that i referenced
the sieve along with the sand
in my class today
forcing them to read
or at least listen to
a descriptive poem
presented as a model
of impecable writing
a model to be emulated
Month: September 2008
dreams i tell you, dreams!
poetrythe dreams i have
of jealousy
of hope and fame
dreaming of hope – i know its sad
they lead to things
like life again and again
i’m reminded
not to take things
for…
granted, i have things
hands being held
waiting for the next good picture
to present itself to me
in words
so i can know what color to paint it
and on what canvas
or 100% non-recycled paper
the greats?
they cut down trees and drew
their masterpieces
todayku
poetrywithered dreams revived
soft skin against silken sheets
nail on chalkboard breaks
a game i miss
poetrydown for the count
three taps on my left knee
knowing what’s coming i
face down in mud filled eye brushing contacts
remember the joy i find in the
bashing ramming pulling rucking scrumming
screaming
sometimes putting my kids to bed sucks
poetryMy heart beating fast
And my voice about to raise-
Released in a *sigh*
dear wal-mart,
poetryfu
ck
the
purpose filled
life
there is no
purpose
in
life,
th
us
it cannot
be purpose
filled.
qu
it
building these
walk-
ways
into
the
slaughtering house
so
the
she
ep
will follow
it.
(you will strip them naked and put their wool back on your shelves)
Regards,
David X. Hugo
They call me the destroyer
poetrysacrificial doves die
welcoming september
with their blood,
dying in agony, irrecon-
cileable to their
peaceful symbolism
“Hot sauce makes everything better” -Ned
poetryFunny how my day was
snatched from the ruins
of wishing for a different life
(or at least a different career)
only to be saved by the glory
of hot sauce bathed goldfish,
dripping Louisiana goodness.
Back when I was young and silly enough to flirt with the word “hollow” (It has been wooing me since, but I will not have it)
poetryI am nothing but hollow
a hole so yellow
my words are like fetid air
all I’ve got is inconsistent despair
I wish to renew my dreams
chase away the stale realms
I, too, was a hoping girl once
but both luck and ball bounce
I’m left with nothing to say
with my years I pay
in tear and sighs, for so long, my cowardness lay
Did I ever think myself worthy?
Did I ever think that I was owed something?
Now I crawl under the shadow of the damned tree
trying to hide while my shame runs free.
just because you thought you could do something about it
poetrydebate the inevitable
or simply dont
either way it blisters like a paintball
and welts like one too
All I want to do (Or was it five years ago ?)
poetryAll I want to do is
pull out my hair
howl all the way to nowhere
touch the sand again
brush the sky with my lucky comb
climb trees in a strange land
dance with my hands in the air
All I want to do is
loosen my soul
wander in unlit alleys
listen to the night heartbeat
sleep in a lilac field
hold hands with a bum
find oblivion in a voice
All I want to do is
uncover my eyes
stroll in a desolated park
run through rain
fill my lungs with more air
bathe in silence
get drunk from cupid’s wine
All I want to do is
take off my body
feel the wind beneath my feet
whistle in a dark night
hug the silvery moon
jump into the abyss covered in grass
free fall with muted screams
the bleeding poets club
poetrythis pen was made to
tear my throat from it’s
place in my neck and
put it on paper so
people can read it and
i will choke and
this is every day for me
the sieve and the sand 