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...@ Glenmont

powerlessness on top of the stress
you ask why I wont fuss
within chaos has been found contentment
purging this poison is a must

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Introduction to mixedthoughtoetry Series

8/25/09

So, when I got on the train today I realized that I had finished the book I had been reading called the effects of light, by Miranda Beverly-Whittmore yesterday, and had brought along nothing new to read on my commute. But I always keep this little notebook on me. I never write in it, though because its used for random things like grocery lists and other randomness. It's like a pocket sized black and white notebook (you know-- the ones we had to use from kindergarten through like, third grade?) and I decided I'd just jot down a few thoughts. Lines are always coming to me, and most of the time I let them get away. But not today. Before I knew it, from the first train station to the last, I had written 13 mini poems. Pages small as sh*t, lol.

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Please enjoy the following mini-series of my thoughts. Its really only (roughly) an hour of my thoughts-- filtered. I like to call it... mixedthoughtoetry...


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Slipping

...the residue of fabrication...

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as the wind carried the dispelled remains of dandelions through my open window during the early morning hours
a new solitude was found in the peace of sleep though I dreamed of earthquakes and rows of toppled houses
I realized that they were knocked over, but it seemed as normal as a cloudy day is after a week of sun
only a split second existed between this acknowledgement and the instability of the structure in which I stood
its vibrations were like a morning erection attributed only to an urge to urinate;
that I was slipping away feet first through an open window as though I jumped from a tall rock at the side of the lake
I awakened to find a hollowness in my heart
realizing that I had lost something that I never really had

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Stagnant

a fist full of tears thrown at a mind full of fears

face wet at the prospect of the tears that are really years

I laugh inside my grief while I grieve within my laughter

I miss and I miss... so I act so indiff

I hide while I step away from the crowd

I speak in low tones because my voice is too loud

I am someone's daughter, but I am no one's child

So I will hide because I stand out from the crowd

And act indifferent, because I miss... miss so much

And I'll grieve within my laughter as I laugh within my grief

Wet faced at the prospect of the years that are represented by shed tears

For my mind full of fears is only worth a fist full of tears...


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