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Depression: Fact vs. Fiction?
this is a first draft from today....any and all comments are appreciated
Fact vs. Fiction
"Depression: Fact vs. Fiction"
reads the subject line.
I've read it a dozen times.
Not the email,
the subject line.
Why I don't open it,
Why I can't open it
I do not know.
Am I afraid I'll
discover I am depressed?
Am I afraid I'll
find i'm just self-indulgent?
Am I afraid I'll
find neither.
No answers, only questions.
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDo you like "The Light"?
The light
I love it when
the light appears
at the end of
the tunnel.
sometimes it's
predictable
like the rising
of the sun.
other times,
abrupt
like a meteor
tearing across
the sky
at midnight
whichever,
deliberate or
spontaneous,
affords me
the light
to see my love.
1 AnswerPoetry1 decade agoAre there other redneck poets?
OK, here's something I wrote a couple years ago after a bad break up. Came across it today and thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy.
trailer park heart break
my heart is held together
by baling wire and duct tape.
rednecked to keep beating
but not in what i would call
one piece.
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhat do you think of "There is...."?
There is....
there is peace in
doing
what you should,
when you should.
there is fulfillment
in knowing
you've done the right thing
in spite of yourself.
no, i don't want
to do what is right.
no, i don't want
be be a good man.
i want to be selfish,
i want to be arrogant,
i want what i want
because i want it.
but i know,
i don't think,
i don't feel,
i know there is more
than just me.
there is goodness
there is justice
there is decency
that is only found beyond
my world,
beyond my rights.
and that joy
is sweetest when
it is freely given
when i don't
want to give it.
2 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoFirst Draft, let me know what you think?
I'm not happy w/the ending at this point, but like i said this is a first draft. all comments welcome.
The Second
Sitting here composing,
myself,
I realize
I love the second.
Though never as bountiful
As the first
Obviously,
It is more rapturous.
It is the focus,
The attention to
Every touch,
Every caress.
The sheer intensity it takes
To reach that point again
(and again?)
Yes, I love the second
Almost as much as I love
That you take me there.
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoI wonder if I'm the only one this happens to, "gone, just gone"?
Gone, just Gone
I once had
a great poem.
A beautiful sonnet
composed in
my head.
But when I
sat to write it out
the words were gone.
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoI would like to know if you like what "i like"?
I like
i like messy
sweaty, groaning,
moaning,
those moments that take
you right to the edge
and then make you
finish yourself.
make you fill
in the gaps.
or is it feel
in the gaps?
i like to be
thoroughly exhausted
and refreshed
at the same time.
i like to sit,
to lie, to relax
in the consciousness
of knowing i have
been taken to a place
few know and
fewer truly
appreciate.
that's what a good
poem does for me.
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDo you get words of the week?
A friend of mine e-mails me words of the week from her office. Today when I got them I decided to see if I could write a poem containing each of them. The following is the result. Hope you enjoy.
A Poem with Your Words
My excitement
palpable
A few days
w/o affectation
a few days
w/o delusion
my heart
enfolded
in your
enclosure
those outside
listen
envious
of our
hermetic whispers
1 AnswerPoetry1 decade agoPoem for my dad for Fathers Day?
I miss my Daddy
I miss my Daddy.
Not my father
he's still alive.
Not my Dad or Pops,
I play golf w/him
as often as possible
or watch football
with him on holidays.
I miss my Daddy.
The bold confidant
man I could turn to
when I was scared.
The man who had all
the answers,
even when he didn't.
The man who,
with a single look,
could tell me
everything was going
to be ok
or that I was in trouble.
The man i never understood
but always loved.
I miss my Daddy
2 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoHave you made your writing too difficult?
Come in, Sit, Relax
You've made your writing to difficult
i say to myself.
it's become a task,
an undertaking
a chore like paying the bills
or trimming your nose hair.
relax.
the words are your friends
the paper their home
into which you are
readily welcomed.
go, visit, relax
breathe in their scent
savor their offerings.
find the right words,
the right friends.
and when you find them
enjoy their company
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoAre moms taboo or can we write about them too?
Untitled Crazy Mom Poem
Your mom only acts sane
because her thinking is not cluttered
by this myth called love
that first screws with your heart
then your genitals
and finally your head.
(ofcourse sometimes the first
two are reversed)
regardless the point is
your mom, my mom
are as crazy as the rest of us.
1 AnswerPoetry1 decade agoWould this confession hold up in court, "I shot her"?
I shot her.
I walked in and
found her sitting there.
The way she always had.
Only today, I looked
at her with disgust.
She had changed.
At first it was slow,
A phrase here,
A gesture there.
Nothing I could even
put my finger on.
Only I could feel it.
