(Most of the following poems were found in a few different notebooks. Some of it has potential. Some of it is complete shit. Either way, this process still allows me to purge these old papers each time I add them to this blog.)
9/10/97
She speaks of the past
as something horrid;
something so unspeakably wrong.
A fault from her past.
Letting go of the bad,
and the good,
unknowingly.
She speaks of the future
as dark as the past.
Going one day to the next
Alone with her heart
Tattered and torn.
Scars burn for the good,
yearn for the good,
yet deny
that all things will pass.
Once again,
they will pass.
As the cars do
outside a picture window.
A dog and a cat
both lay at her feet
as the present dwindles.
Each second.
Each minute.
They dwindle
into what was
and what might have been.
“Water Down”
Water Down
Ice in the bottom of a glass
Watered down bourbon I drink
Squared to the sides
Mirrored bar vision
Watered down bourbon
I think
I’ll have another.
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7/17/97
Is it me
Or does everyone have a problem?
Can it be that I am blind?
Dead?
My subconscious behavior
runs too quickly.
Dunno.
However…
This poem is going nowhere right now.
A cluster of thoughts.
Overlapping.
Ain’t that a shame?
Yup.
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4/14/97
Will you please let me know
what you have been hiding?
Will you please forgive me
for scratching and biting?
It’s in the head;
the pain that lies.
It’s in the head;
it’s from the skies.
It’s from your mom;
it’s from your dad.
The things you did;
the time we had.
It’s from the finish.
It’s from the start.
It’s from the stomach.
It’s from the heart.
That pain you feel;
the rain you see.
The fire in your heart
that yearns for me.
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(The following bits were found on 3×5 note cards. No dates were provided.)
Isn’t easy, is it?
Isn’t easy at all.
It’s silly… ha, ha, ha…
Hilarious that we make
such a big deal
of it. Ain’t it…easy to be
deceived.
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Little narratives
of everyday life
Make good for those who know better
(those who know nothing at all).
To inform and dismay
Give blank day to day
What others have already filled in.
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A morning dawn was left unbroken,
when Steven lay in bed.
The nurse and doctor came to call.
Already, he was dead.
———-
The family cried and mourned aloud,
and gathered amidst the drear.
The open casket gave them view,
to give regards, revere.
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Thank you for the legs.
Thank you for the glances.
I know it could have happened,
but life is all missed chances.
Mind Stroll 