Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A typical poem
On an ordinary day
A grey, cloudy sky
One car drives by
A solitary procession
We all die alone

Monday, November 29, 2010

To all the boys and girls
Who listened to a recruiters lies
And signed on the dotted line.
To my best friend, sleeping in 
Closets, standing up, at night,
Waking with terrifying screams.
To the men and women raped
For not being who they are
Because they may not be who they are.
To those who were hazed.
To the victims of trigger happy gunners.
To the humans ridiculed and dehumanized
At Abu Ghraib.
To the homeless men and women, 
Who for their service, 
Didn't receive honor and glory and GI benefits, 
But alcoholism, mental illness, and a society
That can't possibly understand the 
Memories they can't get past.  
To every precious soul
Used up, destroyed, demented, and left to die.
To those forced to reckon with every day, 
The things they were forced to do, 
The things they had to watch. 
To those who naively believed 
It was in the name of freedom.
To those who saw a chance for personal hope, 
To climb out of a life they knew,
Only to find more pain and destruction in the lies.
To those who know the lies, 
And the truth, 
And are obligated to propagate the former.
To those who search endlessly within themselves,
To find honor in dishonorable actions.  
To those who lie awake at night.
To those whose wives and children leave, 
Because they don't know how to handle it all.
To the wives and husbands,
Waiting for phone calls, 
Or video chats, or a letter in the mail.
To those with folded flags on the mantle. 
To those with no legs or missing fingers or eyes.
To those who spilled their blood all over foreign grounds.
Was it worth the price?

Friday, November 26, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

She wouldn't leave me alone
But I refuse to turn off my phone
Her idle chatter,
Driving me mad
Saying so much,
So little of it matters

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I stopped to get directions,
I'd found I'd lost my way
Tread wearing thin
Gas running low
Pick up a map,
None of them show
Where to go
I keep taking turns
Because no one seems to know
Cars collided early
On the highway
And I can't help but think
The next one will be me
Take it fast, take it slow
Enjoy the scenes
Because you never know
Which mile will be your last
On this mysterious road.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Her skinny wrists,
Bleach blonde hair,
Tired baggy eyes,
Led me to assume
There wasn't much inside
Some of us go a little faster
On our way to die

Friday, November 19, 2010

Her eyelids sank over her
Irises one last time
She breathed in slow and deep
Through her nose
Her chest rose like the
Sun in the east.
She was adrift in slumber
Long before me. 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Walking around barefoot
And tiptoed,
Careful not to make a sound
Or step on the broken glass
Laying around.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hands like silk
At rest in mine
Gentle like a newborns
Perfect sensations
Flowing like a brisk stream
Easing my heart and mind

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Her eyes were marbles
In a silly child's game
Loose, they rolled in their sockets
Cold and hard,
Lacking purpose
Beautiful, nonetheless
But they couldn't hold me
Even for a moment

Monday, November 15, 2010

Open your eyes
Because it's no disguise
Open your mind
I promise it won't hurt
Ease your grip
And let go
Enjoy the natural flow  

Friday, November 12, 2010

This feels more like home
With each new day
A brighter tomorrow
Lighter today
Beauty spewing like lava
In little droplets
Nearly everyday
The air on the streets
Is rich and sweet
Full of happy and friendly
A place to grow
To begin to learn to know.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

My mind roams
Like the traveling gnome
Becoming derelict
That's how you depict it
Wrapping me in confusion
Caused by your delusions

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

New girlfriend
New songs
Ones you won't
Be able to listen to
Again for at least
A solid year
After you break up
And fall apart
Without her memory
Flooding you with
Every single note

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

There was a farmer
He had a dog
But his name wasn't Bingo
He had a tree
With branches which
Made no fruit,
Yellowed leaves
Cancered leaves
So he stripped the branches,
Pruning the tree
He piled the branches high
Then lit them on fire,
Flames jumping miles
In a late October sky
The fingers snapped and crackled
As combustion consumed her
Feigning life.
He started back
Barn behind
Farmhouse ahead
Tree out of mind,
It stood naked
And shriveled
Flapping loosely in
A meager wind
Rotting from the inside out.  

