"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, November 18, 2010


You said
every rose
has a thorn.
I watch
pretty girls
go by,
faces lined with
and eyes
shadowed with
social commentary.
I wonder
if they have
thorns too.
I wear
a crown
of more than

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This week has been one filled with thoughts that flow like molasses. Nothing really spectacular has been coming together for me. There's a lot of stuff that's going on right now, and I know for the health of my entire being that I must, must keep writing. Without words, I get stressed and anxious and bottled up. But that's hard to do when the inches of snow keep accumulating, and my bones feel like they'll grind to a halt in the below zero weather. Silly, viscous molasses.

Anyways, my brother is the inspiration behind this poem. He was feeling down because his lady friend cancelled their date, on account that her friend was deathly ill. Or something like that. My brother (also a lover of poetic language) offered her a little piece of his heart written into a few stanzas. She doesn't much like poetry apparently. He later sighed and said, "I guess even the most beautiful roses have thorns." He's a poet at heart.


  1. One great line after the next. We humans are a thorny lot indeed.

  2. Sounds like you got a good eye on lil' bro. I've been in his shoes. Makes the poetry stronger. Eventually, makes you stronger too.



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