Boy In Corner

2006-04-15T16:02:00.000-07:00

So this was forwarded to me a while ago, and the poem below is my respone to reading this article.A Brutal Scene Caught on TapeA 21-minute recording of a sexual assault shattered lives in O.C.By Christopher GoffardTimes Staff WriterMarch 9, 2006When Gregory Haidl pressed the "record" button on his Sony hand-held video camera four years ago, lives began to unspool.The tape he produced fits easily

2005-12-04T15:25:00.000-08:00

Like I said, this is the extended version of "It's Up To You." Original and unedited, this was the poem I wrote for FemSex's final project assignment. For more poetry, check out my blog here.It’s Up To You – ExtendedLet me tell you, you aren’t alone, I hope you know I can’t condone the terrible injustices that’ve been sown by Monsters who can’t keep their hands to themselves. First of all, as

2005-11-15T21:18:00.000-08:00

I've decided that this is no longer a poetry blog, but a place for potential art projects, ideas, etc. Woo.Film projects: spoken word stuff for portfolio-remake of original "honeymoon" script-work on grate piece-keyhole piece with murder perhaps?reflection thing: stillThis probably shouldn't make sense to any of you, but whatever. It's my blog, and I'll do what I want! (said in Eric Cartman

2005-11-14T14:33:00.000-08:00

Happy 8 month Anniversary Eve :)Crimson AuroraThis violet haze sunset grips my heart as I rip apart my mind trying to think of something clever to say. And it’s a great day never mind the weather as even if it wasn’t sunny out I’d weather any storm by your side. Even though these love poems have been cried dry, we’re both emo kids so you know the significance of me telling youHow much I like

2005-11-12T16:21:00.000-08:00

Not quite a poem, but whatever. Hopefully more stuff will appear here soon. I'm getting back into writing, so yeah. A true (?) story.Princess Kaguya of the Moon people descended to Earth long ago. Stunningly beautiful, with flowing white hair and pale blue skin, she was a kind, wonderful woman who all could agree was simply lovely. She fell in love with a man who, unbeknownst to her, was a

2005-10-27T23:52:00.000-07:00

Every time I suck it up,But now I feel the cracks and what not,This is my suicide poem.I haven't felt the urge for a whileTo jump in front of a moving trainBecause I'm curious as what it feel like.Blades slicing through skin to let me knowI feel aliveRest trapped inside a kitchen drawer.8th floor windows can easily be broken toGet a better look at a landing site,And I'm sure it wouldn't be hard

2005-09-29T13:15:00.000-07:00

This outer shell starts to crackAs the dam busts inside of me.Correspondance left unanswered, phone calls skipped,All because I don't like talking to people.Ever since I was small I didn't like to pick up the phone. I never liked calling people. I've been a lot better recently,But all the calls I really need to makeAre left Behind.

2005-09-16T17:20:00.000-07:00

I don't know why this has slowly withered to a very small part of my blogring. Eh.Standard shades of grey illuminate the heavens,Backlit clouds cracklingWith darkness.The water cleansing the earthBy burning away everything of the past.-----Words stumble out like a creek run dry,Fingers trip like stumbling drunks,Looking for that last drop.

2005-08-03T01:56:00.000-07:00

2005-07-10T20:39:00.000-07:00

Ooof. A month without posting anything new here. Sorry people. Anyway, here's more of a free write than anything, but whatever:And I can't help feel that dreaded familiar feeling again, ash smudges in the corner of my heart. And I'm worried. Worried that when I've finally escaped my past perhaps yours is catching up to you.I know the future is scary and we both have our own issues to deal

2005-05-16T00:41:00.000-07:00

Crimson AuroraAnd so the sunlights breaks on the wakeOf our anniversary, and as I wake next to youAll I can do is smile.Cuz I haven't fallen this hard for ages it seems andAs we dance to Midsummer and the AutumnsI can't help but to let my heart smile.And I treasure every second with you likeListening to the dialogue while I read subtitles,Like,Shopping at Ranch 99 and you buying food that reminds

2005-03-18T23:22:00.000-08:00

And the sunset grips my heart as I rip apart my mind trying to think of something clever to say.And it’s a great day never mind the weather as even if it wasn’t sunny out I’d weather any storm by your side.And love poems have been cried dry, but we’re both emo kids so you know the significance of me telling youHow much I like you.So as we take turns taking pictures as we sit on the beach like

