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Prose poems written by me.

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  • I. I'm tired of resorting to crude metaphors to say that I love you. I can draw butterflies and flowers; sing stupid love songs, and never end up making my point clear. I can compare you to the evening star; I can compare yo
    8 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 21 7:03 AM 2008
  • Red rests heavy on my epidermis, slowly aging memories of pitch days, so devoid of any hue that my body had to oblige with its precious garnet.
    8 lines, on Aug 13 6:32 PM
  • 11 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 5 6:21 PM
  • 9 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 8 12:19 PM
  • ich bin ein colorwhore
    4 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 8 4:18 PM
  • We painted angels in the sand, tracing concentric halos guilty of outward refraction; prismatic phariseeism devoid of Heaven's functional w
    25 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 14 3:59 PM
  • Caught in the tidal struggle between sun and moon, she tapped a scherzo with her toenails while making wishes to Jesus and the Mother Godde
    7 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 15 11:38 AM
  • I tried silent diplomacy; but grinding my edges and beating my chest into a muddy welcome mat simply didn't satisfy. I left my Bible wrappe
    15 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 20 4:53 PM
  • 11 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 20 5:54 PM. In read @ your risk.
  • si je mourirais . . .
    19 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 21 1:35 PM
  • Strike me in solitude with half-crescent chords, as I breathe for another sun; just one more. Unable to abide by black-rose dreams and blee
    7 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 31 12:36 PM
  • I would brush you in opiate chords of dawn's early light; and harmonize hymns on a holy harpsichord, if it would make even a fraction of an
    11 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 4 11:37 AM
  • "for I believe with all my heart that Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal"---Al Gore, Columbine Memorial Address
    8 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 9 1:58 PM
  • Survey the halls in medias res, as the world slows to a trickle of frames per second; but I am full speed, faster than the world for once,
    11 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 12 1:18 PM
  • Suddenly, the photograph of the world inverted, making blacks white and fires blue. Insanity reigns; since when did I need her folded in my arms to feel my pulse? I live on her joie-de-vivre now, counting on her bandaged soul
    9 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 16 2:24 PM
  • 4 lines, 21 comments, on Nov 16 4:47 PM
  • Tonight, I am not a poet, but a punchdrunk fool watching movies late into the night, dreaming of a cheering stadium, knowing that happy eve
    4 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 23 10:23 AM
  • I wonder what it's like to share dinner and chardonnay kisses when the person reflected in her crystalline eyes is slender and seductive as a candlestick.
    5 lines, on Nov 23 11:21 AM
  • 11 lines, 18 comments, on Nov 24 11:27 AM
  • you are the root of negative one, a cuddly little little 'ι' that would compute into the algebraic logic of my existance, a little ιmagination to counterbalance the staid existence of each heartbeat.
    5 lines, on Nov 24 1:29 PM
  • 4 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 24 4:39 PM
  • 9 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 29 3:06 AM
  • i.
    Trace her heart with scissors; she's flat as cardboard. A micrometer over size zero; she weeps over lost beauty and diminished life; tears dripping upon gold cotton and polyester; alchemical cloths worth more than Christ's
    14 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 30 2:02 PM
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