|
1001 |
We have and always will exist at zero |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
520 |
10 years ago |
|
1002 |
It was a good doom full of laughter* |
Poem |
2014 |
296 |
10 years ago |
|
1003 |
You can be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love * |
Poem |
2014 |
792 |
10 years ago |
|
1004 |
My corners’ are bent* |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
436 |
10 years ago |
|
1005 |
How can I miss something that doesn’t miss me * |
Poem |
2014 |
354 |
10 years ago |
|
1006 |
I see you and I can’t |
Poem |
2014 |
298 |
10 years ago |
|
1007 |
Are you panicking yet? |
Poem |
2014 |
275 |
10 years ago |
|
1008 |
HTC’s memory |
Poem |
2014 |
286 |
10 years ago |
|
1009 |
Leopards can’t change their spots |
Poem |
2014 |
258 |
10 years ago |
|
1010 |
Flames flicker out, stars go supernova, and love is just lust living the luxurious life |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
336 |
10 years ago |
|
1011 |
Identity |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
331 |
10 years ago |
|
1012 |
It’s the shampoo |
Poem |
2014 |
323 |
10 years ago |
|
1013 |
Thanks for the perfect Valentines Day |
Poem |
2014 |
199 |
10 years ago |
|
1014 |
To the arrogant, silver spoon fuck sitting behind me, mocking the prof |
Poem |
2014 |
288 |
10 years ago |
|
1015 |
Overwhelmed |
Poem |
2014 |
231 |
10 years ago |
|
1016 |
More is less |
Poem |
2014 |
348 |
10 years ago |
|
1017 |
Love's labour's lust |
Poem |
2014 |
384 |
10 years ago |
|
1018 |
Distance |
Poem |
2014 |
473 |
10 years ago |
|
1019 |
Sometimes I wish you’d read Kant |
Poem |
2014 |
293 |
10 years ago |
|
1020 |
Next week read appendix three: existentialism |
Poem |
2014 |
224 |
10 years ago |
|
1021 |
Pre-Socratic philosophers suck |
Poem |
2014 |
231 |
10 years ago |
|
1022 |
Least we forget |
Poem |
2014 |
328 |
10 years ago |
|
1023 |
Utilitarianism |
Poem |
2014 |
285 |
10 years ago |
|
1024 |
Qualm before the storm |
Poem |
2014 |
309 |
10 years ago |
|
1025 |
I loved therefore I lost |
Poem |
2014 |
320 |
10 years ago |
|
1026 |
I’m giving up on you |
Poem |
2014 |
248 |
10 years ago |
|
1027 |
One of these metaphors is me the other is you |
Poem |
2014 |
310 |
10 years ago |
|
1028 |
Sangria |
Poem |
2014 |
260 |
10 years ago |
|
1029 |
I have loved to the point of madness* |
Poem |
2014 |
336 |
9 years ago |
|
1030 |
It would be Gibson’s |
Poem |
2014 |
225 |
9 years ago |
|
1031 |
Tequila makes the façade fall off |
Poem |
2014 |
313 |
9 years ago |
|
1032 |
The gravity of existence grows heavier the farther you get from point A to point B* |
Poem |
2014 |
268 |
9 years ago |
|
1033 |
If I could turn back time |
Poem |
2014 |
228 |
9 years ago |
|
1034 |
I should have kissed you last night |
Poem |
2014 |
229 |
9 years ago |
|
1035 |
But your eyes can't read anymore |
Poem |
2014 |
255 |
9 years ago |
|
1036 |
I wanted to grow up and be nothing like you |
Poem |
2014 |
254 |
9 years ago |
|
1037 |
Let’s find you a couch* |
Poem |
2014 |
268 |
9 years ago |
|
1038 |
An add for one night stands |
Poem |
2014 |
262 |
9 years ago |
|
1039 |
Mom and Cheryl went to bingo |
Poem |
2014 |
299 |
9 years ago |
|
1040 |
Kayak lessons |
Poem |
2014 |
351 |
9 years ago |
|
1041 |
Mourning reflections |
Poem |
2014 |
344 |
9 years ago |
