darkness black
stretches out
white flecks and streaks
mar the midnight
soft fluff covers it
rising higher and taller
but erupting with lightning
bring on
the storm.
project three-sixty-five.
welcome to the 365 project of a poet. well, its pretty simple: this will be a blog of poetry- one post a day for an entire year. so, here it goes.
About Me
- [ME]GAN
- "A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
day 217: afraid of the words / writers block.
if i die unpublished
make money off of me
use my words to fill
the shelves, between the bindings,
make them sell.
if i grow old and go insane
don't allow me to burn my words
because, not that i'm vain,
but i'm smart enough to see
they're important because
others can feel them--
it's not just me.
if i stop writing
don't yell at me
remind me that words
are unforgiving
but you'll forgive me
if i just pick up the freaking pen.
make money off of me
use my words to fill
the shelves, between the bindings,
make them sell.
if i grow old and go insane
don't allow me to burn my words
because, not that i'm vain,
but i'm smart enough to see
they're important because
others can feel them--
it's not just me.
if i stop writing
don't yell at me
remind me that words
are unforgiving
but you'll forgive me
if i just pick up the freaking pen.
day 216: you're taught to raise your hand before you speak. turns out that's just a waste of time.
S T R E T C H
at the seams
B I N D I N G S
pages leave
D i s a p p e a r
like vapor
second
ALREADY GONE
Minute
not far behind it
T O D A Y
isn't a promise
it's a question
how will you make
the world a better place
and what will you do
when it knocks you on your face?
question
you've already answered
[and you didn't even have to raise your hand]
at the seams
B I N D I N G S
pages leave
D i s a p p e a r
like vapor
second
ALREADY GONE
Minute
not far behind it
T O D A Y
isn't a promise
it's a question
how will you make
the world a better place
and what will you do
when it knocks you on your face?
question
you've already answered
[and you didn't even have to raise your hand]
Monday, May 9, 2011
day two hundred fifteen: the age of "social networking"
pollution
we're all poisoned
drowning in media
a raunchy bile
pollutant
we vote, but nothing changes
fooled into believing
silly little lies
polluter
we're all filling ourselves
landfills of waste
with vile and pointless things
pollution
deposit your load
i'll stare blankly at the sky
because i allowed you
to ruin me
we're all poisoned
drowning in media
a raunchy bile
pollutant
we vote, but nothing changes
fooled into believing
silly little lies
polluter
we're all filling ourselves
landfills of waste
with vile and pointless things
pollution
deposit your load
i'll stare blankly at the sky
because i allowed you
to ruin me
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
day two hundred fourteen:
to have someone
to rest beside
maybe share a pillow
or a blanket
with someone like you.
nothing perverse
nothing sexual
just to feel safe
while you listened
for the signs
that the world was ending
so i could sleep for a while
without having nightmares
of dying
day two hundred thirteen: the shortcut.
tonight i am ready
ready to live
ready to die
ready to write things
with ink from the sky
thunder shakes my house
winds tear the land
i'm so far gone
don't want for me to catch up
don't wait for me to find you
just keep putting one foot
in front of
the other
i'm going
to take
a shortcut
ready to live
ready to die
ready to write things
with ink from the sky
thunder shakes my house
winds tear the land
i'm so far gone
don't want for me to catch up
don't wait for me to find you
just keep putting one foot
in front of
the other
i'm going
to take
a shortcut
Monday, April 4, 2011
day two hundred twelve: the garden snake.
vice
grips tangle
heart mine
to mangle
choke don't die
live
let lie
cold moist
hatred
freezing to bone
guarded walls
unknown
slither through
the cracks
never repaired
before
slither through
to destroy
my sacred halls
grips tangle
heart mine
to mangle
choke don't die
live
let lie
cold moist
hatred
freezing to bone
guarded walls
unknown
slither through
the cracks
never repaired
before
slither through
to destroy
my sacred halls
day two hundred eleven: disappear.
i want to slip-n-slide
off the side
of our floating round globe
and fall into
some wonder world
known only as the great unknown.
day two hundred ten: don't fear the violent lullaby
today I am married to the sky,
and with every thunder strike
it lights up a special song for me
known as a lullaby
and with every thunder strike
it lights up a special song for me
known as a lullaby
Saturday, April 2, 2011
day two hundred nine: "X"
you’re just an “x” on my list
and i’m on your mind
but don’t worry dear
replacements aren’t hard to find
your “love”
dozen for a dime
but the lesson learned here
is that i shouldn’t waste such precious time.
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