2005-02-22T01:41:00.000-08:00

First original stuff in a while:I want you.I want you to help me paint the sky in our mind's eye,To watch waves collide and explode,To gaze into the horizon and only see each other.I want you in my arms,Overwhelming each other in tight embraces,Our smells spiralling into a twine of essence;A intoxicant of the highest proof.I want you to dance with me among the stars,To swim in my fluid dreams

2005-02-14T15:08:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day, Alkaline Trio-styleEnjoy Your Day - Alkaline Trio so where'd you go?how was your vacation home?well obviously you were busy,too busy for me.so this is how you leave me?i'm broken hearted on the floor.my tears seep through the crack under my door.where i am locked in, shut down.i'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground.so happy valentine's day.i hope the sun's out in

2005-02-04T02:31:00.000-08:00

Here is a song I wrote for Jamie when she was going through some rough times. It's part my life, and part her's, but I wrote this waaaaaay before Lori broke up with me, just fyi. And no, it's not meant towards her. Mean Song <>The sky is a deep dark blue, just like how I am now feeling, Burnt by your uncaring actions I feel like my skin is now peeling I hate playing phone tag,

2005-01-11T01:36:00.000-08:00

This poem was written by request for Amy. Very few can compare to the joys that is theatre rice, but one such miracle of wonderness is the taste of smirnoff ice. Crisp and cool and filled with goodies, smirnoff ice makes things happy, but drink too much and tears will fall the next morn when you feel crappy. Drinking enough to get a good buzz is probably the way to go, although downing some

2005-01-07T17:48:00.000-08:00

A sporadic burst of anxiety fills my chest, And as I search for the source, It evades me.

2004-12-16T01:13:00.000-08:00

So if you read my actual regular blog, here are some fragments of stuff I've been working on . Everything is still in revision, and I will probably cut parts into two different poems, and I may end up cutting some stuff out (like the last lines) out permanently. Oh well. Enjoy! People say most of my poems are depressing. Rape, killings, molestation, violence, crime, and greed, racism,

2004-11-29T02:42:00.000-08:00

Chabot Space and Science Center Haiku: Chilled from Oakland hills, Air creeps down into my sleeves And makes me miss you. Only a few days, and I'm missing you. Like I said, It was an intense week. 5:30 talks, Thanksgiving cards, And the feel of your hand Smother me in comfort. My fears and insecurites come out, And I know that you should be with someone better. I pulled out all the big guns,

2004-11-29T02:38:00.000-08:00

Questions concerning You Still flutter in my mind like crimson butterflies, Yet I press my body against the door trying to keep them out. Like shots of morphine, My music and obligations numb me to your feelings As I manage to finally forget about you If only Momentarily.

2004-11-18T01:27:00.000-08:00

Mr. Gamma Phi Haiku You announce third place, Then second, I start to doubt, But then you call me up. Weary I crack my neck, Vertebrate popping like popcorn in a pan. I sigh. My breath leaves me Standing alone in my room, White walls Singing me to sleep. I hit the pillow with a dream And I'm gone.

2004-11-04T16:36:00.000-08:00

Dirty Haikus Brazilian wax Would be nice, cuz I always Find hair in my teeth. Rugburns really hurt. I get them on my penis From hot armpit sex. I'd stuff Cheney's head Up the ass of Bush, but no, That is too much Dick.

2004-11-04T16:34:00.000-08:00

Last night razor winds of dispair washed down with the rain Cut into me with fury. Milky Ethanol and long talks soothed the burns of stupidity Branded into my forehead by my country. Fuck you, America. Grow a brain.

2004-10-13T15:36:00.000-07:00

Vote, people. <>Death is not the end. Not by far, you see, the scars left by propositions and decisions cut by Magician-like politicians can and will affect your children. You say that you don’t’ care if they pass, but it’s them out there who’ll be laughing last As bills and riders come and kick your grandkids in the ass. <>Last call to sign up is coming up close, After Oct. 18th, your

2004-09-23T01:48:00.000-07:00

Haiku plug New chapbook is here. Send me an email to buy. Only five dollars.

2004-09-23T01:45:00.000-07:00

Dirty Haiku I love to lick you Your unforgettable taste Like sweet rotting meat. Leech Like a leech you hang, My life slipping out of me and into you, Bloated and full, I hope you explode.

