Words are just a jumble of lies. (original) (raw)

Interesting perspectives on poetry [17 Jun 2005|10:18pm]
[ **mood** | working ] I'm working on an essay for my online English class, and I've decided to analyze Louise Gluck's poem "The School Children" for this assignment. I was trying to find some background information on Gluck and her poem, so I would have some facts to base my interpretation on, and I came across this site that tears apart a couple of her poems. I thought the essay writer made some good points, and kind of put into words a few of the rather odd feelings I had gotten when I read Gluck's work. I like how the essay talked about trying to stay away from cliche phrases in poetry, something that I try to do in my writing. I thought this might spark some discussion, since we usually don't have a lot to say when critiquing each other's writing here.
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seven kisses [13 Jun 2005|03:50pm]
the first kiss everwas under peter's blanket in kindergarten at naptimeand we felt so adult in the darkat fifteenjohn and i were running in the rainacross campus andlaughingly we kissedwith water down our faces and in our hairnext year i would be kissinghis exmy best friend's older sisterand that was iti kissed my teacher atseventeenand we kissed for a year aftwerwardswe kissed in coffee shopsand along the canaland on hisvintage chopper the motorbike not the helicopterlast summertony and i kissed underthe moon and starsin the taos valley when we ate peyoteand our tent was being kicked in by a donkeywe were so happyin the snowpaul kissed mein the wide fieldscoming back from the skating rinkit was pitch blackthe seventh hasn't happened yetand it won't for a year ormore if at allbut when it doesi won't be saying anythingbecause that remains betweenyou and me
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Catch-22 [11 Jun 2005|01:20am]
it’s all righti’m not okayquit the fightlonely/afraidskipping thoughtslike scratched CDsmadness boughtwith expertisesold outrode out(gone forever)kicked outthrown out(not together)run the mazelive in your lifeend your daysregret your strifespeak the wordthat anger wrotesentiment’s unheardmusical note
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[10 Jun 2005|08:29pm]
i have been given in this lifetoo much and too many to love and I supposethat is a blessing I may makeno choices in this matter and that isa floating surreality in this realityyou have made my decision clear andi lean towards your light as a friend anda student I have gathered much from youi can only hope that maybe is the sameif only I could step into a dream I wouldsee your face close to mine and I could breatheyour enlightened air as others havedone in worlds past to change the tide withthe parting of your lips as you speaklesson to lesson and I have begun tounderstand the beauty ofsubjectivityi don't know if i like the ending...please help me before i send it in to my editors!!!
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[14 Mar 2005|05:14pm]
eh...i wrote this yesterday when i was sitting on the riverwalk. its corny and its me jumping the gun, but fuck it--i thought i'd share it with you anyways.When you play with fire you're bound to get burnedYou think after all i've failed by now i would have learnedThe water is beautiful and the sun beats down on my faceHow i'd love to share it with her and make this our hiding placeThere's no words I could say to change things nowYou've changed your mind about me without explaining howI gave you my best and I gave you my allYet you push me away after promising to be there.Why?The sun appears again at dusk to wave "goodbye!"it's like a divine message saying "don't let her make you cry"He wants the best for me and I want the best for her.Perhaps i'll soak it in and learn the songs of the birdsI doubt they have hairache and painI doubt she really feels the same.How lucky I felt to have her in my armsA girl I longed for just asleep in my armsAnd I stayed up all night just holding her tightEverything seemed alright.But when you play with fire you're bound to get burned.kld 3/13/05
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You Poor Illuminati [07 Mar 2005|11:13pm]
[ **mood** | contemplative ] Forget responsibility,Forgive control in time;Forget that feeling's chemicalFor nature's just divine.Now Embrace Submission - Ensure eternal worship won -For in the savior's shadowLies your freedom from the Sun.Remember vomiting in Athens?Remind yourself of wicked range;Remember standing on the bridgeFor then real life was strange?Now Embrace Submission -Become your Burden's savage host -For when you swear His absence,He will want you with Him most.You sang her southern summer's song,You danced in evening's empty light;You sang for her unendingly,But never sang it right!Now Embrace Submission -Pretend that she will do the same -And now your Heart is destinedTo drive your hopeless head insane.© 2005
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I am new [04 Mar 2005|02:50pm]
i just joined. here are a few i just wrote, last nightChrist would be cryingChrist would be cryinghow could he stand the pain?It would be worse then his crucifixion,even worse then the pounding of stakesthrough the bones of his hands and feet.He would suffer the pain of millionsall hurt in his name.Christ would be cryingand we would be turning away.too much sugar and too much coffeeI wrote some bitter words just to taste them.I had eaten too much sugar and the coffee wasn't enough to balance it.So I swallowed some bitter wordsand stirred in too much self pity.I tried to throw it upby shoving a finger of self loathingdown my throatbut I couldn't get it down far enoughto trigger my gag reflex.So now they are all mixed together in my gut,and the bitterness of the coffeeis sharpened against the wordswhile self pity makes the the sugarsickeningly sweet and I thinkI am going to throw up after all.As I heave it all up into the basinof my toilet, I think I seethe kernel of some long forgotten truthfloating in the water. With a shrug of my shoulders,I push down the metal handle,sending it swirling with all the restof the shit.your's truly,lady-in-the-dead-life
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[01 Mar 2005|04:48am]
This is my first bit here, I finally wrote something while laying in bed at night."You'd never guess the carpet was greenwith sign of industry littering itwe're long overdue for an overhaul"I'm disgusted with the repetition of literaturelittle bitch high schoolers pouring over words repeated over and over again by supposed inspirationalsrepeating the same ideas and stories over and over againfilling the voids with rich-less words that add to a blandwhite-washed societyThe revolution of your dreams will never happenbecause you lack the bleeding insides and cerebral currentsto face what they have to throw at youor even see it comingpolitics will continuetrees will diewe're all too complacent and determinedworking so hard and changing everythingto keep everything the same.
