Poetry

It takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it’s not for everybody either to write it or even to read it.
Charles Bukowski

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That Will Do

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

you lie yes lie in a bed you shared with her she is gone I lay yes lay in the bed that never felt your skin and who suffers more I wait for eternities while you be ‘left alone’ never admitting that you need me find a new ‘that will do’ so you don’t have [...]

Stupid Thick

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

you ripped the blinders off the side of my head sliced my arms with razor blade words of farce was so low down when you found me built me up, only to tear me down apart and I let you in, willingly and you lied to me, truthfully pretty words, lullabies, whispered fabrications I ate [...]

it was all lies you told me

Monday, February 11th, 2008

you will be my slow demise death to creativity, open wide no longer high on emotional downs set me free, make me drown twist my words to make you say deeper hallow the sounds that stray empty sentence with meanings lack threats go round, to turn your back lonesome girl, electronic box light searching for [...]

An Ocean of Never

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

It no longer matters your smile breaks too much of me your words do not send me flying I retreat, blow out the torch I never held for you drown it with an ocean of never It no longer matters that I would, if you would let me but you don’t, so I press on [...]

Hollywood Boulevard

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

September 2000 I could be imagining it but the vibe dropped when I walked into the room four different people who hold so much disdain towards one person there are only two who deserver my sweet glance I shouldn’t say that everyone deservers love my breathing labored when I view faces to hear her voice [...]

Cellophane

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

You are such a affluent liar spoke to me in the beginning of the skills you posses, liars club president I thought it charming that you would be so honest of your faults and aptitude in trickery I’ve seen you spit them seen you get excited over me spitting them too so why why should [...]

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

http://noelove.com/painful.html Ended on Finally

Fairy Tale Road Map

Sunday, February 24th, 2002

lame how I feel for you stupid can’t write about it as usual with you she this girl with you taking away you wanna fight and scream at her and you only friends states you you yell you cry lies all lies if she becomes important to you I become less because I love you [...]

uhuh.

Saturday, December 29th, 2001

hurts does it not for you love me though cannot have me guilty you feel for your lips parting runs deep runs through you hurts that I speak of another though your “when, not if” in not correct you jaded me to his kind jaded me that love is blind love learn about you and [...]

Day Dreaming

Wednesday, December 26th, 2001

a figment you are of this wild imagination one that has created a gamut of poetry and thoughts that others perceive as their own what a site you are what a beauty you happen to be in my mind so real I feel you so concrete that I can feel you holding me and the [...]

Wish

Wednesday, December 19th, 2001

I had something to say for once my words are struggling up the hill of my throat to come out tripping over my fingertips splashing down onto the keyboard love you that’s about it though you won’t see this I still put it out there I wonder if I will stop wonder if I will [...]

The Fight With Counting Sheep

Monday, December 17th, 2001

you tried so hard tonight to not call to not fall into that trap of wondering where I was at who I was with and the fun I was having turned off the device that connects us to on another strange noises outside my window make me think it’s you sleep my head and I [...]

slayer

Saturday, November 24th, 2001

the words you write are no longer just for my eyes to see that my bed will not be warmed by your body temperature that I will no longer have your heart in my hand be free I will go on with self and learning and painful to think that something so wonderful has to [...]

To Slay A Dragon

Wednesday, November 21st, 2001

I wonder what it is that she is the faceless wonder who is smitten by him my intuition which I wish would run off at times tunes me into her thoughts after reading words meant for his eyes on how he makes her smile I grow wearier yet keep it all inside as to not [...]

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Wednesday, November 21st, 2001

the tilde is a strange little punctuation it floats above a letter just as I float above you maybe I should change my name to it and then it would be more common to be near you like when you write in Spanish and here I come because I need to be there and you [...]

an ode to four forty one in the morning

Tuesday, November 20th, 2001

it sucks when you are cold in bed your thoughts don’t keep warm your head he is out you can’t ask where love my friends is never fair.

Supper Time

Monday, November 19th, 2001

it is though I have made a huge meal and no one came to dinner.

And…..

Monday, November 19th, 2001

the tears stream with no end you call to ask if I am doing alright when it used to be you’d call to say I love you I know I will heal with father time holding my hand but for now I lay bleeding on the floor the knife wedged so deeply in my heart [...]

Talking to myself

Monday, November 19th, 2001

there will be times when the emotion is so overpowering that I say out loud stop it please keep quite I do not want the red eye look so I force myself to smile and go about what I was doing before lying to myself that I am alright.

The Way

Friday, November 16th, 2001

the way to mend a broken heart is to keep busy so I dust and clean my desk and laundry is a lot more fun today yes I say I will be alright eventually though doctors orders order me to stay inside I want to ride away on my horse to keep my head full [...]

Resolution

Thursday, November 15th, 2001

what to do little heart what to feel next little brain says move on you know what is best little heart says it’s love that is seeping inside me little brain shouts back NO! NO ! leave it be no good he does us as a unit of whole I must go now both are [...]

Jaded Suite Me Fine

Monday, September 10th, 2001

it is not you it is me it is the fact that I am losing this battle with expectations I thought to trust and look….there is the green of jade I should of stayed comfortable in it and not thought, then expectation would not have moved in the green is warm at times I brushed [...]

I Won’t Fear Love

Saturday, July 28th, 2001

hard at times to see you like that happy letting another speak to you in a way that makes you smile I am jealous true but I will either learn patience or learn not to love you.

Dumbfounded

Friday, July 13th, 2001

I could of walked home timid as I write it for I do not want him to see my frustration when he comes down on me not air blowing but fire bright not once before has a fire burned out my light.

Calendar

Wednesday, July 11th, 2001

now he’s gone to heaven with an Angela and when he describes her she is exactly like me we clicked says he she dances and eats and is funny and sweet well muther fucker who could that be who has been that way with you for years now who has loved you for years now? [...]

Architecture

Tuesday, July 10th, 2001

I am not hungry I think I’m feeling your unhappiness churning in my tummy because we were one for awhile I still feel you when I need you you shy away when you need me I am far away middle ground breaking ceremony we need to have.

Career

Tuesday, July 10th, 2001

I worked so hard for so long because nothing had ever worked before none had lasted I so desperately wanted us to and since that desperation for the need of constant took over the desperate need of me, I stayed and laid longer than I was good for.

Doubt Attacks Without Warning!

Sunday, June 10th, 2001

Why am I feeling sorry for my self when earlier I had all the confidence chips in my bucket

Truth (finally)

Saturday, May 19th, 2001

there are so many poems were I had lied told the untruth that when we would fuck & I would cry that it was my passion for you coming out that it was so great I was moved to tears what a lie what a lie it was true sadness I felt with you inside [...]

Feeble

Friday, May 18th, 2001

damn the wind you blow Libra my ship sails so far my fire goes out like a light switch you click dark I am off when you speak a few words bring my crashing down jealous of me I think love unfortunate if we could find a medium we would be invincible you too weak [...]

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