     
Mikhael R
25/M/Boston
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 Polite
Mood: Thinking...
Posted on 2005-08-28 11:20:37
"He is so polite."-Yes, he always carries a biscuit for Cerberus and is so timid that he thinks everyone is Ceberus, even you and I."
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Poets to Come
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-08-07 20:55:49
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what i am for,
But you, a new brood, atheltic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts hisvface,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
Walt Whitman
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Poets to Come
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-08-07 20:52:07
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what i am for,
But you, a new brood, atheltic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts hisvface,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
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Untitled Entry
Mood: The Usual
Posted on 2005-07-31 18:07:56
"Live that thou mayest desire to live again-that is thy duty-for in any case thou wilt live again!"
Nietzsche: Eternal Recurrence
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Untitled Entry
Mood: Lazy
Posted on 2005-07-29 12:35:06
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
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Poems
Mood: Relaxing
Posted on 2005-05-24 16:12:15
"What She Wanted"
was my bones. As I gave them
to her one at a time she put
them in a bag from Saks.
As long as I didn't hesitate
she collected scapula and
vertebrae with a smile.
If I grew reluctant she pouted.
Then I would come across with
rib cage or pelvis.
Eventually I lay in a puddle
at her feet, only the boneless
penis waving like an anemone
"Look at yourself," she said.
You're disgusting."
-Ronald Koertge
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Untitled Entry
Mood: Relaxing
Posted on 2005-05-23 16:15:56
Poems I run across:
GOD SAYS YES TO ME
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nailpolish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God i said
And is it even okay if I dont paragraph my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what i'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
-Kaylin Haught
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