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Tuesday, September 15, 2009


When I paint myself
My fingers drag down my cheeks
In place of tears that must
Always be there
I’m a downhearted spirit
Even in the abandon of pretend
I cannot escape it

Thursday, September 3, 2009


This poem was inspired by Flannery O'Connor's short story "You Can't Be Any Poorer Than Dead":

My great grandpa
Was a simple man
Raised me the only way he could

Thought my father
A vicious man
Taught me what a man should

The day he died
I was left alone
Save for the voice inside

What’s black has faded
What’s clean is stained
For the first time, that day I cried

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


You saw no way out
A jumbled puzzle in your mind
A pitch-black cavern
An infinite abyss in your heart

You stopped the flow
You stifled the ache
And left one word goodbye