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I Am A FootSocks, powerlines, scrubby bushes in my line of view
Metal buildings, metal skies, metal plates in my head
Incandescant tubelights shifting shadowhand animals
Smiling blacklight strobedance in my psychedelic robe
I beam dollfaces onto porcelain, I am a foot

The doll army is crossing the hallow in fancy fabric dress
No ocean can keep them from lifting my bones up
Socket puppets, beware, this is the real thing, this is now
Yesterday dropped off of the edge of the flatroof, gone
Tomorrow is an egg, waiting to be broken, I am a foot

Laundryday breakaway, glean, gleam, moonbeam
Reams of dreams rolled out in the desert with pot pie
Pins
The HollowSome will say indifference
is the opposite of love
and hate
stands opposite to none;

that it takes a man
to stand on his own two feet
and a woman
to admit when he's wrong.

There are times when I feel:
I know little of such things,
but I can still remember
the sound
of my heart breaking;

A crack in the foundation
of all that was me,
a hole
that can never be re-filled.

There must have been something
in the hollow of my chest
that slowed
this restless spirit down.

When all I wanted to do
was take numbers and play,
when all I wanted

was to be free.
i am an asshere, place the burden of household malfeasance.
heard, the distaff discord, the injustice ignored.
hers, take prescription, sedation - his celebration.  
beer, nice, a keg should suffice.  Bud kept on ice.
cheers! a Sunday of football devotion. i am an ass.

fare, requested, for pizza delivered.  none give their
share. invited, ten guys too many, i guess and confess.
where, i don't know, a pair came from - prison tattooed.
there, Ralph lived up to his name, on the floor.  there's more.
a chair - i sat, in injured interior pique.  i am an ass!

the game was a rout. sadly i wallow in s
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hair
down long
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
long gone
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
blue-grey
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
this day

I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
sunset
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
to forget
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
begun
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
throb-thrum
Nothingi have no new words
no new ideas, nothing but that same
bleakness, blackness, bare-boned sadness
open-eyed madness
nothing new to say

the brainworms burrow deep, itching
screeching, screaming blind pain
bloodrip, mindmatter, black tie gag
guiltscattered, smoke, blackash and slag

empty fields should be filled with flowers
ghosts can't dance, and must be softly turned
away, into the mist of memory's urn
where trees breathe and shells sigh
down in the hallow
green roseThe green rose glories in the forest  
hidden from all but the subtle eye  
Winding about the trees  
Guarding them with supple thorns  
Its simple five blade flower  
makes a pentacle of magic  
a ferocious quiet protection  
for the beings in the wood

I walk freely there
Heading HomeBitter-boned, I break and crumble to dust
My pockets full of keys to places that no longer exist
An oystershell ashtray full of butts and ashes beside me
Testify to dreams of green hedges and white picket fences

A tapping on the door, a rapping on the wall
Ghosts always like this hour just before dawn
A bird screeches and I wake again to the stinging day
And shufflestep towards home from a thousand worlds away
Pox in SocksA pox on rigid writing!
Use your adjectives adverbs
gerunds similes:
"I languidly waltz in water
like a turkey waltzing in sand"

Teach me how to be Type B

It is but a flight of fancy,
to write without worry
Turkey talk makes me nervous, though,
as does the thought of dancing

Teach me how to stay in step

Turkey trot or hippopotamus tango?
One-two-three; I step on toes
I can't fling my arms or shake my legs
without apologies, without looking back
to see who is watching,
who else might be waltzing

Teach me how to hokey-pokey,
help me turn myself around

Only if you teach me how to lead
Five-six-eight; I'm always skipping
Home is Where the Guns Go OffWe dwell in places no one prefers to live: rundown apartment complexes; dangerous housing projects; poorly zoned business districts with warehouses cutting through residential landscapes, most of which sit vacant from the boom that never happened.

A dozen quarter mile barrios, a single community divided amongst its self; each sector being fiercely guarded by angry, misguided youth. They protect something,worth truly nothing, for reasons hardly above reproach, where the average response time is an hour-twenty and the speed limit is eighty-five.

