Death has knocked at your window
Tap tap tap, I have something to sell
You locked the door but here I am
Tap tap tap, peace unlimited
Won't cost you anything worth keeping

You have such lovely windows, you know
Large clear panes of glass
But the structures broke
You paid three thousand to get them fixed
But they asked the wrong person for advice

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Yet another poem has been accepted for publishing, and this time in a UK-based magazine! Between this and spending the day with Flo, 2009 looks like it will end on a good note, even if I am feeling really icky physically.
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Peering from somewhere amidst nature
Caked in leaves and beginning
to ferment, or perhaps just
produce a velvet blanket of moss

Meant to be a safe place
Not quite a haven, just a little cove
where shingles won't crack under
thoughts that won't shut off

Some switches cling despite tugs
Bits of wire clutch like shards to
flesh trying to fade into
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My AP Literature class always makes me want to write poetry. Particularly when we're analyzing poetry. (Today we read "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath, a lackluster novelist but one of my favorite poets. I brought the same poem to Creative Writing Club last year.) Even when the poems aren't particularly good, inspiration just arises.

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Star of the west
A beacon, blazing onto a thousand eyes
More for some, but some for all
At least that’s how the story goes
Life flowing freely then dropping from view
Rising the same, so distant but the rays
Reach so many frozen faces

Like the star’s shadow

Sometimes a goddess, a disk of gleaming love

Slimming, a slice, then a hole, never whole, collapsing

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No one watches the blind moon rise
With opal rivers in her eyes
The future a blur and hindsight scratched
Lids stretched too thin to record
Messages sent as shards of flame and words
Pleading for a wanderer to understand
Beauty the human gaze can't catch
One day they'll learn that forever is blind
Drifting from troubles burgeoning behind