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warfare

After seeing how wrong they were their jaws dropped open in an attempt to retreat their remarks back into their mouths, while brave new words marched out waving a white flag of “i am so sorry”, but the damage was done….you can’t unexplode a bomb.

» Posted By drew On 10.16.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Today at a protest I met a homeless man who was in the Marines at the time of the Grenada invasion of 1983. He told me when 3 guys in his unit were killed that the plan for the next day was to raid a suspected Cuban / Fidel Castro loyalist part of the island and kill anything that moved, including women and children in retaliation. He detailed how he and two others shot out all the windows in a small house, then at once, threw grenades in each window, killing 2 parents and 6 children and went on to capture women and rape them in front of their husbands before killing them. I studied the Grenada invasion, the things he was saying were very accurate, I don’t think he was lying…his emotions sure suggested he wasn’t kidding.

» Posted By drew On 10.16.2011 @ 6:46 pm

scout

Scout the skies above
the largest cities
and you will find they
have no stars,
erased by the
blinding lights
of money pursuit
that pollutes everything,
even the darkness of
the Universe.

» Posted By drew On 10.14.2011 @ 5:48 pm

spring

The colors of Spring are breathtaking. New growth comes from every direction. New birth, smiling babies, chirping birds, what could be better? O yeah, Fall…WAAAAY better.

» Posted By Drew On 10.12.2011 @ 10:53 pm

mystery

still as steps
i lowered into nirvana
where meaning fled
to quick to follow,
into the hollows
of mystery.

» Posted By drew On 10.08.2011 @ 6:29 pm

prosperous

I’m going to pretend todays oneword prosperous is phosphorus. and i’m not going to wirte anything about it, instead i’ll scream it and shout it.

» Posted By drew On 10.07.2011 @ 12:18 pm

setting

I got kissclose in between the commas of her blink, stopping at the periods of her pupils to peer in, and watched them expand like the setting of night into the shadows of my head that tucked in her beauty before sleep.

» Posted By drew On 10.06.2011 @ 8:21 pm

I got kissclose, peering into her pupils, watching them expand like the setting of night into the shadows of my head that made its bed across her beauty.

» Posted By drew On 10.06.2011 @ 7:55 pm

morality

He was closest to her heart,
closer than the blood that
passed through it.
With him, her mortality
just a dream before
the wake of
moments that would
never die,
only fall asleep
in the intricate
borrows their bodies
would make.

» Posted By drew On 10.04.2011 @ 1:34 pm

He was closest to her heart,
closer than the blood that
passed through it.
With him, her mortality
just a dream before
the wake of
moments that would
never die,
only fall asleep
in the intricate
borrows their would make.

» Posted By drew On 10.04.2011 @ 1:32 pm

He was closest to her heart,
closer than the blood that
passed through it.
So close that mortality
fled from the
intricate borrows their
bodies would make
overlapping on
the wake of
moments that would
never die, only fall asleep
in the spaces between them.

» Posted By drew On 10.04.2011 @ 11:46 am

He was closest to her heart,
closer than the blood that
passed through it.
So close that mortality
fled from the
intricate borrows their
bodies would make
overlapping on
the wake of
immortal
moments.

» Posted By drew On 10.04.2011 @ 11:43 am

suppose

In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, before a chorus of stars
lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush us quite to listen
I suppose.

» Posted By drew On 10.03.2011 @ 12:25 pm

In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush
us quite to listen.

» Posted By drew On 10.03.2011 @ 12:18 pm

edge

poetry rested on the slopes
of her collarbones edge, its
pages flipping through the
wind of her exhale like my
fingers through her hair.

» Posted By drew On 10.03.2011 @ 9:25 am

poetry rested on the slopes
of her collarbones edge, its
pages flipping through the
wind of her exhale.

» Posted By drew On 10.03.2011 @ 9:15 am

I sat where the forest gathers at the shores with its branches bowing over the cliffs in prayer to the wind that carries my unheard echos of i’m sorry and forgive me over the waves were i drop my letters to you that no one will ever read, watching them slowly sink and drown as i did.

» Posted By drew On 10.02.2011 @ 12:31 pm

braid

Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where shattered heartifacts lay,
stabbing the ground of my past.

» Posted By drew On 10.02.2011 @ 8:53 am

Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braided footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass that
cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where artifacts of shattered hearts
stab the ground of my past.

» Posted By drew On 10.02.2011 @ 8:45 am

Through the passing
of years all things fall apart.
I always braid footpaths with
the loosening ends of our memories
that fray into fields of tall grass
that cover over the ruin grounds of our love,
where artifacts of shattered hearts
stab the ground of my past.

» Posted By drew On 10.02.2011 @ 8:42 am

Through the passing of years all things fall apart. I always braid footpaths with loosening ends of our memories that fray into fields of tall grass covering over the ruin grounds of our love, where artifacts of shattered hearts stab the ground of my mind.

» Posted By drew On 10.02.2011 @ 8:31 am

Falling
l
e
a
ves braid through the wind,
weaving around
one another,
trying to tie the air in a
complex
knot.

» Posted By drew On 10.01.2011 @ 1:43 pm

romantic

his romance roams
meadows blossoming
across her linger.

» Posted By drew On 09.30.2011 @ 9:05 pm

As Scott looks toward the bright earth suspended above their horizon, he is aware of a gentle reflected light that outlines their figures. The broad Atlantic Ocean is stippled by light patches, these must be large areas covered by clouds. Could that tiny white dot above the earth be the space research satellite? It’s hard to tell. But the backlighting on Hella’s breast that stops just above the nipple is beautiful.

» Posted By drew On 09.30.2011 @ 5:56 pm

half

half and half creamer. half black and white, just like me. only halfway sure of myself. halfway wanting him, but halfway knowing that it will never. How he smeels like soap. how he never talks to me. how i literally just ate everything in my kitchen because im such a fatass. how im jusst nit sure about anything. ho i halfway just want my parents to get a divorce and be done with it, and then the selfish part of it that wants to just stay here in this limbo where everyone hates eachother buut we somehow manage tp dwell in this same hell house. but ill stay here for three more years if i can, i dont want to move, illl take misery at home for hapiness everywhere else. or almost happiness, theres always the stuff at the back of my mind.

» Posted By drew On 09.29.2011 @ 10:06 pm

Far in beyond
the good half
or the bad half
of our forests
thick is a clearing,
a silent space
at our center…
I will wait for you

there.

» Posted By drew On 09.29.2011 @ 12:40 pm

Far in beyond
the good half
or the bad half
of our forests thick
is clearing,
a silent space
at our center…
I will wait for you

there.

» Posted By drew On 09.29.2011 @ 12:38 pm

Far in beyond
the good half
or the bad half
of our forests
is a clearing,
silent at our center…
I will wait for you

there.

» Posted By drew On 09.29.2011 @ 12:27 pm

dense

After you I knew you weren’t coming back, a cold wind came from the far off distance I seen you in through your eyes and for months in blew aimless from room to room like dust, eventually collecting myself on the feet of your poetry that stood stacked in a corner, too dense with us to take by yourself.

» Posted By drew On 09.28.2011 @ 8:12 pm

pressed

i pressed submit

» Posted By drew On 09.25.2011 @ 1:17 pm

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