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Concrete Rose [10 Feb 2005|08:55am]
Concrete RoseOut of the ashes there aroseOf unmentionable beauty, a roseThat experienced such adversityAnd here is the storyLooking out on lifeEverything seemed rightBut there came that fateful dayWhen things change, as well as the wayBattered and bruisedFor what was deemed trueThere was no more rightFrom that day on in her eyeEverything she ever held dearEventually in her eye made a tearNo longer wanting to see another dayFor she believed no good would come her wayPeople are here to hurtThen later desertWas her mind set thenBut all that changed with a friendThat one day changed her lifeShe no longer saw darkness but lightOnce dead but now aliveNow can see and no longer blindSprouting from concreteSurrounded with debrisCame a roseOut of the ashes, she aroseScarred by the past,Bruised from her lastattempts of something deadly,Wounded by people being worldlyEmerged from the graveIn victory, her hands she did raiseThough scarred by the enemyNow she is a thing of beauty
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new poem [11 Jan 2005|01:56pm]
[ **mood** | creative ] Columbus SimulacrumMidnight pastmy lover quiet sleeps,and I dare not wake her –for dark these hours bewhen ghosts and demons wakethe children being free: the one hitters and junkies in her womb.Oh her belly groanswhen they fill her lungs with vomitand smoke pours out her mouth.What’s written on her bones: boycott corporate america might as well.Her undergarmentsare soiled filthy ragseaten away by rats – her breasts and stomach sag.Midnight pastmy lover quiet sleeps,and I dare not wake her anymore.© Valley, January 2005
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haiku [10 Jan 2005|01:01pm]
[ **mood** | cheerful ] orange morning sky...night's cold blanketslowly disappears© Valley, January 05
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don't know what to say [09 Jan 2005|05:01pm]
[ **mood** | contemplative ] Immanuel…The Highway RobberyThis could go on forever:bright red strobe lightexploding between cracksin the pine tree muralby the road –and I roll alongon the painted barcode,absorbed in God’s infra-red eye.But this can’t go on forever.© Copyright 2005, GA Highway 103
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[29 Dec 2004|02:15pm]
"Twilight in Yonder Fields"T'was dusk time in yonder field When my eyes did see this faery child Which led my pace in some soft raceTo know her heart so wild And in her hand there was a shield She casts away in such grace So there before her I did yield To see her gown of lace What intimacy is this, so tender and mild That brings me to this forest new To touch and soothe her lovely face And gaze upon eyes so blue O, Dear Lover, my heart I wield To ride by your eve-long chase'Tis not a better hand to dealFor as your lips I tasteNow ask not why I choose to stayInto night, from every day
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New Poem [25 Dec 2004|02:54pm]
[ **mood** | horny ] CigaretteHe’d sit and smoke his cigaretteHe’d sitAnd smoke the jones out of it.Spongy lungs drenching in its voodooAnd burning as all the suns of New MexicoHave scorched the dry plains of my imagination.And the smoke jonesed out his mouthIn a dull stream,A dull haze sat around us –He leftAnd the haze left too.And left us all to fateAnd you stood there and recalledIn the cool night airA dull haze was around us.©West Point, December 2004
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This is not really meant to be gay (believe it or not) :p [22 Dec 2004|11:31pm]
[ **mood** | artistic ] A Man’s Love Found/ Experiments pt. 1The man returned home with his companion,who did the talking for the pairand later on would take control(to which our man learned to give in through love)And ritual was worshiped before consummationof glory in and of itself.The shaft was firm in tender hand,Love’s lighting streaming from itas a glow of Light –China White’s pale moon –with electricity.Halo Theory/ Experiments pt. 2Under a heavier influenceTime and being and matterBecome measurable in the distance between our realityand another reality in time.In this distanceEnergy encircles usIn otherworldly glow –This is the aura of writ.© West Point, December 2004
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