This is the land of concrete and graffiti; broken knuckles and bloody lips; the place where gun fi
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ChokingI'm choking on these words,
these feelings,
the pain it breeds.
I'm choking on the fear
you're pushing me out of your life,
or so it seems.

I'm choking on your love
as you reach down inside of me;
pulling back everything you gave,
your heart,
my life,
the best of me.

I'm choking on the silence,
the stale air,
the distance between you and me.
I'm choking on your promises,
the hope,
the dreams you stole from me.

My heart is crushed,
while suffocating lungs,
drown on lost possibilities.
A hollow chest,
gasps for breath,
watching you destroy everything.

So fuck the world.
Just a girl and a girl,
captured in a love affair
Last NightA start to an end:

We kissed with painful passion,
between tears that couldn't wash away the hurt.

I asked you to make love to me one last time,
knowing it wasn't possible, but you tried.

You kissed my breast and collapsed,
your lips shuddering against my skin.

Holding you close to quell your quiet crying,
I cried with you, as we cried as one, for the last time.

"It's okay," was all I could manage.
And it was.  Somehow, it was all I needed.

Now that lasting memory haunts me like I need it to:

with an ache I can see,
a memory I can feel,
and salty tears I can swim in.

--
2/12/2011
A Place Once Called "Us"Deep inside my chest, my heart aches with the pressure of opposing forces exerted on it.  Behind its velvety façade, this chamber of heat and passion fills with your love.  Matching the pounding bass of the music you listen to on those difficult and daunting days, a ritual I have taken up myself to get outta my mind, I feel each thumping beat of my heart explode throughout my being.  It reverberates along each pathway; pulsing, frantic. Escape is futile and your love is contained within, where it belongs.

But on the outside of those pulsing walls, a harsh environment that buzzes enthusiastically and twitche
_untitled_I'm lost upon the path to my future,
turned around and confused.
Thought I knew which way to go,
now each step I take, I fall and bruise.

I'm scared to make a decision.
Think maybe I'll stay right here.
But the problem with freezing time,
is that time still disappears.

I only want to live my life,
with a certain happiness.
But each time I think I'm achieving that,
the picture I paint seems such a mess.

So what am I to do?
Because the truth is I only want you.
Though, the fear of failure keeps pushing me back,
and I don't think I can just wait for the chaos to ensue.

--
1/11/2011
No CompromiseI remember when it used to be,
all I felt were feelings carefree.
Now all these pained eyes see,
is heartbreak tragedy awaiting me.

I don't want to keep fooling myself,
when every time you touch me I melt.
But the truth is difficult to ignore,
something unknown's washed upon our shore.

Against my heart I open frightened eyes,
while anxiety of unwelcome endings arise.
I contemplate orchestrating our goodbyes,
but I can't because my heart's bound and tied.

A symphony of tears you've let flow,
saying you love me while pushing me out the door.
Musical notes of "can't" and "want" mock and glow,
while each of us desperately try to le

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I am arms

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Forgotten things, looked upon as flexing strong,
brackets, counter-weights, pendulum swing,
and all along, I am weak without a friend to hold; I am arms.

Raised in a V, soaking up what's gone;
breathing deep to expand my lungs,
body chills I can wrap, long and around; I am arms.

Holder of hands, to push and pull away,
I'm scared I'll never be enough,
welcoming a try to find a fit; I am arms.

Toe to toe, grasped in hand, eyes closed,
I reach around like a coat to comfort, secure,
before holding you close and letting you go; I am arms.


--
1/5/2012



Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
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What's funner than fun? Why, it's building a man on the run!
Frankenstein, to be exact...or Frankenette, perhaps.

