Saturday, Nov. 3 — Write something risky. You know, that post you’ve always wanted to write but didn’t because you’re afraid of how your readers will react. You’re afraid of what your family and friends will think. Yes, that one. That’s the post you need to write and you need to write it right now.Continue reading “(ch)Risk day 3”
Category Archives: poetry
Looking In (sic) [my FIRST poem]
It seems like I have posted this previously…but I cannot locate it, so I am posting it again(?). This is the very first poem I ever wrote. I remember it vividly. I recall what house and what room I was in…I typed this on a TYPEWRITER! I failed to date the poem, but I amContinue reading “Looking In (sic) [my FIRST poem]”
8|16|00
LIES RUSH OVER ME THE COLDNESS STEALS MY BREATH THE ACID BURNS my heart in the pit of my stomach my pulse races almost as if in a rhythmic pattern my body trembles head to toe can’t control my limbs feel like I’m watching from afar out of body experience frigid insides the sound ofContinue reading “8|16|00”
6|12|00
(again, I never thought I could feel so strongly for another man in my entire life. I was even honest with the New Yorker, and told him that Pooky was going to be imprinted on my heart forever. I had no idea I could feel this way again…until Mr. Big) Am I in love withContinue reading “6|12|00”
5|14|00 (4Pooky)
NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE [not so] INNOCENT : ) I wrote this for Pooky almost 15 years ago…these words are so true for the newest (and FINAL romantic) heartache in my life. (Mr. Big) I will always love my best friend (from years ago), Pooky. Many of the things I say aboutContinue reading “5|14|00 (4Pooky)”
4|14|01
And it’s the last thing I wanted to say the only thing I knew to do. Why didn’t you stop me? God how I believed in you. I think you’re lying to yourself trying to make your feelings true.
3|6|01
My first TRUE love. That is a lot of the reason that I am going to share things I wrote so long ago. It helps me to understand myself…and in a way, it frees me (if that makes ANY sense). Again, I am not pining over Pooky or wanting him back in my life romanticallyContinue reading “3|6|01”
January 28, 2001
“I’M NOT SAYIN’ THERE WAS (sic) NOTHING WRONG, (sic) I JUST DIDN’T THINK YOU’D EVER GET TIRED OF ME.” I JUST DID’NT (sic) WANNA LET YOU GET AWAY (from me) I’m so unsure, my feelings are real. It’s driving me crazy constantly wondering how do you feel? about me, about us My worries, are theyContinue reading “January 28, 2001”
November 24, 2000
Sometimes I wonder Are they right? Is the hand I hold the one that holds me down? They don’t know you. Do I really know me? I see forever with you, But I’m not sure of the forever I once dreamed of. Could it be jealousy ignorance or pure honesty Why do I care I’mContinue reading “November 24, 2000”
LOOKING IN
This is the first poem I wrote; I wrote it on a typewriter. It doesn’t have a date; but I can envision myself typing it and where I was. I would say that this was written in 1996 or 1997 (I was 16 or 17 years old). Of course, that is merely a guess…it isContinue reading “LOOKING IN”
