Learning, the hard way, since 1981.
paranoid, hypocrite, dependent, eccentric, unrefined,
morbid, independent, contradictory, introspective.
I really like free verse poetry,
short poems, prose, and haikus.
I write mostly as a venting process (emotional catharsis if you will). I've grown a lot emotionally in the last few years, but sometimes I feel like I'm closing again. Sometimes I feel like I need to hibernate and wait for good weather and good people to appear again.
I criticize my own work so much that by the time it's done, I can only submit it online where the anonymous nature of the internet protects me from disapproval and my own paranoia.
I'm like driftwood.
and now "Joey" by Shel Silverstein
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Joey Joey took a stone
And knocked
Down
The
Sun!
And whoosh! it swizzled
Down so hard,
And bloomp! it bounced
In his backyard,
And glunk! it landed
On his toe!
And the world was dark,
And the corn wouldn't grow,
And the wind wouldn't blow,
And the cock wouldn't crow,
And it always was Night,
Night,
Night,
All because
Of a stone
And Joe.
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alright I'm done. I hope you find whatever it is you're seeking.
paranoid, hypocrite, dependent, eccentric, unrefined,
morbid, independent, contradictory, introspective.
I really like free verse poetry,
short poems, prose, and haikus.
I write mostly as a venting process (emotional catharsis if you will). I've grown a lot emotionally in the last few years, but sometimes I feel like I'm closing again. Sometimes I feel like I need to hibernate and wait for good weather and good people to appear again.
I criticize my own work so much that by the time it's done, I can only submit it online where the anonymous nature of the internet protects me from disapproval and my own paranoia.
I'm like driftwood.
and now "Joey" by Shel Silverstein
----------------------------------------------------------
Joey Joey took a stone
And knocked
Down
The
Sun!
And whoosh! it swizzled
Down so hard,
And bloomp! it bounced
In his backyard,
And glunk! it landed
On his toe!
And the world was dark,
And the corn wouldn't grow,
And the wind wouldn't blow,
And the cock wouldn't crow,
And it always was Night,
Night,
Night,
All because
Of a stone
And Joe.
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alright I'm done. I hope you find whatever it is you're seeking.
- Last seen on Feb 19 12:41 PM. Member since June 22, 2001.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 141 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""learning, the hard way, since 1981"".
- I am a 25 year old guy from Minnesota (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a scavenger.
- Visit my homepage at foodshelf.tripod.com
- I have 141 comments, 47 poems
My Poetry
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why don't you grow? / am I so impatient? / I've enjoyed the process. / I still revel in the idea. / To have you as my captive; / scourge of
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brilliant bulb light, bird incandescent white.
wings elegant, aviation engineers inspiration.
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poetry goddess on September 26, 2005wow i like your poetry its very unique!
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Lo0opy on January 17, 2005So you know Carrie? She's back in cloud town and said that she knew someone on here that knew me and it twas your name she referred to
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luvzbenji145 on May 30, 2004hey joey... we luv u
from the cb hehe
also im a latina haha -
Lo Justin on May 6, 2004hmmm, cask of amontillado (sp?) ???
Big Eddie P.
gotta love him.
