Worn smooth by feet (and hard by weight),
The path is old that tread we now
But Blindness and the Light allow
That like all others, each with each,
We learn what (can’t be taught) can teach:
How, stumbling, Blinded, for (another) hand to reach.
And so it goes: what we can’t know, but only learn
Each day by day, to give what neither one can earn
And by those gifts be left with more.
–How curious is this untaught math
That governs o’er this unseen path,
Both known by many feet and hands before.


Anonymous
5/31/2006
11:45:45 AM

A whirling dervish.
Oh for one.
And yet it rains with-
Oh for one.

A spinning top-
Of jeweled bells.
How it sparkles.
It rings the dells.

But purity is found-
Beneath sheaves of sound,
Attached on doors,
And piled on floors.

A whirling dervish.
Of jeweled bells in sound.
Of sounds that echo silently.
Of floors that glisten-
And spin.


Anonymous
5/24/2006
09:29:07 PM

Love Poem #2

i do not know you but i know your hands.
i know fingers flowing along lines of touch discovering sandstone ridges of fingerprints i know joints and the curve of knuckles
rising
falling
steadily
i know the creases underneath the way i know the layout of my childhood home and thus i know that the bones beneath your skin could be my own.


Nanotyrannus
5/7/06
8:23:42 PM

Paper Mache Pizza

I really liked Maverick's idea of combining the first lines from 10 random poems and making a new poem out of it. You can do that in the comments with your own poetry if you want, I'd love to read it. Here's how I did it: I put maybe 30 on my desktop, deleted their filenames, and then rearranged them, and then clicked on 10 randomly. That prevented me from choosing "the best" or "the most poetic."


well, it was winter
My grandmother went insane as her husband was dying--
Dressed in drapes and denim

Il y avait, une fois, une belle jonquille
I read somewhere that the world is nothing

When men upon the stormy sea
he came over but laughed
again again a gain. can one gain a cross across the grain? no.

Horseshoes thrown are sometimes kept in a sack.
Electronegativity

Kaleidoscope Collage

I took the first lines from 10 of my poems and arranged them.

My pupils have shrunk to a size reserved for
Dawn.
If only the sun had a soul (It’d be one step ahead of you. One step ahead)

With a furious pen
I would wreak havoc
(And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?)

As rain slants like mountain slope
You boast a living red
Oh Love,
Hush.
I have seen the doors to heaven


Maverick
5/3/06
11:13 PM

People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow,
properly divided by a world so undecided and there's nowhere to go;
In between the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow,
running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.

^Snow (hey oh) by the chili peppers
I <3 music so freaking much
this is tangstworthy because of how happy this song makes me.


Anonymous
5/3/06
08:22:19 PM

I wonder what I really look like in the eyes of others
Am I pretty or pretty ugly?
My obsession lies deep within my gut
I didn't eat today to make sure I would feel good tomorrow

I walk by the store front and watch myself go by
Reflections are horrible head-fucking monstrosities
Breakfast isn't an option, neither is lunch
Not if I want to feel good tomorrow

Many things are weighing heavily on my mind
My thighs, my toes and my hideous knees
There will be no dinner tonight
I want to feel good tomorrow

So, tomorrow is here.
I cannot break this cycle of self-loath
I smash the mirror with my angry fist
Bleed on my carpet and stare

Pain is release and blood is art
Beautiful crimson seeping so fluidly
I smile and know this is the way
Now I feel good


Anonymous
5/1/06
10:40:29 AM

"Parking lots
cracked and growing grass you see it all
from offices to farms
crosses flying high above the malls
A longer walk
through Jesusland"
(ben folds.)

I love Ben. He is a prophet!


rashi's wife
5/2/06
08:29:48 PM