|
1042 |
Coffee + Whiskey + Yoga = Greif |
Poem |
2014 |
295 |
9 years ago |
|
1043 |
Feminism’s dead |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
426 |
9 years ago |
|
1044 |
I hope that I don’t fall in-love with you* |
Poem |
2014 |
311 |
9 years ago |
|
1045 |
I can’t fuckin escape you |
Poem |
2014 |
292 |
9 years ago |
|
1046 |
2pm on the docks |
Poem |
2014 |
318 |
9 years ago |
|
1047 |
Ashley bits, Collect them all, Some assembly required |
Poem |
2014 |
345 |
9 years ago |
|
1048 |
Poetic Poverty |
Poem |
2014 |
333 |
9 years ago |
|
1049 |
This poem is TMI |
Poem |
2014 |
334 |
9 years ago |
|
1050 |
These times are uncertain |
Poem |
2014 |
331 |
9 years ago |
|
1051 |
Coffee? |
Poem |
2014 |
462 |
9 years ago |
|
1052 |
For the record I have no problem calling you Grandma Cunt |
Poem |
2014 |
516 |
9 years ago |
|
1053 |
Fuck Pandora’s Box, Plato’s Cave brought the world misery |
Poem |
2014 |
410 |
9 years ago |
|
1054 |
Wow, you have that song on your iPod (I can’t un-do the pain) |
Prose |
2014 |
260 |
9 years ago |
|
1055 |
To cut around the bullshit |
Poem |
2014 |
278 |
9 years ago |
|
1056 |
This land isn’t our land any more |
Prose |
2014 |
370 |
9 years ago |
|
1057 |
Meth labs blow up…shit happens |
Poem |
2014 |
274 |
9 years ago |
|
1058 |
Your coffee was cold anyways |
Prose |
2014 |
229 |
9 years ago |
|
1059 |
I can’t date you on literary principle |
Prose |
2014 |
236 |
9 years ago |
|
1060 |
The banks of indecision |
Prose |
2014 |
293 |
9 years ago |
|
1061 |
So did this friendship |
Poem |
2014 |
253 |
9 years ago |
|
1062 |
Said the pen to humanity |
Poem |
2014 |
239 |
9 years ago |
|
1063 |
Be Bond |
Poem |
2014 |
229 |
9 years ago |
|
1064 |
Man up |
Poem |
2014 |
230 |
9 years ago |
|
1065 |
My privilege is showing |
Poem |
2014 |
268 |
9 years ago |
|
1066 |
A perfect score |
Poem |
2014 |
301 |
9 years ago |
|
1067 |
I am hence forth utilitarian |
Prose |
2014 |
271 |
9 years ago |
|
1068 |
Perspective, not just a slut who doesn’t put out |
Poem |
2014 |
285 |
9 years ago |
|
1069 |
Strangers and girlfriends |
Poem |
2014 |
242 |
9 years ago |
|
1070 |
Must love dogs and awkward ducklings |
Poem |
2014 |
299 |
9 years ago |
|
1071 |
You are like having the flu |
Prose |
2014 |
322 |
9 years ago |
|
1072 |
Uncle Den |
Poem |
2014 |
224 |
9 years ago |
|
1073 |
I said what about breakfast at Tiffany’s |
Poem |
2014 |
208 |
9 years ago |
|
1074 |
Be gentle he says |
Poem |
2014 |
297 |
9 years ago |
|
1075 |
I <3 Stuart hall |
Poem |
2014 |
211 |
9 years ago |
|
1076 |
Now I’m convincing myself |
Poem |
2014 |
273 |
9 years ago |
|
1077 |
Jon |
Poem |
2014 |
205 |
9 years ago |
|
1078 |
When Kili met Tauriel |
Prose |
2014 |
265 |
9 years ago |
|
1079 |
Enough’s enough |
Poem |
2014 |
223 |
9 years ago |
|
1080 |
Writers’ brick wall all up in your face* |
Poem |
2014 |
284 |
9 years ago |
|
1081 |
When you call me beautiful |
Poem |
2014 |
337 |
9 years ago |
|
1082 |
For the times they are a changin’ |
Poem |
2014 |
220 |
9 years ago |
|
1083 |
What a cloudy night |
Prose |
2014 |
274 |
9 years ago |
|
1084 |
Your words are yours |
Poem |
2014 |
370 |
9 years ago |
|
1085 |
Alarm lit alliances |
Poem |
2014 |
399 |
9 years ago |
|
1086 |
To get into Heaven |
Poem |
2014 |
254 |
9 years ago |
