Written Whispers

Just something cute the cat wrote while sitting in my lap and borrowing my fingers.
Two Cat Agenda
they tumble and bounce
fumble and pounce
fur flies
tails held high
claws out
breath like trout
gnaw and bite
dance and fight
eat fur
then nap
and purr
- For Tommy and Gabe -
- … you little brats …-

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Wrote this on the way to work while I was trying to wake up. I kept having some train of thought or another and it kept going -poof!- … but even thought I kept losing my thoughts I knew I was losing them. I’d be sitting there going ‘now what was I thinking about…’ but [...]

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i carry a box of words in my pocket
neat and tidy in their square confinement
stirring like smoke in lightless corners
breathing deep the magic beyond the void
they question and crow at the nature of their pointed world
built within the tranquil delicacy of pen to page
strong as stone and more fragile than the spider’s web
clawing at [...]

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So, I’ve been trying to stay away from rhyming poetry as of late because I find it so easy to fall back on and because I often lose sight of my message till I’ve found ‘just’ the ‘right’ words- even though we should all know by now that the right words don’t exist. The art [...]

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Each poem a purple prayer,
Prayed through weeping lips,
Burning my tongue with sour hope,
Poisoned by the sweetest bliss.
~Spirit~
Breathe it through the ink.

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Taking some advice from my writerly buddy Jessie I’ve decided to put this ‘word in progress’ up for a few days. I’d really love to know what everyone thinks of it. I do have a rough direction I want to take it but it’s all still vague in my head. Likewise, I’d also love to [...]

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Picked up a book the other day, PoemCrazy (it’s one word on the cover) by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge and let me just tell you right now- it’s absolutely awesome. I don’t tend to consider myself much of a poet for many reasons, the main one being something you probably wouldn’t think.
Some baser reasons being that [...]

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Single stage. Empty handed.
The crowd deaf and willing.
Holding hope like origami,
A paper crane with paper cut wings.
Lifted high. The lights go bright.
Curtain drawn. Waiting. Wishing.
A cricket’s chirp. The shift of seat.
Soundless criticism from mice unworthy of the cat.
Held up higher. Teetering.
Testing the wind with a tongue of color.
Crowd sits forward. Unmoved.
Missing the greatest thing never [...]

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The sleeping dragon in my soul,
Awaits the darkness
At bid and toll.
Voices in me bellow deep,
What the old have sown
So shall I reap.
Thunder rings,
Lightning sings,
Static clings.
Open my wings.
Poetry flies from finger and tongue,
Holding out hope-
One day to be sung.
Standing at the end of time,
Lost and lingering,
With no hope but to rhyme.
I wrote it after waking up [...]

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There is a little girl inside of me.
I don’t know how old she is but sometimes I can hear her crying out.
Sometimes she asks the world to hate her because that’s all she’s ever been taught…
Sometimes she asks the world to love her because that’s all she really wants.
Sometimes she goes ‘La, la, la. I [...]

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This one is actually part of three random and somehow interconnected poems I came up with while I had the flu. I should be posting the other two soon but I’m in no rush. There’s another version of this one I have and while I’m sure it’s better- in some sense of the word, it [...]

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The first part of this is something I wrote while I was sick. The second part is more a realization I had while writing it that I expanded on when coming back to actually post it. I don’t expect it to make sense to anyone but if you’re a usual reader then you don’t expect [...]

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