thank you
I always knew I was what I was
I just never knew what that was
Whether a plant or an orthodox
a print or an inkblot
my sign is inconclusive
my mind
abrasive like shards of fyberglass
spread all over
just like butter
on toast
- Last seen on Oct 21 3:50 AM. Member since March 31, 2003.
- I'm a dreamwine poet for 3,861 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Why am I explaining myself?".
- I am a 26 year old guy from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm winning at life.
- I have 3,861 comments, 6 contests, 3 addlines, 273 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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Hic-ups resonating
and the sounds of fans so dreary32 lines, 2 comments, July 18 -
generic typewriter on a desk
drawers open -
true altruism seeking a disciple
a canned source of heat to feed15 lines, 1 comment, June 2 -
a teacher
a photographer
My Stories
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I've never lived so much it could kill me. But I1 / guess things don't change, they just get worse. 2 / Lying here looking up into a maternal chandelier
Guest Book
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Anubis on March 28, 2008Hello Cristos.. You probably don't remember me.
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naikipet me on July 1, 2006hey butt what happened with the writing??? where are you... on here...
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naikipet me on May 26, 2006note to self...remember to write some good stuff before cristos looks at my stuff again so that he will think i am cool and awesome and worthy
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almostthesea on December 10, 2005the chords knotted together like insane nouns Dante
you are in bed in the dark copula you
of the musical phrase a few star birds sing in the branches
their voices are tangled not high
now all of them are dark and some move you
were a word, in the wood of my life
where the leaves are words, some of them fucking
in obscurity their clasping is terrible and brusque
pain birds ache thru them and some
are lighter and seem to suggest less
of death than of a viola da gamba player these
birds sweep past in the forest
of my hands on your chest, as we move
out on the glowing sea of the tropics on an ice pack, you,
You (IV)
- Tom Clark
