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Poems by TinyDancer, by newest first

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  • He never calls.
    He never calls. But, I guess,
    by TinyDancer 7 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 27 9:28 PM 2008
  • Potential
    I associate happiness with electronic music. I do not cut myself to feel or throw my emotions into artistry or physically push myself through some activity that overbears any internal emotion. I dr
    by TinyDancer 2 lines, on Jan 27 9:27 PM 2008
  • [ And when did you meet him? ]
    And when did you meet him? I met him when I w
    by TinyDancer 53 lines, on Jan 27 9:23 PM 2008
  • Please
    I want to discover something natural in
    by TinyDancer 18 lines, on Jan 27 9:19 PM 2008
  • Frank
    (Finding out about my condition didn’t change anything. It put a title to a story but never affected how the story would continue. Or how i
    by TinyDancer 26 lines, on Jan 27 9:18 PM 2008
  • Autumn day
    It was an autumn day, and I was stuck inside. Except for the weather being too warm for a perfect fall day, except for the houses and concrete roads, except for the fact that I had to watch from a window, the floating leaves
    by TinyDancer 0 lines, on Oct 20 1:03 AM 2007
  • The End
    Sleeping a lot but still remaining tired makes one question themselves. What have I been doing with my life that makes me fall asleep every time I sit down on a padded surface, whether it is a rug, lounge chair, or stool at
    by TinyDancer 6 lines, on Oct 20 1:03 AM 2007
  • I found it.
    We do not love ourselves. We understand ourselves. We do not understand others, nor do we really love them. I am sick of this societal desire for relationships when we remain distant, always, from everyone, even our self. The
    by TinyDancer 0 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 20 1:03 AM 2007
  • Good job.
    It is never good when days start blurring together, when there is nothing of fantastical nature to either make one stop and meditate or tread on faster and more exuberant. Sam’s life was a blur: a collection of days so simila
    by TinyDancer 11 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 25 2:25 PM 2007
  • Thank God
    I amount to nothing. Thank God. I am at Jimmy's Bar on Ashland listening to creative writing majors reading their poetry, which also a
    by TinyDancer 15 lines, on May 12 12:53 AM 2007
  • Jen
    I live with a borderline pessimistic and passionless person I cannot decide whether or not is groundbreaking or a bum. She is entranced by
    by TinyDancer 2 lines, on Dec 5 8:54 PM 2006
  • Herman
    I've never done drugs once. I would probably wet my pants at the sight of heroin.
    Never smoked a cigarette. Never drank till I was 20. Never got dr
    by TinyDancer 34 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 12 10:34 AM 2006. In Other
  • Sometimes I Question my Sanity.
    Sometimes I wake up questioning my sanity. I hear dreams evolve from what you think of two hours prior to falling asleep so when I wake up after dreaming of gi
    by TinyDancer 39 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 2 5:43 PM 2006. In Other
  • Watch!
    Its moving. Its moving.
    We're moving.
    by TinyDancer 7 lines, on Aug 20 1:27 AM 2006. In Other
  • We must not forget.
    Somewhere a five-year-old boy
    blows out his candles
    by TinyDancer 5 lines, on Aug 20 1:16 AM 2006. In Other
  • It Happens.
    We sat at separate tables. It was a humid day in the middle of June at a nice outside cafe where I read my paper and drank my coffee and he did also.
    by TinyDancer 335 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 19 9:35 PM 2006. In Society, Other
  • With My Art
    Id rather sit with my pen
    than with those who need
    by TinyDancer 12 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 29 12:29 PM 2006. In Other
  • Things I Know
    I know that I love my family.
    I know when Im happy.
    by TinyDancer 39 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 25 10:52 AM 2006. In Other
  • 2 AM Lit Room
    Paper Pen Sleeping Dog One bright Light Sound of music whispering in the night Clothes Pillow without case Bed without sheets Books Shoes (dirty) Pictures Poste
    by TinyDancer 7 lines, on Jun 25 10:46 AM 2006. In Other
  • I dont think paying your bills gets you into Heaven.
