So, I'm being bad about updating on here again. Everything's on my fictionpress profile, if you're seriously missing stuff. :p But I'm going to try to update here more. I've already been updating my fic journal & my regular journal; may as well get the poetry journal in on the action, too. :p

ETA another poem. And another. I'm just going to put these under a cut. LOL. :)

( POEMS! )

Tags: poem: angst, poem: hopeful, poem: sex
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: [One Evening by Feist]

Here's another poem. I don't know; I'm really liking my poetry again. I think I'm being very careful with my word choices. This one just sorta came out last night, but I've generally been spending a lot more time writing each individual poem and reading it over and over and over before I decide I'm done with it. I love that feeling. :)

POEM!

day old

cup my head and feed my breath
with bread, rye or white and yeast
rising in your oven; my diet yearns
for new growth, for potential –
she sits up straight and listens
intently to your preaching, sweet
teaching professor man; science
in the starch of your solid words,
the adjectives you chose to mold
(like a slice of wheat one week
past its expiration date) into loaves,
into examples to be shown off –
models of ideal bakery products,
pretty under glass cases, but far
too stale to ever taste delicious.

Tags: poem: angst
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: [♪I'm Not Gonna Beg♪] Natalie Merchant

Another poem, another love. :)

POEM!

the purpose of sight-reading

trebles: notes, in shapes and forms,
and i am a clef, curving perfectly
into your hand. you lick your lips,
taste salt and nervous regret, wait
for me to uncurl inside your palm.
so i’m this clef, so you’re this hand
holding my hair back while i brush
my teeth at night; but i’m made
for sheets of parchment, you are
created for pianos and guitars,
and i find myself as a means
to your end, my pages stained
with someone else’s music.

Tags: poem: angst
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: [♪Butterfly♪] Damhnait Doyle

Yay. Another poem. I really like this one, too. It's just very . . . precise. That's a good word for it.

POEM!

the path to nirvana

the vines, like silk in the mouth
of a chinese dragon – slithering
snakes of charmeuse that glide
and slide across the perfect body,
the lust-warmed flesh of a lover –
eclipsing nude walls with slow
deliberance; destination known,
journeys begun: tendrils of ivy,
green with life, caressing the sky.

Tags: poem: nature
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: [♪Benzin♪] Rammstein

Okay, so I know I'm just awful with updating my regular journal & such, but you know what? I don't care. :p I'm sorry I'm not on LJ as much as I used to be, but I'm just not. Whatever. That's not what I'm updating about.

I wrote some poems the other night & it's seriously been the first time in awhile where I've been so super excited, just felt creative and original for once. Love that. I felt like my creativity was dwindling or something. I don't know. I haven't been writing nearly as much poetry as I'd like lately. Fic has taken over my life. :p And sometimes I feel like people are demanding certain things of me & I should be complying with those demands. :-/ I don't know. I'm gonna do things for me, though, not to please other people. *nods* Yeah.

And right now, I have poems I adore & wanted to share with you all. ♥

POEMS!

the maid needs a maid

her heart constructed of shudders
with shutters to block out the cold;
the deep sigh of her fear, she said,
was what caused her to behave
like a woman, restless and soft –
used dryer sheets limping to the floor.
she pretends the panes on her chest
are not pains in her neck, uses windex
accordingly. knows the maytag man
isn’t always available; she’ll fold
her own troubles away. singing to
the towels, “you’re a tremble. i’m
a tear.” her eyes now woolite white.

A/N: Thanks to Emily Haines for the title. Fabulous song, by the way.


Masochism

He hoped for prison;
solitary confinement.
Room for just one more?


novocaine

numb teeth: like cold in
january, or dentist
office hell in may.

Tags: haiku: angst, haiku: bitter, poem: weird
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: intrigued
Current Music: [♪This Corrosion♪] Lambchop

Yay, I got comments yesterday! LOL. Seems like half the time I post I don't get any sort of response. :p Part of the reason I didn't post all the stuff I've written here. That and I'm lazy. :p

So here we are, a very not-exciting poem at all. :p

POEM!

