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I am a writer - I may not do this for a living now, but I stil consider myself to be one. These are a few of the poems I have written, and though they may not be masterpieces in the likes of T.S. Eliot or John Donne, Robert Frost, or Emily Dickinson, they are mine, and remind me of the reason I love writing - to capture life eternally and skillfully on paper is an accomplishment and joy for me. |
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*All poems are copyrighted 2000 by me. Any attempt to take credit for any writings held within this site is an infrigement of that copyright. If you'd like to use any for any reason, please email me for permission. |
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Removing Days |
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I wrote this at the end of October, when autumn had finally finished its quiet arrival and had finally decided to take on, full force. It was inspired by sudden feelings that rushed forth in my brain in lengthy strides, when I remembered last autumn. |
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Louis Armstrong's Black River |
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Written 9/00, this dark, colorsplashed poem deals with the everyday risk we all take. Read it, and email me if you know what all this description means. This is certainly one of my best poems. *SPOILER* The poem is about driving. |
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Youth's End |
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No other picture has gotten to me as much as this one - the gore I can stand, but the fact that he is just a teenager is what makes this picture so sad. To think of the joy and blissful ignorance in being young and then seeing this picture really upsets me. WARNING: The page contains blood and death - do not enter if you are faint of heart or weak of stomach. |
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Jeff's Beauty |
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A poem I wrote about Jeffrey Dahmer, beautiful but sad who many people see as evil but I see as a beautiful, determined, and tragic man. |
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Please Come, Robert |
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My friend, Robert, took me to the awards ceremony I described above. I couldn't even tell my parents what the writings I won the awards for were about, let alone ask them to come along to the acceptance dinners. Robert, however, was more than glad to not only take me, but to come and support me as well. That's when I started to really fall for him. I still have a massive crush on him, but he says he's straight. Either way, I am glad we are friend and appreciate his acceptance of me. This is a poem I wrote describing how important he is to me. |
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My War |
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My best work. A poem I wrote about Robert, whom I have had a massive crush on for the past two years. It describes how frustrated I am about not being able to tell him exactly how I feel about him and having an on-going feeling of repression. Definitely my favorite piece. |
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Thank You |
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A piece about an employee who's been terminated -- the uncaring and unfeeling business and corporate world. One of my favorites. |
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Yes, I Am |
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I read this poem at an awards ceremony for an essay I had written on my coming out. I was then invited to a school to read it, and also won another contest with it. Not one of my favorites, but it definitely gave me a feel as to the kind of power and feelings writing can exert. |
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Drinking In Paramount |
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One of the worst and most memorable experiences while at work. My boss and I were working out on the road, and we got drunk. We started drinking at 8 AM; I had to take a cab home at 2 AM. I am not an alcoholic, by the way. I like some of the unsual imagery I incorporated in this one. |
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Those Nights |
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I spent the night over at my boyfriend (at the time) Joseph's house back in 1996. It was one of the most incredible times I've ever experienced. He was my first boyfriend, and probably the one with whom I was least compatible. But, he'll always remain in my memory, especially that night I spent with him and those many nights I spent without. |
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Our Game |
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I wrote this one when I'd had a few drinks -- I didn't write it for anyone in particular. I just think I was so frustrated with people who didn't know what they wanted and looked for approval and disapproval from others |
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The Sweetest Thing I Did |
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A nice little poem about selfishness and unappreciation of a person not seen very often. Definitely not the way I act, but how many others do. |
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Earthquake |
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Living in Los Angeles and experiencing the 1994 Northridge Quake, why not write about the kind of havoc wreaked when one hits? |
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*All poems are copyrighted 2000 by me. Any attempt to take credit for any writings held within this site is an infrigement of that copyright. If you'd like to use any for any reason, please email me for permission. |
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