The porch swing needs repairing

Those wonderful, beautiful, lovely bones.

Summer is becoming a violet blooming in dew midnight

Fender guitar pic's in Mountain Dew ashtrays

Haiku: Art

Emaciated, the word has connotations that echo.

We wither in the asphalt heat of august,

can we remember how to remember

something i wrote at work. inspired by some of shel silverstein's contemplative work

The Catholic Nazi - evolve baby, evolve.

A while ago, I challenged a friend to write something beginning with the lines "Up my dosage, would ya/nothing's right around here..." This is my contribution to said challenge. On the theme of "This town is dead." If of course that is a theme. Should be,

Twelve poems. (latest two - A Modern Poet? and Not My Shade Of Grey) Experimentation, basically, with different forms (or lack thereof). Feedback iis much appreciated - what works, what doesn't?

A hippyish poem written while viewing an image of a Native American

It's a bit edgy... but it's not my aim to offend. Just crawling out of the mud to say what I really mean...

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Haiku Series: Prayer

C.O.N.C.E.N.T.R.A.T.E., hold the thought until it bursts,

A Jack Kerouacian stream of consciousness ramble

you have no idea about how she has her own key to the library bathroom she visits that much

I love you, 'Concise Oxford Dictionary'.

this can fit in both religion and politics. but more so the latter so thats where its going. R&R

for Smokey Bear! esoteric sacred knowledge within, not for everyone.

An ode to the power of words, and an affirmation poem for those who feel the revolution is coming too slowly. Please R&R

This is a version of Revolution, by the Beatles, but it's been revamped to fit 2005. It also serves as a bit of a memorial for John Lennon and the rest of the Beatles.

We are living in the wristband age, in which our morals are bought and sold and our good causes are thought up in boardrooms.

Just an Atlantean poem.

Ooooh, now theres a thing

People can try to break us down, but like the colors in a prism, we are all united...

Mon ange, My angel. You're too good for me.

er... I went a little insane and the result was this poem...dont judge my other poems by this one. I put it up to see the reveiws, wich will be interesting to read if I get any.

Like the title says.. Please read and review ^^

Dying and smiling...sorta the same, don't you think?

The subject is open to interpretation. Suffice to say that the subject I wrote it for is disturbing, which is why it isn't going up here.

Inspired by my mother... written because of a stupid decision on my part...please r&r!

*UPDATED* the rest of this poem came to me during maths...i'm actually pretty proud of it...^__^

My old perfect poem.