Take a look at the ones that got it all started:
I Am A Foot Socks, powerlines, scrubby bushes in my line of view
Metal buildings, metal skies, metal plates in my head
Incandescant tubelights shifting shadowhand animals
Smiling blacklight strobedance in my psychedelic robe
I beam dollfaces onto porcelain, I am a foot

The doll army is crossing the hallow in fancy fabric dress
No ocean can keep them from lifting my bones up
Socket puppets, beware, this is the real thing, this is now
Yesterday dropped off of the edge of the flatroof, gone
Tomorrow is an egg, waiting to be broken, I am a foot

Laundryday breakaway, glean, gleam, moonbeam
Reams of dreams rolled out in the desert with pot pie
 I Am a Hand Student armies crawl Seattle in "We're the 99 percent" T-shirts
No panhandlers, no uniform, can keep my bones from aching
Marionettes, take care: this is not your place, not now
Tomorrow drips from a hot tin roof, exhausted and waiting
Today is a fried egg, broken; I am a hand

Armwarmers, telephone lines; a shattered visage in my view
Concrete sidewalks, concrete skyline, less-than-concrete dreams
Burnt-out streetlight throwing shadows on a building wall
Tear gas brickbats flow across my TV plasma screen
I knit silk boxers into doilies; I am a hand

Garbage truck castaways, hopes of a dawn long gone
Thoughts in chalk, city sidew
I Am Eyes I am eyes, that unholy duality.
There are six deer in the dead field
who have survived late fall,
with its plague of men and guns.

I am eyes, turned to the pregnant sky.
There are pockets for hands,
thick wool for feet,
but eyes take the cold head-on.

There is clamor far away. There is cackle and bray.
There is grumble and wine, there is raw meet.
Handed over like suspicion, taken like greed,
like gold from the cocoa-skinned hide-hidden
lesser gods, there disappears my world.
But I know nothing of this. I am sleepy.
I am eyes. I am knees I wait around, for a bend in the lacking.
The gravel is my nearest friend, catching
and waiting with me; I am knees.

Feet attempt to take away unheld hands.
I can not look myself in the eyes; shame
is a broken mirror. Shards of afterthought
find a home in me. I am knees.

I am always falling, in wander of the feeling
of being caught by not a friend. Yet,
it is always the gravel waiting; I am knees.

And you,
you are gone.
i am an ass here, place the burden of household malfeasance.
heard, the distaff discord, the injustice ignored.
hers, take prescription, sedation - his celebration.  
beer, nice, a keg should suffice.  Bud kept on ice.
cheers! a Sunday of football devotion. i am an ass.

fare, requested, for pizza delivered.  none give their
share. invited, ten guys too many, i guess and confess.
where, i don't know, a pair came from - prison tattooed.
there, Ralph lived up to his name, on the floor.  there's more.
a chair - i sat, in injured interior pique.  i am an ass!

the game was a rout. sadly i wallow I am a Heart a dichotomy of existence.
fragile and yet power filled;
breath fueling while stimulating life
defined by more than physiology, beyond biology.

life and death dividing,
pierce me with metal or word, and I bleed.
the ultimate unseen witness to each thought and every action.
broken, still healing in fused pieces the world leaves behind.
I am a heart.

worn for the world to see,
I shine from behind a child's eyes,
cherish lovers with passion's kiss
and comfortably wrap friendship with love.

I am more than a muscle, my numbered days unknown.
I take in all you see, that which you embrace,
and hold tomorrows aspirations safe in this dark mysteri

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*RainySkyz Jan 7, 2012
This is great. I first noticed this project on pyrrhite's page. I really want to try, but can't get into the mood to write. Had already started (2/3 through) a short story, but now I don't think I'll finish it. Anyhow, this is a cool project. I hope others will add more.
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*BeyondJen Jan 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I appreciate that.
After I saw everyone following =Bark's lead on the body part poems, I couldn't help myself; I wanted to play too! You should definitely join it. (:
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*riparii Jan 6, 2012
Sweet, the best of arms.
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*BeyondJen Jan 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're sweet, the best of you. :)
Thanks, Katie. :heart:
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`FuzzyHoser Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yep, I still love it. :heart:
And oh....oh, oh...how I love that little hint of PJ in there.

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*BeyondJen Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
D'awww, thanks, you. :heart:
Ha, I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to comment on that.
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`FuzzyHoser Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry....I had 9 million messages and got sidetracked. lol
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*BeyondJen Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No worries, although that's no excuse for not catching it when I texted it to you. Lol
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`FuzzyHoser Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I thought it was obvious, lol.
And uh....I was busy, woman!
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*BeyondJen Jan 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, yeah. Lol
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