poetry

.Poems.

Sure, why not? I'll dedicate a page to poetry. I'm not particulary into poetry. It's not that I'm not fond of it. I just rarely write it and even more rarely do I read it. I have a few books of collected poetry, by Jack Kerouac, Jim Morrison, Allan Ginsberg, E. E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, and various others. I've not read most of them from cover to cover. I usually must be in a rather pensive and slightly depressed mood to either read or write poetry. Surprisingly enough, these moods do not occur often. Actually, it must even be a special blend of feelings for me to say to myself, "Hmm... I feel like reading a poem." So, yes, it is rare.
   Either way, when the mood hits me, I do find poetry to be very beautiful---when written effectively, by poets who know what they're doing, what they wish to convey, and precisely what words they should use to get the message across.
   So, that being said, this page will be dedicated to poetry not just by me but by ANY poets... Published or not... Known or not... But only those whose poetry holds some meaning for me.
                               --- 3-4-04 ---

HiDE

His feet walk slowly
creep through plush tan
carpet i hear him And
a breath catches
between quivering lips
as i watch
the doorknob
rattles from side to
side, and the latch releases

i cannot breathe as He
quietly enters closer
to me as i feign
sleep cuddled in my bed
safe within the
covers and ignoring the
world around me
not seeing it and
only hoping that it will not
find me.

March 4, 2004

I wrote this poem two summers ago. Although it was the best summer of my life, somehow this rather disturbing poem was created during the same months.

Read on. --------------->

Sometimes I think this is the only good thing I've ever written. The only REAL thing. The only piece with meaning. And, yes, I am oddly proud of this piece.

I'll update a bit later with some more of my poems... though only the ones I think are good. Some of them are awful. And as such I do not write poems often. I belittle myself and my own work all the time. Good times.

Back to My World

I write poems on dollar bills. I have $9 worth right now. I will soon photograph them for you and post them, front and back (for those that have something worth reading on both sides).... Look forward to it.
--- 3-11-04 ---

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