tanager: (together)
2013-10-11 04:10 pm
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Face-to-Face

Face-to-Face

You and I
stood face-to-face
for hours.

You admired the intricate
crinkle of my smile, the sagging
bags below my eyes—lifelike.
I admired your chocolate
irises and the shape of the wind
your hair traced—a pretty picture.

We envied each other
our hollow chests and placid
heads—that you yearned for
nothing.

You felt no pull to move
where you cannot. You, I knew,
could not feel the lack
of your own shape…

and we struck back at the world
that mocked us with statues
to coolly regard our want.
tanager: (give and take)
2013-07-16 12:32 pm
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Hello

Hello
Warnings: Language


it's so lonely without you

If you were here I would
use you. So I don't blame you, but

if you're not here you're not
anywhere. I want a win-win, even if

I win more. I made you something
you're not, and that was lose-lose even if

you lost more. But elsewhere you have
nothing to lose.

But I am sorry. )
tanager: [Final Fantasy] Yazoo (sharp)
2013-07-14 02:11 pm
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Faith

Faith

I never trusted
your lies, but I trusted
that you meant to do right.

Thank you.
You taught me not to trust
that there is right.
tanager: (free)
2013-07-03 05:49 pm
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Sky

Sky

Look at the sky—
that simple blue is the moon,
Jupiter, nebulae, Polaris, black holes,
the edge of the universe 46 billion light years away
—better yet: imagine it.
Can your head, 6 inches wide,
contain it?

Can the sky, laughing
at 0.07 cubic meters among 3.5×1080 cubic meters
and at 79 years among 13.8 billion years,
contain your mind?
tanager: (takeoff)
2013-06-27 11:03 pm
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Presence

Presence

If you could die ten years earlier
and contribute to civilization
such that history immortalizes you,
or live ten extra years
and have your name forgotten,
which would you choose?
tanager: (takeoff)
2013-06-27 06:50 pm
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Peak

Peak

How can you see a tower
and not wonder
what it would be to stand
above all you've known

and fly
or fall?


Notes: Inspired by the prompt "tower" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: (fallen)
2013-06-26 10:55 pm
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Beginning of the End

Beginning of the End

The end is the beginning.
They call it a circle
wrongly—every moment was not
end and beginning,
only now. The last to come was first to go
and the first to come

is gone.
I want to admire bypassed
shards of glass on the beach,
jagged broken parts smoothed into beauty
as the waves lap gently over.
Instead I admire
Turritopsis nutricula, though it's hard

to be admiring now
I know what fear means
and I can't breathe.

Is the end the beginning?


Notes: Inspired by the prompt "death" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: [Final Fantasy] Hope Estheim (open)
2013-06-25 10:28 am
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Need

Need

I hate that you know
what I need to hear, because
it makes me need you.


Notes: For the prompt "messenger" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: (takeoff)
2013-06-25 02:00 am
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Right

Right

I hope these words are the right ones.
They took me hours to write.
tanager: (give and take)
2013-06-25 12:52 am
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That Song

That Song

the song's been stuck in you
for days—when you're happy
it's there
even though it's not happy
when you're glum
it's there
even though it's not glum

ups and downs
whispers and cries
lyrics that really aren't
so meaningful

background music to your life )


Notes: For the prompt "beauty" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: (fallen)
2013-06-23 12:42 am
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Mirror

Mirror

Mirror-glass splinters
cut the floor.
No one in the room
anymore, but the ghost
of someone here before.

Dust alone stirs,
claiming even the webs,
pushed by winds through
the glassless window
or something else.

There are no spiders
and no blood here, but
hair strands and skin flakes,
unseen. Nothing's left

of what happened before,
but the ghost broke the mirror
to not see itself anymore.


Notes: Inspired by the prompt "question(s)" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: (give and take)
2013-06-19 05:46 pm

Follow

Following is how
you build your home


Timeline Building

a great timeline is at the heart
of making Twitter work.
By building a timeline that reflects you
and your interests, you'll see

how quickly Twitter becomes
an invaluable part of
your life.