2004-09-12T23:57:00.000-07:00

It's hard when the thing you treasure most Is the one thing that you cannot protect. You can never own her, You can never hide her away from the world, Or put her under a glass case. Free to roam, To explore, To live life on her own if she wishes, To perhaps choose Someone else Over you, Letting go Is the only hope you have.

2004-09-06T19:55:00.000-07:00

Here's a funny piece that I have added to my Slam arsenal. Between my lack of a job, 2 F’s on my transcript, running a theatre group, my parent’s divorce, George W. Bush, homophobia, sexism, and racism, and all the other fucked up shit in the world, you would think that I’m a little bit…stressed out. But I’m not. “How?” you ask? “What’s your secret?” you ask? Well, I shall tell you. The

2004-08-30T20:45:00.000-07:00

fuck it. i'm tired of censoring myself. this was written on 5/13/04. <>Subtle subtleties ring from my guitar, Playing chords that bring back memories like Opening old scars of dying cars and no stereo, Beach sunsets, red tresses and matching dresses. I sigh. Old poems still sing, and unearthed emotions still sting, And no matter what tomorrow brings I'll still be missing you. <> And

2004-08-28T18:56:00.000-07:00

Stop. And breathe. Inhale the air, wind tussling your hair, Stare up at the sky, Lift off and fly, dive, swoop, twist and turn, Heart racing and pacing energy is burned, Temporal zyphers soaring with Peace and love spurned. Wave your guns And accalaim your hatred, Tanks rolling and bodies falling, Death pits open up to swallow Us Whole, and You still ask to wage war.

2004-08-28T01:05:00.000-07:00

I burn a white flag While I wait beneath a street light To hold your arms and... Stare into your eyes. I nail boards across my mouth to keep myself From saying too much. I strum glycerine across my guitar strings And sing my own song, Memorizing my favorite kisses. Sibling insights partially ignored, Emotional retardation a possibility, I stare at my boots, my boardshorts, My backpack, and my

2004-08-28T00:42:00.000-07:00

Some guy at the St. Mary's show asked me for my website. So just in case he checks it, here's the TRUE, UNCENSORED version of "It's Up To You," which is kinda my crowning piece. At least so far. Also, I'm posting the other two poems in their original form (St. Mary's asked me to clean it up). It's Up To You Let me tell you, you aren’t alone, I hope you know I can’t condone the Terrible

2004-08-20T03:05:00.000-07:00

I yearn for you. I burn so fucking hard and bright I feel like I'm going to explode, Supernova in my bathroom and Spray my particles all over the cold Moist tile that lines the wall next to the toilet. My inibriation breeds magic, Alcohol the catalyst in my synaptic Struggle to find myself. And you... You... Goddamn it feel like a fucking typhoon in my chest Aching to rend my ribs from my lungs,

2004-08-18T16:30:00.000-07:00

This is a little tidbit I wrote a long time ago, and haven't worked it into a full blown poem yet: Go ahead and sieve Through my thoughts of romance, Chocolate and forget-me-nots, Cuz I'll look back through yoru past of lies and lives Of Jake and Scott, Of Toms and Brads, And how the only difference between me and them is the Color of our skin, And I guess it's not a sin For that's your

2004-08-17T00:32:00.000-07:00

It's majestic, this prophetic dialect-it, freestyle writing turning up the volume while internal metamorphosis happen, Evolution of my tongue while I'm wrapping, That's w-r-a- double p-i-n-g I'm packing up the set of cups that I use for tea. See, wee hours and the fires are still burning, Stomach churnin' and turnin' while I smile and file away the work from today, and I say Why can't I just get

2004-08-15T10:18:00.000-07:00

This is a semi-new piece. Not sure if I want to really develop/use this one yet. Ladies and youn girls over the age of 18, I am going to be truthful with you. I am a dork. That's right, I'm inept with women and their beautiful breasts, lovely vaginas, soft skin, and their hair that always smells good. I am a dork. I watch comic book movies, write poetry about Advanced Dungeons and Dragons,

2004-08-11T10:08:00.000-07:00

Goddammit. I will post new poetry soon. Sorry to everyone that actually reads this on a semi-regular basis. I'm still working on some new slam pieces, and will be logging them in here soon. Some quick haiku I'm making up on the spot. My penis itches. Perhaps I should choose not to Have sex with donkeys. In reality, my penis doesn't itch, but about those donkeys.... Self-censoring is Not

2004-07-18T09:29:00.000-07:00

I gaze over you, As your head lays on the pillow. Bittersweet yearnings spring anew.

