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On Being An Intellectual [an original poem]

i wish i was a man
i wish i was a tall man
with sunken tired eyes
a thin long scarf
a suit
a pensive aloof gaze
and a book to read aloud
with a smooth deep voice and relaxed tones
would you listen to me then

♥ · ♥

i wish i was a man
with expensive shoes and tattered socks
my steps echoing on the sidewalk
passing shops
a light gray sky
the wind mussing my hair
would you watch me then

♥ · ♥

i wish i was a man
blue eyes
and scruff
long fingers not too fat
a secure stance
would you…


Personify the Depression

Free Verse

There’s blood
There’s blood everywhere!
I cry as I sit in darkness
in this despair
I am powerless
fighting to be in control
so desperately wishing I could lose control
I want to lose all control
run away so far away
your rules and your regulations
your peace and your structure
your laws and your business
your pseudo ethics
your fake love
your artificial kindness
your lazy intelligence
and your rash logic

I’m throwing in the towel
I am done
done with it all…

but no matter how far I run
you will find me
and control me
and my children
so I must find a way to destroy you.

The chair was blood stained

Free Verse

The chair was blood stained
Pieces of flesh stuck to the arms
Drip drip drip
Echoing through the room
The walls were rusted brown
Made of steel
Bolted together years ago
One light hanging from the middle of the ceiling
Its shade rusted as well, green and brown
The silence was piercing
The door was closed

The vastness of sorrow is not to be contemplated

Free Verse

The vastness of sorrow is not to be contemplated

I wore her ring
My finger, though young, has the wrinkles of time
I dressed in the color of night
My body weak from this life
I no longer care to feel this pain
I no longer care to feel anything at all

I remember her words
I forgot her actions
Those being the more painful of the two
I used to try to forget
After so many years of doing so
Now I struggle to remember

Prelude – Live Journal Post

This is from an old Live Journal post I did in High School. It’s a mixture of free thought exercises and a free verse poem.  I’ve trashed over 500 pages of written work that I did from the time I was 13 until about 23.  That’s ten years gone! But I try not to regret  my decision, it was a lesson learned as well as a symbolic expulsion of that difficult time in my life.  Here is one of the few surviving pieces of that time… Let me know what you think! ^_^


[26 Dec 2002|09:33am]

I ran as fast as I could. The cold, wet tears shedding from God (God: the entire embodiment of humanity, not a sole being, but a concept of unity and intuition; that which is of every mind, body, spirit and that of which we do not know of every human being that ever existed, does exist and will exist) sting my eyes and soak my garments making my speed slower as my weight becomes heavier. All I am aware of is my heart beating like a drum being hit by an ecstatic child. All I am aware of is the pounding of my heavy, wet, slippery footsteps. All I am aware of is my breathing, my panting, my vain attempt at attaining oxygen for my survival on this harsh, unfair planet.

I slipped half-way down the hill, my body tumbling down the brown, black, green mush which stained my clothes. I held onto my talisman as I fell in fear that this ancient relic would be lost to an ignoramus. My head hit hard on the ground making the already dark world dimmer. I could not see for what felt like five minutes. I know it could not have been that long for if it was, I would not be here reflecting on the event. I heard his angry voice. I rapidly rose off of the ground and continued running.

All of my current life was taken by my wanting of this. My wanting of what is happening now was all I ever dreamed about. Now that it has finally come to pass, all my thoughts are encompassed with regret. There is no comfort in thinking about the past or the future. I need to survive in order to suffer and fight that suffering in order to realize that all my choices were for the greater good…and bad. I know I play some role in this game. I want to do my job well, and if that requires pain then I shall do it. It is my destiny. I have not a choice in everything I do and I know exactly what must be done.

Lightning strikes. I hope it killed him. From this frightened valley I can see I am coming closer to the woods. I take one look back, he is only feet away from capturing me…