Notes: This is a found poem. The words are originally from a Twitter email notification that I received, much like this one.
tanager: (fallen)
2013-06-19 04:23 pm

A Pet Rock

A Pet Rock

You can look at the rock
and call it a pet,

even though it does nothing.
God does not have to live up to prayers.

He does not have to
solve world hunger, war, poverty.

He just has to sit there
and you are content.


Notes: This found poem was published at Verbatim Poetry. Rachel Johnson originally wrote the words in God, The Pet Rock.
tanager: (bright tanager)
2013-05-19 05:06 pm
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Pause

Pause

the conversation breaks
for a second
too long and awkward
because we think it so—suddenly

we see each other's eyes.

as painted faces crumble
with the wall our words build,
we scramble to speak.


Notes: For the prompt "diplomacy" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
tanager: (away)
2013-04-19 08:13 pm
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A Collection of Haiku

Title: A Collection of Haiku


eyes open:
the world appears
briefly
[ 04/19/2013 ]

cracks grow on branches
leaves left—
frost feeds
[ 03/04/2013 ]

see
a gun pulled—a spark catch
even a spider skitter
[ 01/31/2013 ] [ excerpted from stranger ]

read older haiku )
tanager: (big world)
2013-04-05 05:50 pm
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Stair

Stair

Sitting on the bottom stair
with overcoat on,
eyes fixed
unseeingly on the
shut, unlocked
door.
tanager: (big world)
2013-03-24 02:57 pm
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Easier

Easier


no gravity, no friction
to push against
me or pull me farther than I want to go

here it's effortless

to build
marble palaces, steel truss bridges, rotting stocks.
I graffiti my own walls.
the materials are everywhere
it's easier here

and new become old
becomes new, recycled in an equation—
nothing lost

here's a whole world built
and being built
and I am its


god to a world without people; )
tanager: (away)
2013-03-05 08:13 pm
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Present

Present

once upon a time
is now,
our present already misremembered:
blood, flesh, tears forgotten
in the cold
soiled by footsteps
as arms heap up glittering stones.
we cannot give what we do not take.

blinding, untouchable, bland,
we scream
we are here!—and it echoes
as silence gives thanks that we are not.

nothing
was before us, before me.
we are creation.
we give and we take away
and we leave nothing
wasted.

the seas are mine
the stars are mine
wave, tear, hide, watch,
myself, mine to borrow.
can a thirsty child thank to drink
a drop
from endless lakes?

tanager: (fallen)
2013-01-02 07:12 pm
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Fallen

Fallen

No one ever told him,
"You're just like your brother."
Father kept his silence; a moment of silence
perhaps, that had slipped out of time and stretched into years,
or simply a farmer's practicality—no time to waste
on idle grief. The fields won't plow themselves.

He thought
he'd be like his brother. His brother,
who slew demons to save innocents on heroic adventures
all through the world of his imagination. He
built up a pedestal,
like towering pines in the deep forest,
standing firm until the first lick of flame.
Until—in a single thrust of a sword
and those eyes,
unknowing, uncaring, unfeeling,
stormy-ocean blue like his own—they came
crashing
down to earth and under.

Yes, he is like his brother.

tanager: (takeoff)
2012-12-09 10:08 pm
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Paradise

Paradise

I stood by my window at sunrise.
The shutters were in need of repair:
Coal smoke clouded the lilac skies.
The bawl of a babe tore the air.

The breeze brought a hint of the ocean,
At odds with the scene that I see.
Peering out at the world from within—
Unbidden, strange thoughts tug at me.

How easy it'd be to imagine!
If only I closed my eyes,
This world we're condemned to live in
Might be far better than I surmise.


Could I turn a blind eye to corruption?
Could I see virtue where glares only sin?

I dream of long days, unbroken by night,
And though I know that it may not be right—

I want to build a paradise, in my mind,
A sanctuary of cloudless skies.
I want to leave this place behind
And escape to a world of lies.


Notes: I wrote this poem a few years ago and made minor edits today.