Monday, November 8, 2010

What's the price
Of living a lie?
Should it be less
Than uncomfortable truth?
Whispers and awkward stares
Words shooting venom
Jaws clamping down
Devouring lifeless prey
Just another day
Exposed and vulnerable
Targeted by predators
And the elements
Forfeiting protection
Sacrificing comfort
Burying honesty deep
Beneath a well of insanity
How many dollars and cents
Equate to denial of sense?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Yay! Day 3 Emily Walton



Dirty Knives
I stare out the kitchen window through strands of hair, mindlessly washing dishes.
The snowflakes fall on the naked trees.
I come to a sharp kitchen knife.
I now look down at it in my hand.
I touch it’s blade to my skin and imagine cutting under my vein and slicing up through.
I hear my kids’ voices.
My eyes are drawn back to the window.
I continue washing, watching the snow fall.

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24hr Happiness

What a day
A happy day
A day I’ve seen once before
I’ve never had a happy dream
Though this day felt like nothing more
The only thing I can not get
Is why it came
And where it went

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My Dogs

I had a dog
His name was Blue
He sometimes tinkled on my shoe
Then one day
I woke to see
That Blue had gone
He had left me
My daddy said he went away
He said he might come back some day

My mommy bought another dog
His name was Paul
He hopped around like a bouncy ball
Then I came home for my dad to say
Son, I’m sorry, but Paul has gone
He left, but might be back by dawn
I sat and waited, but the only sound
Was the pounding of my feet
Upon the cold, hard ground
I found a puppy by my school
I took him home and named him Fred
He liked to run and jump all day
‘Till Daddy said he didn’t stay
I wondered why my dogs did leave
I wondered how they got away
My dad stayed home all through the day

I took my bat and found a ball
In my search for a glove, went down the hall
Down to the basement where the darkness floods
I turned on the lights and stepped in blood
To the wall I looked to see
My daddy had been tricking me
All three of my dogs I did find
Neatly stacked and in a bind
I walked to them
Their throats were slit
I pet Paul’s head
And then I split
Each morning
I would bring them food
I sang them songs
And went to school

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

More from Emily Walton


One 
My passion for you
flows from me
Shoots from my finger tips
in waves of red-orange heat
My breathing grows heavy
Thinking of your ocean eyes
The long awaited kiss at the end of the day
Running my fingers down your decorated skin
Your hand in my hair
My eyes close as I melt in your arms
Waves of movement flow through my body
Your warmth on mine
Our love divine
A single body of energy
An explosion of color
My love grows
A constant
As the ticking of time
Even in death we shall not part
For you I am
As you for me
Together as one
For all eternity

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You and Me
Every since I've known you
I've been in love with you
I can't sleep
For the longing
To be close to you
Breathing quickens
At the thought of you
Stomach explodes
An orgasmic flutter
At the sound of your voice
Your eyes shine
As they look into mine
In my mind
Bodies entwined
Sweat dripping
Time stops ticking
Your hand in mine
I look to the sky
At this moment I could die
It was meant to be
You and me

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Monday, November 1, 2010

Featured Poet of the Month (November 2010): Emily Walton

The featured writer for the month of November is Emily Walton.  Emily is a wife and mother of three, residing in Broome County, NY.  Be sure to check in regularly this week to sample a bit of Emily's work.  You won't regret it!  



Distortedly Conscious

Your computer's not fully protected. nor my heart, my dear.
I sit and draw
On you, my dear
I sit and think, of you my dear
I draw my mind
Pours from my hand
Blackened with ink
From you, my dear
I believed you
I wanted to
Makes no sense to you, my dear
Needn't sense to make
To you I do not speak
I speak to those whose whispers I hear
Who don't exist but in my head
Who don't have ears to hear, my dear
I wanted to believe you care
I wanted to believe there was something deeper
Not just words
But only words is all you speak
My emotions took over
As often they do
Clouding, distorting, confusing fantasy with reality
I come back
Back to me
Back to this
Here without you
Forever without you

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We Move
Just as soft as your skin
Just as sweet as your scent
As tender as your touch
Sending tingles down my spine
Just as smooth as your words
We move
Together we sway
Slow motion
As trees in the wind
Ribbons of h
eat
Our bodies meet
Rhythms combine
In this moment
I am yours
And you are mine
The world fades
I see only you
I only wonder
Do you see me too


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