I could feel her teeth
Eating my soul away,
Trying to change my values,
Trying to change my life.
Today, I couldn’t let that happen.
So I did it.
I reached in my drawer
And pulled out “Little Elvis”
The .25 caliber pistol
I keep for protection.
I felt my arm rise
But not the weight of the gun.
I heard the pop
But didn’t feel the recoil.
I saw the smoke
But couldn’t smell the powder.
Then I sat, confused,
Alone, terrified.
I did it.
I shot her.
I killed my effin’
Television.
6 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoThere are things "I wish"?
I wish
I wish
I were texting you
to tell you how my day is,
how much i loved
holding you last night.
How I can't wait to
come home to you,
to talk with you
in the kitchen
as we make dinner.
To go out on the patio
and talk over a glass of wine
as fireflies dance
in the waning light.
To lean over
and kiss you.
to lead you upstairs,
draw your bath,
wash your back,
watch you shave.
To help you
out of the tub
dry you off
not let you dress
Because I'm leading you
to our bed.
To lay you down,
kiss you from
head to toe,
make love like
this is our last night
and then wake with the dawn
to begin the perfect day
all over again.
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoHow many of us are "Dad's paying for his Mistakes"?
Dad's Paying for his Mistakes
I hate being alone
I hate feeling like…this.
I hate feeling like if I give
You the option you
Won’t want to see me.
You say that’s not it.
But the fact of the matter
Is given the option
You don’t come.
So I won’t make you.
I won’t make you spend time w/me.
You hate me when I do that.
And I would rather be alone
Than make you hate me
2 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDo you like "Good Poets"?
Good Poets
I hate good poets.
Always reminding me
Of what I cannot say.
I hate their metaphor
I hate their flair for words
Their turn of phrase.
I hate them reading my poems
Looking down upturned noses
With permanent sneers
Where their mouth should be
I wish just once
They would write something crappy.
Maybe then I could stomach them.
Lord Henry had it right
Good poets are boring
Slaves to their lexis.
Give me the bad ones
Ones with passion
Who rarely venture past love.
Those are the ones I like
The ones who aren’t afraid
To go out and live the life
They can not write.
2 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoAre you like me "Dumb Sometimes"?
Dumb Sometimes
I spend the lions share
of the morning on the phone
frustrated,
just this side of angry
because no one will,
can
answer my questions.
to me it's simple request
change the date,
change the amount,
you're my bank
you can do this.
no, i can't understand you.
will you let me finish?
i need to call who?
Fine, through gritted teeth.
leave a message
and you'll call me back when?
GREAT!
yeah, thanks for calling me back.
this is all i need.
oh, wait, i need to call who?
but i...i just talked to them
they said call you.
thanks for your help,
none of it.
check the website one more time
i don't think i clicked this tab.
oh...damn...is...this what i hope it is?
man, i am dumb sometimes.
2 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoSomething short hope you enjoy "And with"?
And with
and with a whisper i heard you shout to my heart.
and with a caress i felt you pull me towards you.
and with a smile you brightened all that had become darkened.
and with a kiss i became eternally yours.
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDare I ask the unaskable?
Alright, this question is race related so if you're easily offended please go away. Ok, for those of you who are still around and who are non-Native American, Indian, etc. I'm a Native American male and am just interested in perceptions. So, when you hear someone say they are Indian what is the 1st thing to come to your mind. Please be honest, even if it's unflattering. I'm a big boy, I can handle it. Besides that, I asked right?
11 AnswersOther - Social Science1 decade agoDo you like "Love on a Thursday Morning"?
Love on a Thursday Morning
Love on a Thursday morning
is a quick peck on the lips
as I get out of bed to brush
my teeth.
It is bringing you a cup of
coffee, just the way you like it,
to help you get warm and
get out of bed.
It is making sure the kids
have their backpacks, with their homework,
lunch money, coats and hats
as they head out the door.
Love on a Thursday morning
is boring, it's routine, it's mundane.
It's life. It's our essence.
It's who we are and what we do.
And it's one reason
why I love you.
7 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhat do you think "Right, Left and Indifferent"?
Right, Left and Indifferent
today i'm tired
i'm tired of the
reved up
souped up
sexed up
hooked up
pimped out
cookie cutter
plastic mold of life
i'm being sold.
i've eaten the
grilled chipotle
chicken caesar salad
of american life
and found it bland.
i've had my fill of
non-fat soy decaf
half milk
half foam lattes
and i'm neither awake
nor refreshed.
i've written
in starbucks
and not impressed anyone
let alone
myself.
my ipod plays
the right songs
as i watch myself
in the mirror
of the gym.
i look right
smell right
dress right
think right
still i'm left
left alone
left wanting
left empty
6 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago