Galatea

First off, I wasn't exactly sure where to put here it is. I don't like to title things, so this'll probably end up without one. One more thing, if you're ...

Something stirring deep within Calling forth desire And I wander away Following some unknown call To an unknown land To an unknown man And an unknown heart Somewhere off in ...

More stream of conciousness poetry. This one is about a little town I visited in China this past summer. It made me sad. I'll translate the little bit at the ...

One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...

Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

Beautiful Li's husband was sent away to help build the Great Wall. She was hearbroken. Everyday she would climb to the top of a hill with her child in arms ...

sea of green and one lone grey building stands mute amongst the reeds lonely, broken, empty home free from the burden of a family, soulless and eternal lazy drifts by ...

The note rises from a place primeval, guttural, just below my Adam’s Apple. It mixes with that of my fellows to create one, low, pulse. The sound spins, sparkling and ...

He plays guitar Songs that speak to my soul Tug at the stiches Holding my heart together Eyes closed But smouldering Straining to sing truth He plays guitar Tenderly and ...

“Trust not him that hath once broken faith; he who betrayed thee once, will betray thee again.” You are (were) the One You materialized Something like a déjà vu dream ...

take great care with the landscaping, the cement steps and the oil-linked fences a careful leveling is occurring, a self-sustaining puppet, a billboard satellite state, one more paved-street america— toxic ...

peppermint whispers ‘please’ her eyes defiant I know she wants me the way she cocked her head licked her lips beckoned me to the stairwell her costume revealing just enough ...

I remember his nose I remember because we never spoke of it I can see it in my mind’s eye pictured perfectly I never saw his nose I never saw ...

he opened my eyes opened my thighs kissed me sucked my soul banished my fear bit my ear touched me ate me alive tore out my heart spread me apart ...

touching lips to ear i revel in the vastness of our closeness his voice dripping ambrosia aphrodisiac filling my soul drunk on his speaking i speak my own wine sparkling ...

[EDIT: fifth draft] i was thrust and the womb of the world opened up springing forth i rose dripping from this birthplace and opened my eyes i cry for comfort ...

Written at the Wizard's Chest (the greatest store in existence). Not profound, perhaps, but I like it. language of impossible machines the sound she flies like bliss to be truth, ...

he moves like a big river power and grace thundering down the mountain side (when I know more, he says I'll understand the metaphor) I can see it in his ...

Sure, it's lyric poetry, why not? ----- People oft grow together slowly, As trees reach across an old stone wall, Entangling roots and crossing slender branches Till one can barely ...

I tried to approach you with lunch, and you parried with a no. I thrust with a compliment, then you curtly snapped it down. I launched again whith a present, ...

A few thoughts on this poem. It's for my Dad's 49th birthday on Saturday. I like starting it in the middle of a thought, because that's how it came to ...

lately i cant seem to conjure a smile my graphite finger slips over mailla pages staining them grey grey that refuses to smile eyes sparkle calling wayward travelers to the ...

There are worser things in this world Little brother Than a sound inablility to do more than 2 things at once Worser things than falling to bits At the slightest ...

You send me snippets of little books of poetry oozing from that brilliant blue mind of yours words beyond their ...

It has it's problems, I want you guys to read it and fix them. This is my first in a loooong while, so go easy...but not too easy! I don't ...

Again with the Peter Pan metaphors. Oh well. Rip it to shreds. I want it fixed. ~~ Lost I wandered once the endless streets Empty eyed and soulless Broken-hearted Missing…something ...

Pretty a-typical for me, but I liked it. I've been on kind of an Eden kick lately. *~* Betwixt the perfect rows of ripe fruit trees God's first Children in ...

For those of you who don't know, slam poetry is poetry that is memerized and then performed before a panel of fellow poet-judges. Its really fun, and full of anger. ...

R RATED!!!! I have a secret. I have a secret and I'll share it with you. Some rights of passage are only worth the experience. This one though, this one ...

PART I translucent smoke lucid dreaming in red rose haze voices the colour of tinted glass and eyes that reflect light mirrors PART II I say to you With all ...

Welcome Home K. Davidson Backlit tableux. WOMAN 1 in chair, downstage right. WOMAN 2 laying on the floor, near WOMAN 1's feet. MAN stands far upstage center, his eyes on ...

Kill it. ~~~~~ Lights Girl stands alone. Up, she looks to a noise. No. Lights up. Boy stands with girl, center. He looks left, she looks right. They face one ...

I can't belive I'm posting this. For my final essay in class, I chose to create a mock correspondance in the style popular during the 18th century. In my letter, ...

echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world fake which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic stains ...

Just like NaNoWriMo, ScriptFrenzy is a month-long writing challenge, but instead of a novel, you write a script! 100 pages, 30 days. Check it out!

First poem after a long break. Be gentle, but firm. ** NOTE: THIS IS DRAFT 2! On the wall, two shadows stand staggered In the silence of the eleventh hour, ...

Okay, so, for starters, I never, ever write sonnets. Its just not my style. I love them, but writing them is not something I've ever been skilled at. That being ...

echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world fake which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic stains ...