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Devoid of Love [16 Jul 2005|10:51pm]

the night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies, devoured by madness.
all hope must surely perish.
your passion throbs no more. how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying, sanctuary.

Created with the Goth-o-Matic Poetry Generator
(5 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

Interesting perspectives on poetry [17 Jun 2005|10:18pm]

[ mood | working ]

I'm working on an essay for my online English class, and I've decided to analyze Louise Gluck's poem "The School Children" for this assignment. I was trying to find some background information on Gluck and her poem, so I would have some facts to base my interpretation on, and I came across this site that tears apart a couple of her poems. I thought the essay writer made some good points, and kind of put into words a few of the rather odd feelings I had gotten when I read Gluck's work. I like how the essay talked about trying to stay away from cliche phrases in poetry, something that I try to do in my writing. I thought this might spark some discussion, since we usually don't have a lot to say when critiquing each other's writing here.

(3 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

This one's a bit different from my last one. [14 Jun 2005|12:39am]


the water lifts you up making
it harder than you’d expect to drown
(but no one understands,
so we flail and swallow water
and allow ourselves to sink slowly)
it’s painful to watch and
hurts even more when we try to help

-K. 6/13/05
(1 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

seven kisses [13 Jun 2005|03:50pm]
the first kiss ever
was under peter's blanket in kindergarten at naptime
and we felt so adult in the dark

at fifteen
john and i were running in the rain
across campus and
laughingly we kissed
with water down our faces and in our hair

next year i would be kissing
his ex
my best friend's older sister
and that was it

i kissed my teacher at
and we kissed for a year aftwerwards
we kissed in coffee shops
and along the canal
and on his
vintage chopper the motorbike not the helicopter

last summer
tony and i kissed under
the moon and stars
in the taos valley when we ate peyote
and our tent was being kicked in by a donkey
we were so happy

in the snow
paul kissed me
in the wide fields
coming back from the skating rink
it was pitch black

the seventh hasn't happened yet
and it won't for a year or
more if at all
but when it does
i won't be saying anything
because that remains between
you and me
(1 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

Catch-22 [11 Jun 2005|01:20am]

it’s all right
i’m not okay
quit the fight

skipping thoughts
like scratched CDs
madness bought
with expertise

sold out
rode out
(gone forever)

kicked out
thrown out
(not together)

run the maze
live in your life
end your days
regret your strife

speak the word
that anger wrote
sentiment’s unheard
musical note
(2 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

[10 Jun 2005|08:29pm]
i have been given in this life
too much and too many to love and I suppose

that is a blessing I may make
no choices in this matter and that is
a floating surreality in this reality

you have made my decision clear and
i lean towards your light as a friend and

a student I have gathered much from you
i can only hope that maybe is the same

if only I could step into a dream I would
see your face close to mine and I could breathe
your enlightened air as others have

done in worlds past to change the tide with
the parting of your lips as you speak

lesson to lesson and I have begun to

understand the beauty of

i don't know if i like the ending...please help me before i send it in to my editors!!!
(3 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

[14 Mar 2005|05:14pm]

eh...i wrote this yesterday when i was sitting on the riverwalk. its corny and its me jumping the gun, but fuck it--i thought i'd share it with you anyways.

When you play with fire you're bound to get burned
You think after all i've failed by now i would have learned
The water is beautiful and the sun beats down on my face
How i'd love to share it with her and make this our hiding place

There's no words I could say to change things now
You've changed your mind about me without explaining how
I gave you my best and I gave you my all
Yet you push me away after promising to be there.

The sun appears again at dusk to wave "goodbye!"
it's like a divine message saying "don't let her make you cry"
He wants the best for me and I want the best for her.
Perhaps i'll soak it in and learn the songs of the birds
I doubt they have hairache and pain
I doubt she really feels the same.

How lucky I felt to have her in my arms
A girl I longed for just asleep in my arms
And I stayed up all night just holding her tight
Everything seemed alright.
But when you play with fire you're bound to get burned.

kld 3/13/05
(Two roads diverged...)

You Poor Illuminati [07 Mar 2005|11:13pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

Forget responsibility,
Forgive control in time;
Forget that feeling's chemical
For nature's just divine.
Now Embrace Submission -
Ensure eternal worship won -
For in the savior's shadow
Lies your freedom from the Sun.

Remember vomiting in Athens?
Remind yourself of wicked range;
Remember standing on the bridge
For then real life was strange?
Now Embrace Submission -
Become your Burden's savage host -
For when you swear His absence,
He will want you with Him most.

You sang her southern summer's song,
You danced in evening's empty light;
You sang for her unendingly,
But never sang it right!
Now Embrace Submission -
Pretend that she will do the same -
And now your Heart is destined
To drive your hopeless head insane.

© 2005

(Two roads diverged...)

I am new [04 Mar 2005|02:50pm]

i just joined. here are a few i just wrote, last night

Christ would be crying

Christ would be crying
how could he stand the pain?
It would be worse then his crucifixion,
even worse then the pounding of stakes
through the bones of his hands and feet.
He would suffer the pain of millions
all hurt in his name.
Christ would be crying
and we would be turning away.

too much sugar and too much coffee

I wrote some bitter words just to taste them.
I had eaten too much sugar
and the coffee wasn't enough to balance it.
So I swallowed some bitter words
and stirred in too much self pity.
I tried to throw it up
by shoving a finger of self loathing
down my throat
but I couldn't get it down far enough
to trigger my gag reflex.
So now they are all
mixed together in my gut,
and the bitterness of the coffee
is sharpened against the words
while self pity makes the the sugar
sickeningly sweet and I think
I am going to throw up after all.
As I heave it all up into the basin
of my toilet, I think I see
the kernel of some long forgotten truth
floating in the water.
With a shrug of my shoulders,
I push down the metal handle,
sending it swirling
with all the rest
of the shit.

your's truly,
(1 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

[01 Mar 2005|04:48am]

This is my first bit here, I finally wrote something while laying in bed at night.