2004-07-07T16:20:00.000-07:00

Working on some new slam pieces. When I get them up to quality standards, I'll post them here. Here's something very Alakline Trio/My Chemical Romance-ish for your repulsion and/or enjoyment. I Love you. I love you so much I would fucking rend the veins and arteries out of my arms To make you a red, white, and blue heart for the 4th of July. I need you. Your sultry scent intoxicates me and

2004-07-01T02:10:00.000-07:00

The majority of people on this earth are greedy, fucked up, racist, homophobic, sexist, assholes that have no idea on how to respect others. I can appreciate the ratard joke, or the one about fucking dead babies, but without a context to place this shit in, all you are doing is fucking others over. Why? Because you aren't happy with your life. Every single time I've thought something racist,

2004-06-28T14:55:00.000-07:00

You've made an impression on me like The little nubs I get in my fingers after I practice guitar: They are painful and I wish they'd go away. Fuck you predatorial gay man at Cafe.

2004-06-28T12:34:00.000-07:00

Disconnected like a severed neuron, I have random pangs of loneliness. I've realized that I don't Belong Anywhere. I have all this energy pent up inside like an ocean held in a cup, But without that tiny pin-prick pore, I am just burning up inside. Constantly a window-shopper of social/political/ethnic/sexual communities, I peer in but the cold glass wall lets me know I am still Out in the cold.

2004-06-08T23:42:00.000-07:00

Haiku for now Disconnected me, I feel so lonely sometimes, But I know I'm not. When it rains, it pours. Six long months with no action, Now, multiple leads. Dirty Haiku for battles Hey sleeping blind girl. You question "What just hit you?" I came on your eyes. Friction feels so good, I slide into your crevice Made by your arm pit. Suck my popsicle, You will not get frost-bit lips, Cuz

2004-05-15T02:42:00.000-07:00

Self-censored voices beg to be heard, Yet the roar of rationality makes my ears bleed.

2004-05-12T01:50:00.000-07:00

Confused Haiku Every day I Bite at my tongue to keep from Asking that question.

2004-05-12T00:29:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen, I present person A and person B, see Two very different people brought together by Attraction and physiological reactions Brought on by Sexual distractions and clandestine interactions Under the blanket of night. Person A and B are Naked and Sticky flesh presses against sweaty skin, Both prepped to sin with big grins, and then Person B grabs a condom, But A grabs

2004-04-13T22:53:00.000-07:00

I whip out my cell phone and check to caller ID, To see if it's that call for me that I've been hoping to see, But it's not. And it itches at my brain like I was just mindfucked by a bush of poison oak. It gets under my skin like Hypodermic needles filled with caffeine. I'm anxious. No, Nervous is more aptly descript, And as I read from this script that I'm given, I can't help but feel a deep

2004-03-29T23:23:00.000-08:00

Light and illusions dance from my fingers, Ink trailing on the page Creates the words and images brought to life on the stage. My emotions, my pain, My fiction made real, My inner thoughts acted out as the real deal. My scripts and doodles jump out to life, Video and the stage my paintbrush and knife That sculps out what's in my head for everyone else to see, And hopefully one day these works

2004-03-28T01:23:00.000-08:00

I run in circles and I live up to my reputation. I go through the motions Drink the drinks And life still seems dulled. A film blurs my world view and the spark Has fled. Distractions my only recourse, Petty amusements eat up my day. My scrawlings hoping to say something meaningful, Yet it seems like they lift off the page and just float away Into Nothingness.

2004-03-28T01:20:00.000-08:00

Balancing on a tightrope of emotion, The paradoxes of life drown me like the ocean. I try to arrange my feelings like some parts of a map, But I get gummed up like a fly stuck in sap. Zeitgeists all too familiar, has anything changed, Do we really have a say or is this all prearranged?

