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As a ministry
I was forced to grow new wings...

But then,
One tender twilight (rapid towards evening)
I was no longer a vice.
Just a simple being
without dysfunction and torment.

We snuck away
void of the trite that governed our days
- a pleasant release.
I, a skeleton (now), thinning by
the hour
as they are spent too far apart

I, remaining contained
you, persisting at your craft.

As you obscured the camera
we kissed. I made sure of it.

This is what happens when one mouth
opens
itself to another:
1. The universe expands to let all intensities of light in.
2. At least one heart dives head fir

busdust animals
loll and swirl against
fake forest leather

peering
(around sable beaststrands,
sun-sullied to pyrite)
at a garbled missive

scratched and misconstrued,
its stories unvoiced-

"warm is uncomfortable;
cold is far worse."

they made us read kafka

they made us read kafka
without preamble or warning
or so much as a breath in the direction of a foreward
no prologue
no anatomy of a cockroach
they made us read kafka
and in my final essay, I swore that he was a crazy nut
who slept outside in a cardboard box
underneath the 110 freeway
in downtown Los Angeles with the rest of his
former existentialists
who turned men into insects
and arrested innocents.
they made us read kafka
and wrestle with his unfinished stories,
essays
novels
social commentary...
graduated, resigned, bitter
we left kafka and all that behind
with the half-assed essays of high school honors english

She Puts the Weights

She Puts the Weights

She is hosting a party; I drift, incongruous,
anchored arm in arm,
as tides of unknown faces
flow around, eager and pale.
The scene greys and ripples
in ominous disquiet, my eyes glass
and soon I breathe solidity – weighted,
bottomed, I rest.

*

I sit alone, surrounded by still air,
let thoughts step careful, balance,
see plain skies spread, multiply to distance,
see ground sink out beneath, accelerate, then tumble,
scenes swirl, shoes trip and breath catches —
but she holds me close, holds me firm.

*

That night we walk the riverfront
and watch the stars drown in reflection.

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leave no stone unturnedI steal, dream of ashes,
And taste mornings like gutters.
Where's the good in first light.
January further and father
I curse, dream of ghosts,
And eat midnight teasings.

Their words slipped like his bones
To the ground.
But God is in the blood
And corridor floors.

Am I without a good fight remaining?
We go to sleep with our makers,
(By my side)
He is vacant
And I have no room to fill.

I reel, speak of ashes,

Slowly cut to bone.

nothing.

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fistful of fight

by ~NSH, Mar 3, 2006, 5:21:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Like fistfuls of red
Eaten alive
She borrowed knives from wolves
To accessorize with her own
Sheep’s clothing.

Sat on heights
Before I became wild fire…
                         But as I settled as ash...
There was no phoenix to
Fill my day.

I March,
(An army that reeked of February 2006)
Powerful guns that owned
                                    Men who had strength
That wasn’t their own.
…They were pumped with fear
                                      And brew
      That made them feel
         6
   inches harder.

Our master plan was
To escape to an island,
          Alone

And here I am;
Alone on an island,
With a War(I)saw from afar…

                      And a gun I withdraw
                              Which I sometimes call talk.

fistful of fightby ~NSH

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Allusions and wordplay make fistful of fight by *NSH a red hot winner. ( Suggested by `PinkyMcCoversong and Featured by `coshdaddy )

~otherdoors Feb 17, 2007

It's never the same without the spacing and typography. Here, you've got ambivalent phrasing all over the place that reads different if you just move around some punctuation. Very creative, startling imagery and excellent metaphor. Well done.

~NSH Feb 22, 2007

thank you so much thank you dear..

~HarlequinLover Apr 14, 2006

i like this.
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~NSH Apr 27, 2006

Thank you

~esopoemface Apr 14, 2006 Student Writer

poignant

~NSH Apr 27, 2006

Thank you so much

*innocent-rebel Apr 14, 2006 General Artist

wwo. thats a beautiful and emotional picture. i like it very much!

~NSH Apr 14, 2006

*LDFranklin Apr 14, 2006 Hobbyist Photographer

Awesome poem!!! Congrats on the DD!

~NSH Apr 14, 2006

Thank you

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