One Night
For just one whole night
I could say that I would give my sight
but then I would never see your pretty smile
I could say that I would give my hand
but without it I couldn't stroke your cheek
For just one whole night
I could offer up the world
but you would be gone with it
I could offer up every cent I ever earn
but then I'd have none left to buy a bigger bed
(so we both have room to sleep)
I could give up my life
For just one whole night
but if I did I'd lose a thousand more
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Full
My chest will fill
with comforting warmth.
My soul will swell
to a burning sun.
My arms will grip
for fear of a loss.
My life will end
when we both are old.
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SUGARLAANDDD!!!!!
Hello
A fairly simple word
A word to greet your friends
Your friends whom you love
You love to the end of your life
And life has satisfaction
the satisfaction of Hello
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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