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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:25:51 GMT -5
I want to make the first anthology on this site for a poet known as strangeclouds. Her collected work will be put up with one thread for each poem. We hope you will read all of her writing.
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:27:16 GMT -5
Poem: Feed the Trees Username: strangeclouds Name: Tamela Hooks Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=savethetrees&action=display&thread=1097643847Feed the Trees He told me once- Indians ate mushrooms to be more spiritual... I thought about Indians a lot after that. The sun beat down on my song and I, as we sat beneath a shadeless and naked tree, When she asked me, "What have you got there?" I blinked, and took my "happy pill" from my mouth and stared at it for a second. Lifting my eyebrows, I said, "Nothing that fucks with your brain..." A smirk creeped across my face as my, hard-to-swallow returned to an interrupted mouth- to continue sucking at it's bittersweet coating. I then watched her, as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. as she stared above at the outstretched bony fingers of our tree, "I wonder what Indians did all day," she then said. I thought about it for a moment. "They fed trees." I replied. Which- seemed like a good idea to me, since all our trees now, Seem- Well, So skinny... |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:27:39 GMT -5
Poem: Time on Your Hands Username: strangeclouds Name: Tamela Hooks Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097562776Time on Your Hands: In that haze, I felt a damn. Save 'a wretch like me...' "You're the porus one of the group- aren't you? Take that meaningness somewhere else," she said, "You're getting it on the carpet." "Yes, ma'am," I replied, and sopped up what was left of me and went outside to see if everyone had left already... And of course, they hadn't- but had in a way... You're not in my head, you wouldn't understand... Why should my penniless value give you anything but apathy? 'Cause in all that clockwork drippage Dali found all too often, Why did I have to be the one who always lost the time? The leaking of your mood fails to show how little the lights of you seem to spread. And from now on, in the aura of that sunrise, You'll have to sit alone- With a heavy heart, And try to find a plug- For all those little clocks... |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:28:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:28:43 GMT -5
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:29:08 GMT -5
Poem: FreeVerse Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1097562348FreeVerse One day, I decided to take a head trip- Because I was tired of living- In this- state of mind... Tired of watching you lose your voice, Tired of catching, when I dropped mine. "You're all a bunch of weeds in my field of vision," I said, And I took you with me- in my mental case... I finally found- the key to your heart, But you- Got lost... At the baggage claim. All I ever needed- were your wings- But there are no.longer. any- To accept. I no longer have use for an airplane... Because I've, already... left. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:29:32 GMT -5
Poem: Sonrisa Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1097562173Sonrisa This song - sounds like my sadness. My life. My Love. Me. It makes me want to close my eyes- forever. But in my dreams, I'm always searching... I dream, of a life... when people chase the moon- They actually touch it. I dream of nights so black, they contain all colors... So bright, no matter where you turn- are still at your side. Of people- that draw flower petals around the holes of their notebook paper, Just.like.me. Making something of these wounds.... You told me once- that someday, I'd catch the moon... But that I'd keep on running- And it would shine within me and make stars of these sores. A sky so bright- even the sun would hide itself- Just. to see me smile. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:30:16 GMT -5
Poem: Warmer Still Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1097561917Warmer Still You saw the place... with the neon lights today But you didn't care. Because you were with me. And you couldn't hear them laughing, because you were too busy Listening to me sing. You no longer have use for neon lights... because you shine. No longer needing the wind to blow you kisses... Because I, am the dark. And you are always- in my grasp. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:31:24 GMT -5
Poem: Sing Softer Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1097561660Sing Softer You say, that I am that girl, who's hands dance in the sky...that I'm the one- who you will remember...for the rest of your life. Never knowing my name, but who's face will never leave your own. I am a piece- of every part of you- but, if you only knew...that I'm too scattered...to be any one person- for you to live for. And still- you shine...against my hair, so menacing...but still- you make me feel alive. alive. And you say, that I'm the one...who you strain to hear, when she's singing...but all she does- is sing softer... I... Sing softer |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:32:35 GMT -5
Poem: Living Faerietale Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097561332Living Faerietale Look- Behind your eyes- Do you see what is growing there? You are what is dead in most of the living You- are my walking dreams... And if ever, you fail to soar- Come back- to take my wings Because, afterall- You were the one who gave them to me. Fly, Love- Because halfway between worlds, I will drown you, In my sea of wishes- Just to fade Behind your lashes And no one else will ever know That I- Was not black- Inside. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:33:05 GMT -5
Poem: I Know Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097561286I Know Knowing you've got someone to run to but no voice to tell anyone Knowing no one else can ever hurt you- Not but one. Knowing no one else can ever make you realize what you've really done Knowing that you're not so harmless and that you've really hurt someone. Knowing that you've talked of 'blind people' time and time again When you were the one who couldn't see past your eyelids in the end Knowing they'll never know how sorry you felt to watch them die because of you Knowing they'd never forgive you because they never knew. Knowing- finally, when you bring them to their knees You'll still always feel so small- THEN- you'll know... that knowing means NOTHING- Because you never knew anything at all. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:33:37 GMT -5
Poem: Maganda Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097561204Maganda Do you know what it's like to feel so sick inside yourself? If I was the sky- I'd wrap myself around you I- would be your cover- Instead of The World. She- would sit alone and weep at every thought that ever hurt you and you would be my light- A jealous Sky- inside myself Because you're already blinding- So bright- that no one ever saw you. Still. You shine. Maganda. My star. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:34:08 GMT -5
Poem: untitled. Username: strangeclouds Name: Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560995I watched an old man feed birds once And it made me Wish- That I- could Fly. But these clouds- are so dark- I deny- having use For my Eyes. I sing to the Night Sky- And wonder, if you can still hear me- But squint in the day And question, if the sun should feel- so Heavy. I find myself wandering aimlessly on your shore, But I never even care... I know it's not going to end tomorrow- that I can float here...forEVER- But I STAND- Because of fear. You promised once- you'd bring me flowers- But How? When all it does is rain? All I want- is to be held in your arms- All I do- is slip away. Am I like the rain, after all? Am I pretty- My Whole Way Down? Like silent words spilling- When I try to scream aloud? You KNEW- but never told me, That even WISHES can break- And STILL, you hesitate to say- The only wounds...I'll ever bleed- Are made- Of Ink. |
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 21:34:59 GMT -5
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Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 18, 2004 23:12:09 GMT -5
Poem: And She Smiles Username: strangeclouds Link: liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097560860And She Smiles I want to go insane- To let my eyes close as those colored lights Stream across my face... But instead, I enclose myself In tinted glass- Brightly colored to make me think- That I- am alive. And I ask, "How can the moon save you, if it is only made- of a Reflection?" I stop, to watch her breathe... "Do this- In rememberance of me." ....And she smiles. And she smiles. |
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