Lunchlady Land

Cafeteria woman, hair in a tangled
net, smells like biscuits and old
lady perfume – the stench of being
a senior citizen. Sometimes snarling,
but mostly sweet smiles lingering
on her face, she will provide you
your daily mystery meat, the gelatinous
gravy and potato flakes to go with it,
stale rust-colored carrots from a can,
perhaps a nice rubbery slice of apple
pie. We swallow it down with a grimace,
pretend it’s good to eat, and when
we look back up, see her lonely
eyes, our own eyes shine, knowing
she does this all for us; we are all
a part of who she is, her children.

Tags: poem: random
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: [♪Faith♪] George Michael

I know it's been a crazy long time since I've updated this journal, so here goes. I don't stick very well to my promises to hang around LJ more. I must apologize for that. NCIS eats my soul, even when there aren't new episodes being shown. :p

But yes, poetry. Here are a few I've written recently.

ETA another poem under the cut.

( POEMS! )

Tags: poem: about writing, poem: sarcastic
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: [♪Lost Girls♪] Tilly & the Wall

LOL, I'm listening to "Peaches" by The Presidents of the United States of America for the second time in a row. Yeah, it's one of THOSE nights. :p And I'm eating my Big Topper pizza from Toppers. Hell yeah. (Anyone who's never had Toppers, go to their website once - toppers.com. They're hilarious. I love a place with a sense of humor. Like their coupons; one of them is for a FREE Corrugated cardboard box with any delivery of pizza or topperstix . . . :p)

Anyhoodles, apparently I like to ramble about my dinner. (I was doing it to Ren earlier. Sorry, hun. You get to hear about it again. :p) And I am here to post poems. Of course. Obviously this one does not reflect my current mood. That would be weird.

And I think now would be a fantastic time for me to write crack!fic. Oh ho ho, yes indeedy.

POEM!

pre-traumatic stress

i’m beat up and worn down, pure
parallels of emotion. there is no
way out, only holes to dig me
even deeper; and all i want is
to say fuck you, fuck you,
fuck you to this feeling, sodomize
the stress coursing through my
veins, pound the living shit out
of my angst, that ugly german word,
find a way to calm my silly nerves
(warm milk never did much for me)
and get back to some semblance
of normal, careless days, the kind
i only remember in dreams.

Tags: poem: angst
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: hyper
Current Music: [♪Mexico♪] CAKE

Here's another poem. It's another one about sly, in the collection with assassin's song, get the fuck out of dodge and rendezvous, if you all remember those. I'm much much too lazy (not to mention bogged down, ugh) to link to those poems, but I'm sure they won't be hard to find. :)

POEM!

teach me the art of growing up

sly in words is sex and solemn
vows to stay out of other
people’s love lives – sly is
avoidant of the slight touches,
full on rushes of emotion;
does not trust but wants
easily to lust.

her hands know how to live,
how to stay alive, bending
and flexing into a bad man’s
throat, crushing the words
collecting in his adam’s apple –

sly does not allow her heart
to hear the sound of trust,
of truth, of honest feelings.

her hands rough with wear,
her face dry of tears, mouth
set in the straightest line;
fine now, sly now, learning
how to love, loving how to
live – sly is becoming more.

Tags: poem: angst
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: [♪Rhymes of an Hour♪] Mazzy Star

I'm back, not dead or anything like that. :p I've made a goal to actually update once in awhile. *nods* We'll see if that actually stands up. :p

Here's a poem to hold you over, though. It's . . . kinda self-explanatory. Some of you will understand the meaning behind it.

POEM!

trent, tori and being content to lust

i fell into the depths
of a tiny boy’s purple eyes,
and that sounds so triumphant
and overdone, i’m sure,
but hearts don’t know
when they should fall,
or how far it is to the ground

from a lavender man to a girl
with honey in her hair and
hunger in her stare; the world
into which i’ve fallen, no
words can dare to compare
her impact, the way i feel
about her smile and face,

or how my breath tastes
after i’ve lingered in her
simple presence for a day;
the sweet bite of longing,
knowing she’s something
i’ll never have – dark wine:
bitter, pungent and intoxicating.

Tags: poem: angst
Current Location: my notebook
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: [♪Hot Legs♪] Rod Stewart