And Just as Doppler predicted with the
Coming of the storm
I was descended from the city
of the Christian dead
out of white flakes the night shaped
above winter’s head like a halo,
like I turned this city into a saint
when I dipped it’s head beneath the cold white paint
and they called me the intelligent snowman.

No I called me the intelligent snowman

Posted up on 115th outside the library
Where
The knowledge hits you in the face
Like a bitter cold wind singing winter’s old song
Where
Grades come back to haunt your head
Like a bitter old friend who thinks you did him wrong.

Haunting like night of the living GPA ghosts.
I faced the ash tray where fire-breathing kids
Dragged the stress out their cigs
and sucked in some more sips of their caffeinated roasts.
All outside a place they called “Butler.”

Yea I was lucky to never stand where the city plows go
But someone musta built me outta that shitty brown snow
Because as much as these kids like to squawk on the streets
Nobody’d have the decency to come talk to me.

As if the educated suddenly had nothing to speak on
As if they never cut their teeth on lively debates
And while my mind melts to waste with the sun’s conflagration
This congregation all acts like I got nothing to preach on.

Because I think
they think
they’re smarter than me.

Like nothing’s really under this top hat but snowballs.
I get low balled from my twigs to my mittens
All while I’ve got visions that these school pigeons ought to praise.
OOH YEA
Peep my frost cuz I’ve got thoughts for days
But not outlet --
So my mind sparks a blaze when I plug my
Ears in and pay attention to the streets.
I’ve got inventions for weeks but no patent pending
So my concoctions will be ending where the Spring makes it’s start.


At one point,
I engineered a device that can whisper the secret of life into your ear as long as you keep the battery charged.
An audio recording of the greatest manifesto ever written.
Billions of nano-parts moving in perfect synchronization to produce specific sound waves indicated by the file you select.
So that as soon as you press play and put the headphones in your ears
the first sentence reads off that IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH.
Everything else is subjective, but if you can remember that this world is not yours, you’re already halfway there.

Humanities people please don’t laugh at me --
Because next on my list is greek tragedies.
Let’s talk tragedy.
Let’s talk about how there are kids 10 blocks north in Harlem
Shoveling my cousins for cash with better entrepreneurial skills than you,
But how your circumstances will lead you towards a corner office, someday maybe CEO, while theirs will lead them towards little boxes six feet below.
This is called tragedy.
It’s Greek because there’s Hubris in the heart of these streets
That feeds off more than donated cans and coat drives
And until we can pierce it’s Achilles heel
We’ll always be on some kind of Odyssey --

Psychology. Know thyself
Biology. Know thine shell
Economics. Know monopolies.
Forget philosophies because monopolies rule this earth.
The single owner of the leathery hand
Palming this world like a skull in Shakespearian graveyard.

Our violence is monopolized.
So while they cry about the violent spirit of our lyrics
They substitute our license to create speech at will
With the license to teach kids to kill.
Because you get exactly 2 F words in a Hollywood film before it’s automatically rated R,
But all the guns and dead bodies you can fit on a PG13 screen.

Our addictions are monopolized.
We can drink ourselves to cirrhosis
Or smoke our lungs dry,
But God forbid
We put something up our noses.
God forbid we smoke a nug
From the tree of
Knowledge of Good and evil drugs.

Our medicines are monopolized.
So they won’t research drugs unless there is a wealthy target customer.
Hence Viagra.
Hence Cialis.
Hence Botox.
Hence no cure for AIDS.

Hence the allure of the stage
Because all I wanted to do was talk
But since you wouldn’t I had to get up here
And speak words that’ll float above your head like a halo
Like I turned this city into a saint
When I dipped it’s head beneath the cold white paint
and they called me the intelligent snowman.

Yeah, new. I'm even new to writing poems and I have only written four real poems. I'm not even sure if I can call them poems, but maybe they fall into that category, but here is one of my first creations. I'd love to get feedback!

( You're Deaf to My Calls )

confidence is just a lame foot
carved out of dreams
aided by a wall of callouses
and bulging calves
attached to thighs that can squat all your hopes
and a life of fuck ups
while firewalking

but hopes are cheap and deceptive
like beer for the health conscious
and fucking up is paid training
with a mouthful of steroids
and those coals on your toes
I see no smoke, no glow
nothing

confidence gets too much assistance to be so grand
it's small yes, and potent
but so small it might not even exist
and it's potency might be imagined too

confidence is just a god damn commercial
for the newest coke product
to dominate the demography
coke's peers all taste the same to me

I don't use confidence to get women
or make friends
or succeed
it's too easy, it's too phony
better to use it to flavor eggs in a strange new recipe
or to invent a philosophy
or to throw away everything you think you know
because you are confident it's not much

better to always seed a new life
than pretend the old one is perfect

confidence can paint over the ugly
or the mundane
but it's still the same old shit

confidence is an armor plate of unfeeling
unthinking - absence of measure
a no holds barred tea party
for the weak to pretend they are strong
and the srtong to laugh themselves silly
and the ghosts to create experiments
where everyone has a chance

ladies & gentlemen
confidence is not a quality
it's what we assign to letting go
of the weight we imagine
or don't imagine
that we carry
it's a trick
so we can lift our megatons of thought
or our puny aspirations
to wherever we imaging they should go

I opened the curtain and caught
her tap dancing in the shower
she grabbed a towel
to cover her shoes
all I could do was apologize
and pretend it never happened

This dog. I used to love this dog.
But now this dog is
a government agent.

I cannot trust this dog anymore.

If you are reading this,
you know who you are.
You know where I will go and why.

Together we will escape this world.