|
1087 |
Trust |
Poem |
2015 |
356 |
9 years ago |
|
1088 |
Lexicon love |
Poem |
2015 |
278 |
9 years ago |
|
1089 |
The invention of a meth addict |
Poem |
2015 |
486 |
9 years ago |
|
1090 |
Untitled |
Poem |
2015 |
271 |
9 years ago |
|
1091 |
One of us has been institutionalized against our will; the other is still picking egg-shells from her feet |
Poem |
2015 |
201 |
9 years ago |
|
1092 |
Folk-music façade |
Poem |
2015 |
213 |
9 years ago |
|
1093 |
Watership Down |
Poem |
2015 |
288 |
9 years ago |
|
1094 |
Scattered Souls |
Poem |
2015 |
386 |
9 years ago |
|
1095 |
The day God parted the sky (for Beavis) |
Poem |
2015 |
255 |
8 years ago |
|
1096 |
Things I would say to you if I knew I was dying tomorrow |
Poem |
2015 |
209 |
8 years ago |
|
1097 |
Remember that time you said you never go back…. |
Poem |
2015 |
203 |
8 years ago |
|
1098 |
All the things you need that I can’t give |
Poem |
2015 |
199 |
8 years ago |
|
1099 |
On being and nothingness |
Poem |
2015 |
207 |
8 years ago |
|
1100 |
September 31st 2015 |
Poem |
2015 |
433 |
8 years ago |
|
1101 |
Cacophony |
Poem |
2015 |
247 |
8 years ago |
|
1102 |
“I like you enough to take that risk” |
Poem |
2015 |
246 |
8 years ago |
|
1103 |
Week One |
Poem |
2015 |
401 |
8 years ago |
|
1104 |
Some things will never change |
Poem |
2015 |
222 |
8 years ago |
|
1105 |
“I may not always love you” |
Poem |
2015 |
283 |
8 years ago |
|
1106 |
Maybe we should sleep on it tonight |
Poem |
2015 |
244 |
8 years ago |
|
1107 |
Mutuality and the selfish stone |
Poem |
2015 |
198 |
8 years ago |
|
1108 |
How can I give you what you need when you don’t even know what it is? |
Poem |
2015 |
251 |
8 years ago |
|
1109 |
I miss you and you’re losing me |
Poem |
2015 |
237 |
8 years ago |
|
1110 |
Deserving |
Poem |
2015 |
225 |
8 years ago |
|
1111 |
Week Two |
Poem |
2015 |
291 |
8 years ago |
|
1112 |
Week Three |
Poem |
2015 |
278 |
8 years ago |
|
1113 |
Dear jeans |
Poem |
2015 |
246 |
8 years ago |
|
1114 |
Creativity and class |
Poem |
2015 |
222 |
8 years ago |
|
1115 |
Hua Shan |
Poem |
2015 |
217 |
8 years ago |
|
1116 |
Communication |
Poem |
2015 |
206 |
8 years ago |
|
1117 |
The Ether |
Poem |
2015 |
252 |
8 years ago |
|
1118 |
Desire itself |
Poem |
2015 |
193 |
8 years ago |
|
1119 |
I think I was Sartre in a past life |
Poem |
2015 |
186 |
8 years ago |
|
1120 |
Perhaps I was also Kierkegaard |
Poem |
2015 |
241 |
8 years ago |
|
1121 |
Monday the 10 of some month in 2014 |
Poem |
2015 |
215 |
8 years ago |
|
1122 |
The reason I touched my phone during dinner |
Poem |
2015 |
238 |
8 years ago |
|
1123 |
The Science of Self |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
191 |
8 years ago |
|
1124 |
The Steps to Understanding |
Poem |
2015 |
185 |
8 years ago |
|
1125 |
The world is bigger than a poorly built poetry slam |
Poem |
2015 |
211 |
8 years ago |
|
1126 |
In Bad Faith |
Poem |
2015 |
229 |
8 years ago |
|
1127 |
Wanting |
Poem |
2015 |
274 |
8 years ago |
|
1128 |
Darel Dean |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
251 |
8 years ago |
|
1129 |
Abuse is a learned behaviour |
Poem |
2015 |
195 |
8 years ago |
|
1130 |
Lessons on anguish and anxiety |
Poem |
2015 |
235 |
8 years ago |
|
1131 |
When love fades… |
Poem |
2015 |
252 |
8 years ago |
|
