Thursday, May 25, 2000

broken thoughts about tonight

Note from 2012: I am missing a diary from about 1998 to 2002. I wrote a lot of poems in that time, but to the best of my knowledge I didn't write any diary entries. I will provide some of the poems here as a way to represent my melodramatic mind during those "missing years" and on some of the poems (2000-2002) the dates are only approximate. The thoughts were sometimes experimental, and not a total reflection of my life. Just poetry of a teenager. I won't upload all of them, but I will upload a few to fill in any gaps in my chronological record.

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The poem on this page is from an old notebook I had for my British Literature class, I would sometimes write poem fragments in the book of it after class, no solid dates were written down.

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Alienated shadows,
circles without a home
Empty voices,
shapes standing all alone
Cards of suits and many colors
defined and lined
all in a row
Ignite the story, burning tonight
Echoed laughs,
and simple sorrows
On waves of wine
blown, in the wild wind...

Saturday, February 05, 2000

eat, eat, eat

Note from 2012: I am missing a diary from about 1998 to 2002. I wrote a lot of poems in that time, but to the best of my knowledge I didn't write any diary entries. I will provide some of the poems here as a way to represent my melodramatic mind during those "missing years" and on some of the poems (2000-2002) the dates are only approximate. The thoughts were sometimes experimental, and not a total reflection of my life. Just poetry of a teenager. I won't upload all of them, but I will upload a few to fill in any gaps in my chronological record.

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The poem on this page is from an old book of poetry I had, I would sometimes write thought fragments on it while riding the bus, no solid dates were written down.

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Silver trays are the teeth of the giant
beast that eats everything.
Piling, high inside the mind,
the wastes of a society gone mad.
Eating, eating, eating
Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning
The rubber gloves, clothed like an awkward
frog, grasp the pans and drown them
and submerge the pots in the horrid stew of
wasted food, afloat on putrid water.
"arigato, arigato, arigato..."
The song is sang to the sound of the
mechanical monster that swallows the dishes
and spits them out clean.
The huge, noisy, monster dies, and lives again---
attempting to confuse the frog hands as they grasp
the lids, teeth, and other broken pieces of the
common flow that is blind to its innards.
The mindless people are the future forks and spoons
of society. They line up--- as if to be washed
and cleaned, never seeming to notice the inside
of the world they eat.

 
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