When the black sun rises we will say our final prayer.
We will splay our fingers upon the dusty ground
And wet the earth with our tears.
God, save us.
Our blind eyes will turn to one another,
Our brothers and sisters in every way.
We will cling to one another,
Fingernails digging into the flesh of our equally fallen brethren,
Mouths agape with soundless cries of terror
And regret.
As our senses fail and our ears go deaf
We will fall amid the frenzied wails of our families.
We will die in the desert,
The land full of sinners, and ourselves full of sin,
Throats warm with blood.

a list of worries
a way to rework the words
to say plainly
to hide equally
a replica more like my own
time on our hands its easy to waste
get out your sunday best
vicious heartwires
a reason to be dismissive

with eyes that don't betray you
won't betray you

new dresses attaching to the same old legs
shake them off
shake them off
once you had your fill
standing in aisles
just who am I kidding

was up to date
with the floorboards
carpet and tile

and I'm not in love
cold, numb
ashamed was looking for god
only to meet with people in the biblical sense
and I screamed and raged
sick on disillusionment
losing my voice
you did this
you did this
I did this.

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With New Years in the offing, it's an ideal time to reflect on past accomplishments, make peace with disappointments, and refocus the lens on future goals. This community welcomes you to create a bucket list of 101 things you plan to accomplish in the next 1,001 days. Offering support, guidance, and inspiration, this is a great way to jumpstart those pesky resolutions.

some things
never change
maybe we can
start all over again

maybe
maybe not

some people
never change
so maybe we can

maybe
maybe not

sometimes I feel so alone
that I would enjoy the company of a meteor
taking it's cosmic interest in my face

sometimes I feel so alone
that everyone I ever cared the least bit about
piled in at one mega party
is as appealing to me as counting moles
new and old
and it's not too different really

sometimes I feel like
crushing the life out of hope
for having ever fooled me
and burying it
in the back of a dump-truck
heading to a landfill in dimension zero

sometimes misery becomes so perfected
that nothing can stop it
and nothing can change it
but anything can start it

a friend of mine said I've perfected the art of misery
she really got it

sometimes there is no solution
we can only live with it
yeah, hopefully not forever
but right now hope is a straw
my fingers are oily
and I'm just going through some motions
my hands don't know what they're doing

Hiiii~

I'm eighteen and a Japanese major in college. I hope to become fluent someday and I also want to become fluent in Korean. I absolutely love anime, manga, video games (XBOX 360, DS, Wii, older systems, and I really want a PS3!), and Asian dramas, so if you are into those kind of fandoms, I'm sure we'll get along great! If you're not, that's cool too, as long as you're okay with mentions of them in my blog. :D.

I also have some not-so-geeky interests. I really like drawing, film, and music. Some of my favourite movies are Fight Club, Where the Wild Things Are, Party Monster, and But I'm a Cheerleader.

I'm homosexual and in a serious relationship. If you have a problem with that or are just looking for romance, look elsewhere~

I absolutely love etsy and buy handmade goods from there whenever I can afford it! I do most of my clothes shopping there as well. I collect plushes of random things like zombie bunnies and peanut butter jellyfishes.

If any of this interests you and you think we could be friends, add me! I realised today that a lot of my flist is made up of dead journals and people who hardly talk to me. Please only add me if you are actually going to make an attempt to be my friend! I've met some of my closest friends on communities like this, so hopefully someone awesome comes my way~ If you just want to have numbers on your list, just move on to the next person, but if you actually want to be friends with me, let's give it a try!

Life is gone.
Living things being gone,
Lifeless things are no longer
Lifeless.
There is no lifeless.
Lifeless is gone.

I am dead.
Being dead, I do not think.
I think no longer,
"This is life, and
That is lifeless."
I think no longer,
"This is right, and
That is wrong."

Right is gone
and wrong is gone.

He is gone,
it is gone,
flailing is gone,
concept is gone,
tumbled is gone,
query is gone,
and leaf is gone.

This is gone.

The rock, on waking, yawns
and thinks no longer:
"I am gone."

Hail Mary, full of grace,
how many times more will I say this?
In my heart I know this action--
this speaking of human words,
decreed sacred by human words,
prescribed by a mortal human man
to me as penance for my
mortal human sins--
is, in a way, arbitrary.

Holy Mary, mother of God,
since when do these words
in this order
in this language
this number of times
save the human soul
from torment in the Lake of Fire?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
what does it mean to be blessed?

This is my first post here as new member. So i guess i better share something as greeting. It's a poem i wrote during winter last year. Well, not like i ever meet a single snow drop in my life, but maybe i just follow the flow.


( Into the snowy dawn )
Do comment on this piece. >.

Hello! My name is Meghan. I’m a 22 year old girl from central PA. I’m going to college here in PA and I’m majoring in social work and minoring in history. I have four cats and I love them to death. I love anything that has to do with the paranormal. Especially aliens. I’m pretty cool to hang out with. Here are some of the things that I like:

-Lord of The Rings
-Harry Potter
-Invader Zim
-Star Trek
-Cats
-Ancient Rome
-Watching foreign movies
-Anything paranormal
-Abandoned buildings
-Meeting new people
-Making new friends
-Chatting with people

Some other ways to reach me are:

AIM: Odd Earth Girl
Yahoo: inwe_sindanarie
MSN: meghan723@gmail.com
ICQ: 385399090

I write in my journal everyday and I’m not afraid to leave comments either. Add me and you won’t be disappointed. Hope to hear from you all soon!

As I reflected this morning...

The beauty of Christmas and its gentle tenderness has the power to bring both joy and tears... and yet as I look out the window and see God's grace and the splendor of snow, I can only respond in awe, joy, and tears.

It's still snowing! ... depending on what part of the state, folks got 12-24 inches...and Yes, I love the snow!

i came home to find her
on the kitchen floor

tweezers
an eye dropper
and some glue in hand
putting an egg
back together