"You'd never guess the carpet was green
with sign of industry littering it
we're long overdue for an overhaul"

I'm disgusted with the repetition of
little bitch high schoolers pouring
over words
repeated over and over again
by supposed inspirationals
repeating the same ideas and
stories over and over again
filling the voids with rich-less words that add
to a bland
white-washed society

The revolution of your
dreams will never happen
because you lack the bleeding insides and cerebral currents
to face what they have to throw at you
or even see it coming

politics will continue
trees will die
we're all too complacent and determined
working so hard
and changing everything
to keep everything
the same.
(4 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

Concrete Rose [10 Feb 2005|08:55am]

Concrete Rose

Out of the ashes there arose
Of unmentionable beauty, a rose
That experienced such adversity
And here is the story

Looking out on life
Everything seemed right
But there came that fateful day
When things change, as well as the way

Battered and bruised
For what was deemed true
There was no more right
From that day on in her eye

Everything she ever held dear
Eventually in her eye made a tear
No longer wanting to see another day
For she believed no good would come her way

People are here to hurt
Then later desert
Was her mind set then
But all that changed with a friend

That one day changed her life
She no longer saw darkness but light
Once dead but now alive
Now can see and no longer blind

Sprouting from concrete
Surrounded with debris
Came a rose
Out of the ashes, she arose

Scarred by the past,
Bruised from her last
attempts of something deadly,
Wounded by people being worldly

Emerged from the grave
In victory, her hands she did raise
Though scarred by the enemy
Now she is a thing of beauty
(Two roads diverged...)

escape for the weary [15 Jan 2005|11:33pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

the midnight train to
nowhere comes
lost and lonely
beckoning to me
i'd love to board
but i'm shackled
to a fleeting dream

(3 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

First Intercourse [13 Jan 2005|02:51pm]

[ mood | bouncy ]

What I really want to do
Is what I just done -
Over and over again.

© West Point, Jan 05

(1 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

new poem [11 Jan 2005|01:56pm]

[ mood | creative ]

Columbus Simulacrum

Midnight past
my lover quiet sleeps,
and I dare not wake her –

for dark these hours be
when ghosts and demons wake
the children being free:

the one hitters
and junkies in her womb.

Oh her belly groans
when they fill her lungs with vomit
and smoke pours out her mouth.
What’s written on her bones:

boycott corporate america
might as well.

Her undergarments
are soiled filthy rags
eaten away by rats –
her breasts and stomach sag.

Midnight past
my lover quiet sleeps,
and I dare not wake her anymore.

© Valley, January 2005

(1 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

haiku [10 Jan 2005|01:01pm]

[ mood | cheerful ]

orange morning sky...
night's cold blanket
slowly disappears

© Valley, January 05

(Two roads diverged...)

don't know what to say [09 Jan 2005|05:01pm]

[ mood | contemplative ]

Immanuel…The Highway Robbery

This could go on forever:
bright red strobe light
exploding between cracks
in the pine tree mural
by the road –
and I roll along
on the painted barcode,
absorbed in God’s infra-red eye.

But this can’t go on forever.

© Copyright 2005, GA Highway 103

(2 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

[29 Dec 2004|02:15pm]

"Twilight in Yonder Fields"

T'was dusk time in yonder field
When my eyes did see this faery child
Which led my pace in some soft race
To know her heart so wild

And in her hand there was a shield
She casts away in such grace
So there before her I did yield
To see her gown of lace

What intimacy is this, so tender and mild
That brings me to this forest new
To touch and soothe her lovely face
And gaze upon eyes so blue

O, Dear Lover, my heart I wield
To ride by your eve-long chase
'Tis not a better hand to deal
For as your lips I taste

Now ask not why I choose to stay
Into night, from every day
(Two roads diverged...)

New Poem [25 Dec 2004|02:54pm]

[ mood | horny ]


He’d sit and smoke his cigarette
He’d sit
And smoke the jones out of it.

Spongy lungs drenching in its voodoo
And burning as all the suns of New Mexico
Have scorched the dry plains of my imagination.

And the smoke jonesed out his mouth
In a dull stream,
A dull haze sat around us –
He left
And the haze left too.
And left us all to fate

And you stood there and recalled
In the cool night air
A dull haze was around us.

©West Point, December 2004

(Two roads diverged...)

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This is not really meant to be gay (believe it or not) :p [22 Dec 2004|11:31pm]

[ mood | artistic ]

A Man’s Love Found
/ Experiments pt. 1

The man returned home
with his companion,
who did the talking for the pair
and later on would take control

(to which our man learned
to give in through love)

And ritual was worshiped
before consummation
of glory in and of itself.

The shaft was firm in tender hand,
Love’s lighting streaming from it
as a glow of Light –
China White’s pale moon –
with electricity.

Halo Theory
/ Experiments pt. 2

Under a heavier influence
Time and being and matter
Become measurable in the distance
between our reality
and another reality in time.

In this distance
Energy encircles us
In otherworldly glow –

This is the aura of writ.

© West Point, December 2004

(2 took the one less travelled by | Two roads diverged...)

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