    I don’t think paying your bills gets you into heaven because I never paid mine. I left my mortgage payment and my credit card debt on my kitchen tabl
    by TinyDancer 6 lines, 6 comments, on May 31 5:16 PM 2006. In Other
  • Let Me Introduce Myself.
    1
    My name is Bill. I watch for planes out of my kitchen window. I like the smell of summer when it turns into fall. And I like flying kites with my Dad when
    by TinyDancer 23 lines, 2 comments, on Apr 24 3:47 PM 2006. In Other
  • The Patient
    He sat upright looking onward laughing at the view, as he watched the long legged, overly made up, overly proud people walk to the grocery store and carry their
    by TinyDancer 92 lines, 8 comments, on Apr 6 4:15 PM 2006. In Beat
  • Never as happy as Then
    This is not a story of what I want to do because I’ve done it. This is not a story about who I am or what I am because I am not. This is a story about
    by TinyDancer 48 lines, 2 comments, on Apr 2 7:01 PM 2006. In Other
  • Rest In Peace, Mr. Brautigan
    There are two types of artists: those who can never be alone and those who only enjoy the company of their art. An artist of the second kind crouched in the cor
    by TinyDancer 249 lines, 7 comments, on Mar 21 5:40 PM 2006. In Other
  • Only a Couple More Paces
    The sand hurt beneath her toes, every grain sitting in between the cracks, walking the next steps with her. Only a couple more paces and she would touch water b
    by TinyDancer 135 lines, 8 comments, on Jan 30 5:58 PM 2006. In Sad
  • before it gets too dark out.
    Spot was white with black spots but he wasnt a dalmation. He didnt look like a dalmation, he didnt move like a falmation, and so he didnt like ot get mixed up w
    by TinyDancer 83 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 29 1:20 PM 2006. In Other
  • [end thought]
    It's quite sunny out. So much so that if I spent any time at all outside, I would start to sweat so much so that I would feel very uncomfortable.
    I'm s
    by TinyDancer 56 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 2 11:04 AM 2006. In Other
  • Night Into Morning
    It’s too late to know what time it is. The blinds are closed but I know its dark outside – just dark enough for the sun to come up shortly and become early morn
    by TinyDancer 43 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 16 8:36 AM 2005. In Other
  • The Bullfrog with Big Eyes and Yellow and Green Spots (again)
    Before today, I never noticed how one of her eyes was bigger than the other. While I sat down in the creek for hours right next to Penny, I couldn’t hel
    by TinyDancer 94 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 5 5:12 PM 2005. In Beat
  • The Bullfrog with Big Eyes and Yellow and Green Spots
    I was just walking one day. I liked to walk. I’ve never been a fan of strenuous exercise; I don’t find the need to get my heart rate going. Why ru
    by TinyDancer 62 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 29 6:04 PM 2005. In Beat
  • Now.
    I used to never swear. I do now. Only to myself, so no one else can hear me. I just resort to it because there are no other bunnyin' words to describe how I bun
    by TinyDancer 6 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 28 5:38 PM 2005. In Sad
  • It turned out to be no fun at all.
    Damn it. I wrote my sales report too quickly. The other day, two interns broke the printer and I was just informed of this today. So, I scribbled down the sales
    by TinyDancer 82 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 26 10:38 PM 2005. In Other
  • I'm Not Talking About A Tree.
    Most of my early twenties were spent underneath the birch tree that sat next to all of the
    other birch trees in the forest, blocks down from my apartment. I n
    by TinyDancer 32 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 26 10:25 PM 2005. In Other
  • What a Peculiar Thought.
    I live in a peculiar place, with peculiar people who talk like the end of a romance movie and peculiar buildings that are painted without regard to the orange b
    by TinyDancer 66 lines, 9 comments, on Aug 26 6:17 PM 2005. In Other
  • Luke 16:20-27
    The boy walked across the streets and turned at Fairview Ave. and then once again on Berkeley and then again on a couple more streets but he couldn’t remember t
    by TinyDancer 86 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 23 7:12 PM 2005. In Other
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