Like being stoned
Cold, hard pain directed at your
head and midsection
Blinding
Stumbling away
Trying to find cover





...I live in the wrong country to be so afraid of ice

Can you grow into love?
Whether for a partner or the man above?
Feel indifferent one day and bursting with joy the next?
Have a stiff upper lip and be as sappy as the rest?
Simultaneously want to remain solitary and plan a romantic evening?
Growl on the phone and the next moment you're beaming?

Barack or Hilary
Does it really matter?
We need rid of that Texan
In the shadow of his father

Mission Accomplished
Just the tip of the lies
That fueled this madness
These never-ending cries

When will they stand up?
When will America wake?
This complacency is alarming
Protest for democracy's sake

My brain split sideways
Tore my head north, south, east, west
Painful hemispheres

Our knight is asleep
Heath's torment now at an end
At peace forever

It's the same sad story
Told again and again
Too much in the veins
Too much in the blood
The road to the long sleep
Naked and calm
Forever napping
Heath joins Michael
Aussies aslumber
Beautiful and talented

Trying again
This time will be better than the last

Tiny kitten in big, warm arms
Whiskers quivering
Searching for a kiss
So big, so small
Human, feline
An unlikely family

Hope is returning
Praying that it's not fleeting
Let me stay happy

Hired goons
Flash the false and remove the goods

For them all, a fall
Pictures posted

You brought this on yourself

Cheap support of stars
Discount buzz available
All it costs is you

Click another pic
She can't feel you burn her up
Weapons of the blind

Her babes no longer
Taken for their own safety
Given to Prince Sleaze

She is unable
Unwilling to make amends
She is too far gone

I can't believe I just wrote haikus about Britney Spears o_O;
The situation disturbs me.

Blink twice, the first is a lie
Seething in skin
Runny and tired
Cleared with a fist
Scabbed and dry

I had intended to record a video blog for you and read some pre-written poems... But my throat is very hoarse and I've got a nasty cough, so that wouldn't be very attractive, would it? There is one coming though.

I'm sick. I don't want to write. Oh well. I have resolved to.



Boogers are dripping
Scratchy throat with honking cough
Like a goose with phlegm

There :)

Op ed
A rant and sigh about the everything of nothing
Hating and wanting it all
Is there something so attractive about floundering that we choose to ignore what it is that we truly desire?
Instead, we grasp what is within reach
And end up longing
For everything

And so we run home
Curious and indignant
Happy nonetheless

Inhibitions melt
Before his big goofy smile
We are all Goobers

A woman
Writing about her sexuality
It's hard not to come across as

Tacky
Slutty
Trashy
Other yucky adjectives

I do not want to include
Cliche visuals
Moaning
Oceans

Tracing lust down naked spines and furtive, shy glances
It's unpredictable
Testing and teasing
Playing and pleasing
Road blocks are no match for the inundation
A gentle rhythmless rhythm
Of need replaced by want
And want replaced by had
Uncomfortable peace

No you can't take it
Dignity remains with me
That was a good try

How hard you have tried
To steal from me what made me
I keep a firm hold

As I sleep I sing
Inventing while slumbering
Dreams will make me rich

A roundhouse to heartache and an open-handed slap to pain
The end of hurt feelings and the pity refrain
I choose my reactions and hand pick my smiles
Though the lure of staying angry always beguiles
I will mask my disgust and continue on
And keep myself distant rather than fawn
I know better by now than to rely on a man
When I need to be made whole, I know that I can

I've been busy with catharsis
The only way a woman scorned knows how

Underhanded, schemy
Doesn't make me any better
But it feels right
For right now

Our first guest poet!

Our first guest poet here on Everyday Poetry is Joe Allard, a young poet musician also from Canada.

You can view more of his work at http://www.myspace.com/joeallard

Wavering Life

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Throughout my life, I've felt a deep trance,

A need to fill it, with all I can grab.

Knowing it won't do, until I find something,

Something to grasp and cherish through time.

I wake up from my dream, covered in sweat,

Needing escape, of my life's dead weight.

Running in circles, knowing not the time passing,

Ending at the start of my spirit's surprise.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

I look up above, with a tear in my eye,

Not knowing where my life will lead me later.

Falling to my knees, and begging for charge,

Screaming in vain, not seeing my answer.

From my seat at the feet of the lonely old masses,

I reach up in the light, to find my warmth.

A hand reaches down, and grasps a hold strong,

Lifting my spirit, away from the cold plight.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Needing a nudge to save me from my past,

I sense the old life, before I was risen.

You look in my eyes and see all my pain,

With one touch of your hand, I fear not the change.

I glance in your eyes and see my salvation,

knowing my life will never be the same.

I thank you for all the things you have saved,

For me to be with you and enjoy all of time.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Palm face up,

Searching for something.

© Joe Allard, 2007

It's really ok
Really
I haven't felt like he was my bf in so long
Because he was so seldom here
And never here for me
I am hurt, wondering what I did
Why I deserve someone treating me so shitty
I never asked for it
Never wanted to be the other woman
Yet it's happened
Twice
Again
Why??

Less hurt than disgusted though
I wonder how someone can live their life that way
And how anyone can put up with it
If I knew one of my friends was like that
Poof
Gone
See ya

I don't make friends with trash
I leave it in a trash bag
At the bottom of my stairs
And take it to the bin
A few months later
'Cause I'm lazy like that

SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!!!

Anyways. I'm going to move on.
Keep on truckin'
Maybe find someone who DOESN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
And DOESN'T LIE
Good luck, eh?

More baggage for the trip
More fodder for the new blog WHICH YOU MUST BOOKMARK

I can't tell
If you hate women
Or yourself
You need help
Figuring out what the hell
Makes you do this
And I long for you to realize
All this is wrong
And I never deserved it
None of us did
You're in debt with
So many women
And yourself

I wanna know what the fuck it was I did

All of the lies and pain
Too many and too much to measure
And for what?
What did you gain?

Worse off than you were
You had two birds in the bush
And they both flew away
To leave you alone with your anger

Now you have none in your hand
Except yourself
Unfulfilling, no?
Next time, think first if you can

Pause
Meditate on what you will be doing to her