Category:Poetry and Prose Archives

2001 during the summer when I was attending the STEP Upward Bound Project. We had to write a Haiku for English class. Inspired by Terry Goodkind’s “Stone of Tears” book. Untitled Haiku The darkest black night huddled figures dark eyes Stare deeply in yours

Had a debate with someone on IRC about the notion of innocence and beauty being linked. 2003-2004. So I ended up trying to define beauty. I feel the same way, just would have worded it better than I did in this poem. Beauty Such beauty that I see I know it will never be for …
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Idle thoughts in 2003. Rhythm. Dedication miseducation blurry details   line border mixed colors genius insanity formality profanity immortality mortality

Written on the same page as Civil in 2002. Both done during a class that I was taking at night after University classes for Nurse\’s Assistant license. This one is about me progressively losing my 20/20 vision. I eventually became officially Near-sighted. Infinity Eternity I no longer look at the borders restrictions which are no …
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Incomplete. Written in 2002 on the same page as Infinity Eternity. The violent nature of people was getting to me. Also, a sociology course titled Cultural Violence (something along those lines) inspired this. CivilGood & Evil made civil Civily created Civil is not a trait that can be worn it does not exist illusion was …
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Morning after I lost my virginity. 2005. Light Switch When the lights go off floating promises lead me to dead ends too many names but only one has lost it all only one that ever touches my lips did your lips ever touch mine this way was I kissing my reflection was it a lie …
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At the Mosque. 2004. Written about Johan when our relationship was purely net based. Untitled Looking into the rain Lips that whisper gently in the wind When will your words caress my skin Falling into the sky When they meet Is it just a dream Is it just a fantasy.

2001. instead of crying in my room, I decided to start writing my thoughts like David Mack did. This is my first one that I tried to do with deeper meaning attached to my home life. Selfish Tears Been viewing the world through tearless eyes for years years haven’t cried with selfish tears. Made a …
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Wrote this in 2004 when I was being forced in a way [blackmail] to attend schooling at a Mosque on the weekends. A good deal of the younger students looked up to me for some reason. Half full Half empty If no one was there to hear a tree fall, did it really make a …
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Accompanied a drawing I did, but no longer have. 2002-2003ish. Too Many There are too many who are forgotten Too many who aren’t loved. Too many who don’t love. Too many lost souls.