2004-03-13T19:55:00.000-08:00

You Left Me I'm sick of trying. I'm sick of being the good guy, the one who always calls. I've done this before, and I'm not going to do it again, Fuck you if you wanna be friends, What happened to "The End" It's supposed to finish the story, and yet, you keeping on blabbing Is starting to get boring. I fought hard to make things work, you can't refute that, And I'm not going to get sucked

2004-03-08T11:46:00.000-08:00

Marching moonlight murder opens up Under the cloudy moonless sky. The flippant philosopher cackles Like fat being deep-fried. Darkness shrouds the darkest things In blankets of inky sweat. Whips, and chains, and blood and tears, Make up this sinful set. Magical mischief moves up and under The slate-grey night. And in fifty-seven households in front of the tube Married couples fight. Violence

2004-03-08T11:41:00.000-08:00

Sunlight Afterglow 15, 12, 9, 6Â 3 seconds left, IÂm holding my breath, I want to touch your cheek, you tell me youÂve had a rough week, We have another drink and I think ÂAre you really into me, Or is that the liquor talking?Â But IÂm feeling tipsty too, so what do I do but Scoot closer to you And let the scent of your shampoo seep into my nose. I donÂt want to impose in on

2004-02-22T21:46:00.000-08:00

I open the door, And I see your beautiful naked body Lying in bed with Someone else.

2004-02-22T21:45:00.000-08:00

I see you in the cold rain, And as tears ran down my face, They splattered like spilt wine, On Your body.

2004-02-17T23:55:00.000-08:00

Sunset slips sideways and hide in time, Rain pours down creating muck and slime, Chimes chime in the wind; gusty blows, I stand in the downpour, soaking my clothes. Darkness creeps in, black ink spilling over the page, And out come the poor surviving on minimum wage, Age regardless, just so they're supposed to be over 18, But all that is cared about is the profits to be seen. Red lights and

2004-02-11T00:42:00.000-08:00

I look to the pink and red decor. Memories return And leave bittersweet tastes in my mind. I am alone.

2004-02-01T03:58:00.000-08:00

Mistrust chains me down, Typecast yet deserving; Accusations hang on my shoulders Like the earth on Atlas. I want to be trusted, But can I really?

2004-01-29T16:44:00.000-08:00

Countdown 20. Time passes slowly, a figure casting his dark reaper over all of us 19. Blades of grass wave in the wind, green tinted golden 18. Golden leaves patch the dirt like a grandmother 17. Spiderwebs shimmer in the star-lit sunset 16. Pears drip juices, nectar sugar sweet 15. Wisps of hair dance in the shadows 14. Mushrooms penetrate the mud 13. Lotus bloom in the vile wet 12. Feathers

2004-01-27T23:53:00.000-08:00

Bleak. White harshness of the page stares me down, Daring me to Write Create Love Learn Gamble Write something new, Fill it's open gullet with passion, Magic, Wonderment, even. It begs for my soul and spirit, It yearns for my words and calls out to me. So I give in. I pour rhyme after rhyme, Time after time Again into that empty void Until the ink runs dry And the tears solidify on my pen.

2004-01-23T21:53:00.000-08:00

To the music of "I miss you" by Blink - 182 Where are you? Hello there, the dreamer who's still out there, The girl who still dances in the dark. Still haven't found you, My heart quakes with every shudder, My mouth can only flounder when I find you. Where can I find you? Together, alright forever, And in your light, I'll wish this never ends Let's wish this never ends. Where are you? I'm so

2004-01-20T18:21:00.000-08:00

Why Do I Write? I write because I like to put ink on a page, ever since I was young I devoured books like a sage, and these works sparked a fire and just raged and burned, I learned later that my affection and love would be spurned. So I learned to wipe the heart on my sleeve onto a page, My joys and dreams, My tears and fears, My sorrow, my rage. I'd lose it if I didn't write, like an

2004-01-20T00:39:00.000-08:00

And the words displayed on my screen I've seen in my head. Premonitions of dread locked in my memories And quirks out of place, Not everything is right, I can see all the traces of degeneration, Regeneration too late, I resign to my fate and lay my head on my pillow. I wish to forget. I wish To dream of a time when my heart wouldn't break, When the skies were blue and bodies weren't fake. But

2004-01-18T01:41:00.000-08:00

New roommate, chill guy, Near accident, clear sky, SFO, Britta, Heidi and me, 34 nearly clean, come visit, see. Larger bed, bumper stickers, Tapes up pictures, salsa and chips, Room my cake and icing, Open coke can, sip.

