I opened the curtain and caught
her tap dancing in the shower
she grabbed a towel
to cover her shoes
all I could do was apologize
and pretend it never happened

This dog. I used to love this dog.
But now this dog is
a government agent.

I cannot trust this dog anymore.

If you are reading this,
you know who you are.
You know where I will go and why.

Together we will escape this world.

When the black sun rises we will say our final prayer.
We will splay our fingers upon the dusty ground
And wet the earth with our tears.
God, save us.
Our blind eyes will turn to one another,
Our brothers and sisters in every way.
We will cling to one another,
Fingernails digging into the flesh of our equally fallen brethren,
Mouths agape with soundless cries of terror
And regret.
As our senses fail and our ears go deaf
We will fall amid the frenzied wails of our families.
We will die in the desert,
The land full of sinners, and ourselves full of sin,
Throats warm with blood.

a list of worries
a way to rework the words
to say plainly
to hide equally
a replica more like my own
time on our hands its easy to waste
get out your sunday best
vicious heartwires
a reason to be dismissive

with eyes that don't betray you
won't betray you

new dresses attaching to the same old legs
shake them off
shake them off
once you had your fill
standing in aisles
just who am I kidding

was up to date
with the floorboards
carpet and tile

and I'm not in love
cold, numb
ashamed was looking for god
only to meet with people in the biblical sense
and I screamed and raged
sick on disillusionment
losing my voice
you did this
you did this
I did this.

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some things
never change
maybe we can
start all over again

maybe
maybe not

some people
never change
so maybe we can

maybe
maybe not

sometimes I feel so alone
that I would enjoy the company of a meteor
taking it's cosmic interest in my face

sometimes I feel so alone
that everyone I ever cared the least bit about
piled in at one mega party
is as appealing to me as counting moles
new and old
and it's not too different really

sometimes I feel like
crushing the life out of hope
for having ever fooled me
and burying it
in the back of a dump-truck
heading to a landfill in dimension zero

sometimes misery becomes so perfected
that nothing can stop it
and nothing can change it
but anything can start it

a friend of mine said I've perfected the art of misery
she really got it

sometimes there is no solution
we can only live with it
yeah, hopefully not forever
but right now hope is a straw
my fingers are oily
and I'm just going through some motions
my hands don't know what they're doing

Life is gone.
Living things being gone,
Lifeless things are no longer
Lifeless.
There is no lifeless.
Lifeless is gone.

I am dead.
Being dead, I do not think.
I think no longer,
"This is life, and
That is lifeless."
I think no longer,
"This is right, and
That is wrong."

Right is gone
and wrong is gone.

He is gone,
it is gone,
flailing is gone,
concept is gone,
tumbled is gone,
query is gone,
and leaf is gone.

This is gone.

The rock, on waking, yawns
and thinks no longer:
"I am gone."

Hail Mary, full of grace,
how many times more will I say this?
In my heart I know this action--
this speaking of human words,
decreed sacred by human words,
prescribed by a mortal human man
to me as penance for my
mortal human sins--
is, in a way, arbitrary.

Holy Mary, mother of God,
since when do these words
in this order
in this language
this number of times
save the human soul
from torment in the Lake of Fire?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
what does it mean to be blessed?

This is my first post here as new member. So i guess i better share something as greeting. It's a poem i wrote during winter last year. Well, not like i ever meet a single snow drop in my life, but maybe i just follow the flow.


( Into the snowy dawn )
Do comment on this piece. >.

As I reflected this morning...

The beauty of Christmas and its gentle tenderness has the power to bring both joy and tears... and yet as I look out the window and see God's grace and the splendor of snow, I can only respond in awe, joy, and tears.

It's still snowing! ... depending on what part of the state, folks got 12-24 inches...and Yes, I love the snow!

i came home to find her
on the kitchen floor

tweezers
an eye dropper
and some glue in hand
putting an egg
back together

i turn to droplets of solid rain and fall upon the face of the wind.

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Timur- a that Hop-o'-my-Thumb
--Did not trust in The Tangra- anger of Aggiyll-
--And Asparukh descendant Akhileos-
--and Anger such them-- Timur foresaw
-- But to meet Kristening peasants from them and Prince--

--It from Harvard or Prinston-
--And here arrived look-and
--The Tiger in a Zoo
--Inscription of Tigr-
--Taxists ithere here for the Street
--A Cat s steps Tcаis Yena-
--It looked in in his Glass-
--Not understood that its Head in in his Past'-
Timur in said tiy molodoy and in on Centimetres
8 Hands with Half

O GERMETISTE TRISMEGISTE MNE NE WSE ROWNO
hip hop

This is a whole poetry book, not long (so you can easily read it), but very very good.  I'm linking this book with permission; I thought I'd share it because GOOD poetry is hard to come by nowadays.  Please read and vote on this book of poems.  This is a very good writer trying to get back on her feet in the writer's world, and her work is truly good.

The book is called Unpainted Canvas.  It is a collection of verses.

( Click for links to more of Chanctetinyea's poetry )

a song I scribbled down this morning.

( Check it out )