1132 |
Love is what it is.... |
Poem |
2015 |
280 |
8 years ago |
|
1133 |
2006 |
Poem |
2015 |
295 |
8 years ago |
|
1134 |
Damn you liner time... |
Poem |
2015 |
233 |
8 years ago |
|
1135 |
Week Five |
Poem |
2015 |
318 |
8 years ago |
|
1136 |
Grand master flash and the furious five take over culture studies |
Poem |
Recommened Reads |
296 |
8 years ago |
|
1137 |
Week Six |
Poem |
2015 |
270 |
8 years ago |
|
1138 |
Black Paintings on White Walls |
Poem |
2015 |
267 |
8 years ago |
|
1139 |
Love like gasoline |
Poem |
2015 |
213 |
8 years ago |
|
1140 |
Ain't I a feminist too? |
Poem |
2015 |
218 |
8 years ago |
|
1141 |
Hope you get laid |
Poem |
2015 |
277 |
8 years ago |
|
1142 |
Getting everything you ever wanted doesn’t make you want less* |
Poem |
2015 |
351 |
8 years ago |
|
1143 |
The poet seeks a metaphor |
Poem |
2015 |
232 |
8 years ago |
|
1144 |
Today |
Poem |
2015 |
269 |
8 years ago |
|
1145 |
Strange Vibrations |
Poem |
2015 |
296 |
8 years ago |
|
1146 |
A Writer's Tale |
Poem |
2015 |
231 |
8 years ago |
|
1147 |
Irredeemable |
Poem |
2015 |
214 |
8 years ago |
|
1148 |
He said “how’s your friend? Or do you even want to talk about it?” |
Poem |
2015 |
276 |
8 years ago |
|
1149 |
Hello |
Poem |
2015 |
220 |
8 years ago |
|
1150 |
Hibernation |
Poem |
2015 |
201 |
8 years ago |
|
1151 |
Dependence makes a man these days |
Poem |
2015 |
217 |
8 years ago |
|
1152 |
That which is no longer meant for me |
Poem |
2015 |
230 |
8 years ago |
|
1153 |
The poet seeks a metaphor |
Poem |
2015 |
225 |
8 years ago |
|
1154 |
Why John Cage could never be a poet |
Poem |
2015 |
392 |
8 years ago |
|
1155 |
The day he blocked out the sun |
Poem |
2015 |
302 |
8 years ago |
|
1156 |
Trampled grass is greener |
Poem |
2015 |
216 |
8 years ago |
|
1157 |
Misleading |
Poem |
2016 |
304 |
8 years ago |
|
1158 |
Goodbye |
Poem |
2016 |
251 |
8 years ago |
|
1159 |
Silver linings |
Poem |
2016 |
257 |
8 years ago |
|
1160 |
Risk is a matter of dice and strategy |
Poem |
2016 |
269 |
8 years ago |
|
1161 |
Andy |
Poem |
2016 |
233 |
8 years ago |
|
1162 |
Romance |
Poem |
2015 |
226 |
8 years ago |
|
1163 |
Kyle |
Poem |
2015 |
209 |
8 years ago |
|
1164 |
Shit or get off the pot |
Poem |
2016 |
279 |
8 years ago |
|
1165 |
It takes two |
Poem |
2016 |
312 |
8 years ago |
|
1166 |
That doesn't bode well for change* |
Poem |
2016 |
333 |
8 years ago |
|
1167 |
All the things that start with D |
Poem |
2016 |
478 |
8 years ago |
|
1168 |
Happiness |
Poem |
2016 |
281 |
8 years ago |
|
1169 |
New Love |
Poem |
2016 |
327 |
8 years ago |
|
1170 |
Paul |
Poem |
2016 |
370 |
8 years ago |
|
1171 |
Match sticks |
Poem |
2016 |
288 |
8 years ago |
|
1172 |
Rabbit skins and bed sheets |
Poem |
2016 |
307 |
8 years ago |
|
1173 |
If you asked me to I’d come cry with you this instant |
Poem |
2016 |
278 |
8 years ago |
|
1174 |
It’s still fresh right |
Poem |
2016 |
308 |
8 years ago |
|
1175 |
“Why did you want to come for coffee?” |
Poem |
2016 |
295 |
8 years ago |
|
1176 |
In Chinese medicine lungs are grief |
Poem |
2016 |
268 |
8 years ago |
|
1177 |
“For a while I couldn’t handle any one smelling like you” |
Poem |
2016 |
269 |
8 years ago |
|
1178 |
Far away |
Poem |
2016 |
401 |
8 years ago |
|
1179 |
Consequence |
Poem |
2016 |
532 |
8 years ago |