2004-01-18T01:38:00.000-08:00

If I Ruled the World If I Ruled the World it would be nice and clean and the police would have different super-powers, like having the power cosmic, being able to fly, haveing the power to shoot stun-blasts, and able to turn in to a silver-metal man with super-strength. The people would be nice, friendly, and would be super, duper, good. There would be hardly any crime, violence, or murder. You

2004-01-09T14:21:00.000-08:00

These Words My words are my weapons, my slings, my blades, My gifts, my comfort, my royal flush of spades, These poems are my reflection, unblemished and true, Double-edged sabers, dangerous tools to me and to you. And I find myself lacking, Haunted by the absence of what I need to say, today, Right here and now. My mind streaming out thoughts like water overflowing a bathtub. I look to the

2004-01-03T02:28:00.000-08:00

My shame hangs on my like a frame On the wall, drab greens and blues, Run down And swallow me whole. But my parents still reach into the blackness And pull me out. I don't deserve their love, but I receive it graciously anyway, My tattered wings bound by mere bandages And I smile at them. I can't thank them enough, And my words dissolve before they escape my mouth, But they turn and let me

2003-12-13T15:49:00.000-08:00

The sun breaks over the horizon, Cliche golden rays sparkle and shine, Although I know they are truly not rays, But photons Packets of light energy. I see a worm fighting for survival Contracting Writhing on the sidewalk. I realize that it's drowning Since it breathes through its skin. I think of malphegian tubules Pyruvic Acid Crops and gizzards And how love, laws, and labor effect the

2003-12-03T09:55:00.000-08:00

Since it was Thanksgiving a week ago: Arigato Darkened skies, and cried out eyes, corporate lies I surmise are slowly killing us. Crimson streams from the wrists of those we do miss stain my brain with portraits of pain and rain, the rain of the past beats down on me. My conscious aches under the weight of civil injustices brought upon my grandparents, it’s apparent these erroneous lies

2003-12-03T01:34:00.000-08:00

Sore throat ache, Comforted by the loving words of spicy soup Trickling down To my tum tum. Tired eyes fight the pull To close their doors for the night A light shines bright outside my window. Birthday wishes to two, May your years celebrate with cookies and such. I bunch up, Crawl under my sheets and watch the rain rivulets on my window. What am I talking about it's not even raining? I

2003-11-24T21:41:00.000-08:00

I dream of electric sheep Broomball hoopdreams and bedroom neat. The Terror State and magic spins the disc, DJ Richter Scale, cake batter, whisk.

2003-11-19T10:02:00.000-08:00

More and more, the choices I made, Though wrong, seem right, As blighted thoughts spread effortlessly With no one to keep them in check. I feel guilty at having no regrets, No remorse at fogging up windows with my breath. No remorse at putting up curtains Over my eyes. But such things are such things And who knew what life would bring? I sing Out of tune, And the dissonance makes me remember

2003-11-19T02:11:00.000-08:00

A dreamer asks me if they should dream. How can I answer but yes? I decide to be a Buddhist priest, One that kicks major ass. My big ears finally come in handy As late night poetry about flying makes my heart soar Over the chasms that have once been my home.

2003-11-17T01:01:00.000-08:00

Sunset tears and waves of confusion collide on the horizon, Makeshift comfort statements fall flat And are devoured by the self-doubting tide. For once I don't know what to do, what to say, But I just try to hang on. Words dissapate upon leaving my tongue, And quick witty quips turn stale And I blurt nonsense. I fight to break down that shield, That armor raised against my heart; And I beat my

2003-11-11T10:15:00.000-08:00

Perfume and smoky scents collide, And actually don't smell that bad, Smoke usually a cacaphony of repulsion; But this time whispy flashes of colorful images struggle up my nose. Your hand dances along the mound of my cheek, Silken draperies chilling me with excitement. Our chests pull together, Heartbeats syncopating although your heart's music shines through. Love, warmth, fear, generosity,

2003-11-11T10:10:00.000-08:00

And the flowers die alone in my room. Your hand snuggling in mine sends shivers up my spine, Lips like rose petals brush against my neck, a peck, Then you rest on my pecks, silky hair flooding my shoulders like blankets of clouds. I hold you dear, like a deer in the headlights my muscles freeze while locked in your embrace, Lace-like carresses infiltrate your tresses as my breathing grows heavy.

