Poems





To Beulah
an elizabethan sonnet written to my dog :)


Unwavering as an oak she stands to guard
Her home from squirrels and cats and mailmen, too.
Her gleaming eyes are opals, strong and hard;
Her bark will cause a shivering fright, it's true.
Her scouting stance, so dignified and rare,
Is broken by her powerful sprinting start.
Her steady snout and bristly wavy hair
Are not her traits that captivate my heart.
It's how she thumps her tail against the wall
Long after midnight, when she makes her rounds
To count her humans; how she senses all
My tears and licks them dry. And I have found
That often when I'm cold it's she who keeps
My feet warm as she lies on them to sleep.

Coming Soon! (as soon as i htmlize the whole bloody thing)--a collection of poems and songs i've written over the last few years, with brief commentary after each one. some of these i'm slightly embarrassed to show anyone, but i'm comforted by the fact that it's unlikely anyone will read through this page any time soon. The internet is a terrifying dichotemy of publicity and privacy; though anyone in the world could access this page and read it, it's a tiny grain of sand in the beach of personal webpages, so the likelihood of it being picked up and examined is infinitessimal. i digress.

Original, highly egocentric, typical teen angst poems and songs

And, more inspiring, something not by me:
If You Were Coming in the Fall - Emily Dickinson

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