on past, present, and future...

A short metaphorical poem on the lack of certainty in life.

How do you summarize inspiration?

Another go at a poem with a Shakespearean feel.

"The roof is on fire" -bloodhound gang

The many mysteries of unadulterated charm.

The beautiful people.

Inspired byt a quote from Lord Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto II. I like it, do you?

"Each day is a day we could lay down, lay down our guns and not fight..."

The journey of a tear drop.

"It's odd how some memories fade to gray over the years..."

Manufactured wilderness.

"Every kiss is the last one you'll give here..."

There's no such thing as perfection.

I don't kow if anyone will get it, but it's not a love thing... Let me know what you think it means please.

Sort of about not waiting around for change and knowing that you are the one who controls your life. It's a rock song, very Thrice-esque.

About knowing a person by who they are on the inside, not who they appear to be.

They really should have a "Geeky Music Stuff" genre. Quite possibly the nerdiest thing I've ever written, but I like it.

Something I wrote about writer's block. Go figure.

A three part take on night, day, and the the harmony between.

My second go at a song. It's kind of depressing, but it's not angsty. It's more about the state of the world than anything. I'd appreciate feed back.

It's short. Just read it.

"Please dry those angry tears; it's words you should be weeping..." This poem is about using writing as a release to change your perspective of the world, that's what it's about for me anyway...

Love is the greatest challenge. Are you up to it?

This is a song about the end of a relationship. It's the first time I've posted a song, I always thought it would be too hard to grasp without the music, but I thought I'd give it a try. I'm not sure I like the ending, so I'd appreciate some suggestions.

"Living always in the shadow of the moon..."

"A star shines in the night sky, breathtaking in his brilliance..."

Like a wisp of smoke, you're always taunting, shrouded in misery's mystery fair.

A symbolic interpretation of God. These are just the musings of one seventeen year old girl. This is not meant to hold any historical accuracy.

Imagery, desacrated angels, wandering thoughts... my usual.

The title is a bit misleading. It's actually a bit depressing, but that is the state of the world at this time, no?

"I weave in and out amongst the broken bits of rainbow..."

Sort of inspired by Milton's "Paradise Lost." It's worth a read through.

"She hung a thousand wishes from its limbs to give it life..."

"Black and white, like your mindset. Always brooding, never free."

A poem about love and getting in over your head. NOT ANGSTY.

What sharing doth light have with darkness?

Sweeeet!

Drug addictions are a sad sad thing.

I think I wrote it about love, but I can't be sure. Make of it what you will. If you have any questions about what I meant, I'd be happy to clarify.

Paradise.

This is my 100th poem posted on the site. What a landmark... or is it?

Politics and war are inhuman. Let's have a little love people. Increase the peace!

I tried to live, but I don't dare.

Another two voice poem. Two conflicting views that are so codependent.

(In other words, I can't think of a good title. Help would be appreciated). This poem was inspired by the play Macbeth though the subject matter really doesn't relate at all. It's just the form and the ending lines.

A place where I can hide but still be heard...

I found that my life and my driving habits are frighteningly similar. We float through life not really seeing what's going on, just following the lines blindly.

I am judged by many, I am hated by some, but I will not change.

Do not hate America for Bush, Bush is not America. I am America.

They gather in the luminescence like moths...

Step outside the lime light, and take a look at the world around you.

Child of Darkness, you are but sin

The impending doom of our planet. Yeah I know, I'm a total downer.

Be your own hero, find your own way out.

Heaven is losing it's glory...

I invite you to walk the night in a daymare, knowing just how low you can go.

I leave my mind to those who are willing to open theirs

Invierno, like an inferno, the kind of cold that burns...

Dance is dead and music's dying...

I have found my heaven right here on Earth.

For those of you are very inept at deciphering the meaning and moods behind poems, this one is quite blatantly sarcastic. Just a heads up.

Let me be your muse, your Calliope.

Poetry is meant for the artist alone.

I am a heretic. You should be too.

A world where science rules us all... we are living in it by the way.

Sort of the story of Niobe mixed in with the story of Tantalus. I am aware that they are no the same myth, but I made a connection.

A self-made cage holds the beauty from our eyes.

Peer not into the shadows, for that is where the monsters dwell...

Atlas, drop the world...

We're all just numbers, ratios, statistics. Chemical based mutants of what was once a beautiful idea.

Murderous theme...

If you don't know by the title you won't get it anyway.

One guess...

Jesus freak to full blown atheist in the course of a year, and what a year it was... rated pg-13 for language.

Lie entrenched with conscience creeping...

She lied to the world like a peddler selling miracles...

First we drown the oceans and suffocate the skies, we take the biggest mountains and bury them alive...

Sun kissed river sweeping by, next to shadows cast aside...

Think I'm godly, all but godly...

The earth's a lonely spirit, distant as the rain. Words are claps of thunder, lightning bolts are pain...

too short for a summary. i suppose it doesn't suck, but if it does let me know.

Sometimes I read my poetry, just to see what it's about.

It's not only about religion, I hope you catch that. I think the title pretty much sums up what it's about.

In the throes of enmity, the musicians gain.

On the wings of obsession, the creatures fly.

Inspiration, the elusive and sought after creature of the light.

They're all just different shades of dark.

In the darkest corner, there is a light to be found.

No matter how dark it gets, know that you mean something to someone somewhere. For Nick.

I come to my own end.

haiku... kinda, without the hai (hai means funny in japanese)

I'm drowning in a world that long ago dried up.

So many bodies...

A year ago today, his life came to an end.

For my friend Chris.

Sometimes it's hard to write poetry.

I stand by while she drinks herself into oblivion...

We must not let them forget.

Why is it so hard to write about happy things?

Battling an addicdtion of a different kind.

You tell me you never cared, I know it's not true.

What was once so full of life is gone forever.

You tell me I'm heartless, give me a heart (sort of a sequel to "Coleman)

Heartless...

These tears show me what I need to see.

The one thing that helps me breathe again.

A girl is now what she hadn't been then and leaves us wondering why.

A close and warm friendship comes to an end and I am left alone and wondering. It kills me...every time.

This is rated PG-13 for ideas of suicide.

Life's got me down.

A friend gone forever.

Ahhh. The plights of an athiest. Just thoughts on life without a god.

In the end, it's the music that moves me

In a weakened state. So many questions as to why he makes me feel this way.