2003-10-22T01:24:00.000-07:00

My eyes grow glassy as new wounds Open up new scars, Puffy scar tissue being torn open again, Fleshy chasms running down my heart. I leave myself open, Vulnerable for an attack, My trust in emotion Let down by bad timing. I close my eyes and fall forward, And I hit the floor. Of course, I'm not crying; My eyes are red from the smoke. Really, I'm not. Old malfunctions of that machine in my

2003-10-17T13:26:00.000-07:00

It hurts a lot more than one would think. Especially when I've fucked up before, When I took our freedom for granted And saw someone else. But that was then and this is now, But why did I think things changed? We're not together. Not technically. No bounds keeping us by each other's sides, No Committments adhering me to her. But I thought...I mean, that night...that poem...I just thought... I

2003-10-14T03:22:00.000-07:00

As I sit my heart trembles, Heartquakes of my own "I refuse to say it" As they tell you this is your last goodbye. Hazy spiderweb memories Get caught in my throat, Coronary scars popped open, Freshly stale wounds ready for me to feel. And I cannot speak. Bound to silence, I sit through it and fight to scream My rage At their insensitivity towards you, At their Shit they're making you deal

2003-10-10T02:23:00.000-07:00

CA Recall Haiku #1 Arnold is an ass. If you voted for Arnold, Suck shit from my crack. CA Recall Haiku #2 Vote my conscious, yes? I should vote for Camejo. No, I voted Cruz. CA Recall Haiku #3 Actors can be cool. How bout as politicians? Fuck no you jackass. CA Recall Limerick You got into a Republican mode, And voted for a muscle-bound choad. You make me sick, I'll pull out my dick,

2003-10-10T02:16:00.000-07:00

Five Minutes til Showtime Five minutes til showtime. My costume changes ready, I know my lines. Oh shit, I need to change! I quickly wrap the towel round my waist in a frantic panic, Sweat growing on my brow, I change. Three minutes til showtime. Do I have all my props? Hey, I see my friends in the audence. The house is packed, and my palms, Sweaty. Do I know what to do for the intro piece?

2003-10-10T02:09:00.000-07:00

The miniature rives of salt water Slides down my face, Running together as they meet the point of my chin. Moist flesh adheres to moist flesh as My arm rests on my leg. The Summer air is the frosting to my cake, Smoothering me in a flurry of warmth.

2003-09-23T09:15:00.000-07:00

Sometimes my tongue gets wrapped up in my legs And I fall. Sometimes my courage slips into my belly And I lose my voice somewhere inside of me. Sometimes I wish the words would just fall into place. Always, I wish these kinds of talks didn't exist.

2003-09-16T12:53:00.000-07:00

Faint Ver. 0110 Magic spills off my tongue The words too confident, My ego slips up and missteps, Falls back against the fence. You can't realize what I feel, Do I emote to you? Our shields raised now, in defense Can I just please get through. My plea is for a little trust, I won't leave you in my dust, I'll be the best I can for you, Cuz I know all you've been through. I can't stand The way

2003-09-06T22:32:00.000-07:00

My stomach drops into the pit of my guilt And I feel like I've just killed someone. The onslaught of dread, knowing what's next Sends me reeling, Boiling myself in my own regret, anger, and fear, As I walk down the halls of justice. And although I have come to terms with my misdoings, I can't shake one thought; If one in four women are raped, then why the fuck aren't our prisons full?

2003-08-29T18:41:00.000-07:00

Costume Ball The evening dawns, the sky goes grey, Everyone come out! It's time to play! Put on your cloaks, gloves, and masks, Drink from your red plastic cups and flasks! Powder your nose, place eyeliner there, Frazzle and razzle and dazzle your hair! The costume ball is here! Let us go! And everyone there you'll already know! The frat boy with his shiny blond hair, The ugly and hot girl

2003-08-17T11:51:00.000-07:00

Crap I've spent the past few weeks Pushing a broom with yellow-gloved hands, And a gas mask. Roving around a large, cluttered room, I dig around, find my defecation, And move the brown mass of bodily excrement into A big fucking pile in the center of the room. I am still searching for more of it, as I know it's eluded me. Damn it. Eventually, I shall be able to pile it all into one huge,

2003-08-14T23:19:00.000-07:00

Outside It's Sunny Drapes pulled aside, I begin to peer in. The cheery white-picket fenced cottage stands before me, And I imagine blueberry pancakes served hot every morning, Tall glasses of pulpy orange juice and cotten candy pillows fluffing the Loveseat. I smile at made-up memories of the house's inhabitants Opening golden gifts at Christmas, Passing large pots of homemade mashed potatoes

2003-08-13T00:33:00.000-07:00

Jane's Pink Panties "Fuck!" exclaimed Jane. "I did it again!" "What?" I asked, "You shit your pants without your Depends?" "No you ass, I washed a red sock with my whites! Now all my panties are pink! This really friggin' bites!" I laughed and she kicked me, and then she pushed me down, But I stopped my giggles when I saw the tears and the growing frown. "Now how am I going to seduce you?!?!?!

