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Nonsense and Otherwise
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling." -Oscar Wilde

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Note...I really don't title my work. Perhaps it's from lack of self confidence, perhaps it's because I just don't care about titles that much. I just give them one here so that you don't think it's one long, droning, non sequiter. That's all I have to say.

Separation Anxiety
I stare from behind my painted glass cage
Waiting for you to shatter my reality
My hands shake because the world within
is no more real then I am
Pressing my hands against the walls
my fingers turn white with realization.

Block
My mind draws its blank on paper
the whiteness is threatening
I have no inspiration
The images build, pressing against my sanity
Floodgates of articulation
Writing what is unworthy
Erase the evidence of my failure

Hate/Music/You
It feels like everyone is dead to me
I hate rock music, I hate MTV
Is the world blurry, is it tears in my eyes?
Is it just the words, or only goodbyes?

No one is here, I'm all alone
I ignore the emails and the phone
This great rock band on MTV
playing their poems to a deaf me

I don't know how to reach you
Don't know if I would, if I knew how to
So I just watch as some guy strums
I hate guitar and I hate drums

I write the words no one will see
Unlike the band on MTV
I hate the world I hate tonight
So I pick up my guitar and write

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