The following are a handful of poems that I wrote during 2004.

I wrote many, many pieces during that year. My single most prolific year (literature-wise) to date. I was in a lot of pain during 2004. I didn't know why, at the time. There were many, many painful things happening in my life (or at least in my head).
All these pieces came from a blog that I had. The titles (when given) might just be the title of the blog, but whatever. 

*I guess it could be noted that prior to 2004, I did not write poems. Ever.

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skitter to the dark,
embrace old dreams,
of sex,
of love,
of the men inside me.

the bride killed the groom on the wedding night.
morose, but true,
sad, but still you.
run from the snake little bunny,
her teeth bite hard,
the poison's secure,
we will perish,
nauseated, together.

brilliance, upholstered.
we're in no mood for games.
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milk
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the race cars and the children pass my time.
It's punsihment here and there, but i can still smile.
maybe it seems so ugly right now,
maybe it's just ugly.

the awkward word was the fatal flaw of me,
and dustin fell to the likes of empathy,
then fear reached up and took jana to the store,
she bought herself away,
never sold it to today,
and weariness slipped us a nap.

And i'll buy myself some kittens
to keep me company.
they'll always make me smile
simple love gets to me.
we'll swallow down the fat,
and laugh laugh laugh,
right
through
tea.

cuz the awkward word was the fatal flaw of me.
and weariness slipped me a nap.
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what were you thinking?
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Iceland's com'n from the sky
and we never never never ask why
'cuz i'm bleeding in my tub
don't bring me up
with the shaking of a finger, scorn, deny.

Truth was all i found in the sound
Truth was all i was found in
Truth was all i found in the earth
the red was my worth, first, i will burn.

and then i'll wash your hair.
We Will Be Clean!
For the Angels!
We Will Be Sanitary!
For Godliness!
(you only spurn me in my dreams)
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the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours.

Hellbound Earthburden.
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Blue Skies are forever
In My loving Abbadon.

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There are more to come... I want to repost the majority of these poems, for my sake I suppose.
These poems are just another example of why I don't take trips down memory lane very often.

~Beau