2003-08-12T12:36:00.000-07:00

Spaceracer I cruise at light speed, the next dimension and beyond, Only pause to refuel, then blink and I'm gone, Racing, pacing, my engine burns coal red, My mind is on fire, synapses permanently firing in my head. Dread fills me not, I speed by too fast, Leave the last place behind, as well as the past. Skipping orbits faster than a boy skips a rock, Jumbled works spill out of me when I talk,

2003-08-09T01:13:00.000-07:00

Untitled (something like 20 or so) Stomach growling, Unsure if it was something I ate or if I am just hungry again. I writhe in my sheets, Burrowing deeper into my snowdrift of cloth, I wait for consciousness to fade. It is almost 6am and I am tired. Yet sleep does not find me as quickly as I might like.

2003-08-03T03:35:00.000-07:00

La Familia I sit on a green futon and peer out into the night. My stomach is full, Watermelon/Pineapple/Strawberry/Kiwi Hovering in my mouth like a ghost over a grave. We laugh, we sigh, We weave stories of misadventures and love affairs, Of magic and love, of heartbreak and inibriation, Of memories and Family Guy episodes. As the images flash upon the home theater, We sit in silence, sleep

2003-08-01T15:16:00.000-07:00

Haiku dealies Dave Matthews Band plays Such chill music calms me down Rock still calls to me. My math midterm looms, Stupid ass calculus sucks But I shall whoop it. Happy with life? No. Am I saddened by it? No. Accept it and grow. Fighting for what's good, At least what's good in my head, Is usually hard. Groovin' to the beat, Old tears turn into smiles, And now I fly free. Immature?

2003-07-30T00:52:00.000-07:00

Traces in the Sky There is a blast of air, Soundwaves shattering eardrums, Air displacement so powerful walls shake, People gasp, And glass panes are blown to shreds, Hardened crystalline sand dancing on the floor. The masses don't even notice though. They don't look up to the heavens, The night sky set ablaze with magical flames, And the remnants of a dream fading into obscurity. But the

2003-07-28T23:30:00.000-07:00

Marionette Hunched, over, Skin stretched taut over my rippling spine, I shudder. Sweat appears at my brow, and crusty breathe escapes my dry lips. I stare at my watch, and as the night gently grows longer and longer, The tear at the corner of my eye grows Larger and larger. And I wait for a tug before I move. What did I expect? So I stuff the hurt and fallen expectations back inside of me And

2003-07-22T08:53:00.000-07:00

Complications I am lost. My illusions of holding things together is starting to fade. I apologize, but it means nothing, but it means something to me. Why does saying I'm sorry lose meaning because I say it so much? Perhaps I'm just very apologetic for being a total fuck up. My morals slide down the drain as I face The cold,wet slap in the face of Looking into who I am, And seeing what I've

2003-07-21T00:12:00.000-07:00

Ancient Winds Caught up in a gust of ancient wind, I falter. Caught up in a gust of ancient wind, I stumble. Caught up in a gust of ancient wind, I fall. A scent rides the wind of pear-like spectacular, The familiar odor warming my heart. The way the air dances before me, The way the breeze seems to laugh at my foils, The way the current sweeps me off my feet; It all is ancient and too close

2003-07-20T23:58:00.000-07:00

Apologies I'm sorry for everything. For every mistake I've made, For every errant word to slip and tumble from my mouth, For every time I've smiled, frowned, laughed, or cried that was out of Place. I'm sorry for not being able to be there, For failing to live up to old promises and new, For shirking my responsibilities, For not being strong enough to live up to your standards. I'm sorry for

2003-07-17T06:24:00.000-07:00

Ouch I said I've had enough, So please turn that fucking stereo off, My headache is killing me. Oral injections of caffeine and Paid projections of self-induced sleep depravation Hammer against the back of my right ocular cavity. Fuck, my eye hurts. Due to knashing of the teeth during sleep, My gums hurt, and my chin feels like a gaping sore, As it is sore, Oh my poor mouth. And as the

2003-07-13T15:44:00.000-07:00

Tour de Warped I am broken. My neck whines as I try to sit erect, The triple-knotted muscles screaming in agony. I try to bob my head to Agent M's vocals, And my shoulder flinches in pain. Memories of being kicked in the face, Having sweaty kids dropped on my head, A twenty-something year old punk's spine dropped directly on the top of my head, And I can't move my head to the back and the