These poems were N.O.T written by me. They were written by a friend of mine: Michelle Chevalier. And she's sort of incredibly talented, so please enjoy.
LOVE
Heart Hurts
Two Cold Hands
Squeeze
A Credit Card
not to be used
In Deep Freeze
And Still
I Claw
Impatiently
Fingers Bleed
An Endless
Unfulfilled
Need
STRANGERS
Signed Permission
Children Conditioned
To Fear THEM
A Smile Offered on a Tray
They'll stare blankly Away
It's best to Avoid THEM
Everywhere you Go
Careful - Someone Follows
Never Trust THEM
People are Unknown
Dangerous, Misunderstood - Clones.
Why is it a Wonder we feel so Alone?
WE ARE THEM...
My Year of Writing Dangerously
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.
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