I'm one of those people that has magnet poetry on their fridge. Recently our fridge died and I had to de-magnet before they hauled it away and brought in the new one. I knew there was no way I'd be able to remember any of the little poems that had surfaced, so I grabbed my phone and took a couple pictures. It made me think about when I moved them the first time-what a pain in the ass. No cell phone available for picture taking. I copied all that shit by hand and hoped I didn't miss any of the brilliance friends had created over the years. I found the old poetry-put together and then taken down from my first apartment door in 2001. Bear with me, there's several pages of little pieces of poem. I copied them from the door onto the page, exactly how they were displayed. Just as it was on that door over a decade ago, so it is here.
From 2001:
Passionate breath
will embrace your
mystery
Drool
Pant
Sweat
Lather
Need
all the
Juice
he has
Men
They are repulsive
he loved me
not together
have to ask
how could he?
only a boy
barely
did the
love recall
next vision
feel through
their early
symphony
vanish
like these
sad stars
purple place
blue moment
red snow
pink milk
white delirious
green diamond
peach jealousy
odd tv man
hurry, ask if I will
manipulated
by you
I
cry rain
have him need my time
sun fall
beneath to shadows
a
warm
blue
tiny
moon goddess
shall he
throw me or
keep my virtue
please hear willingly
listen even to the murmurs
you're always better
lightly seduced
please respect
when you stare
at my size
with lying eyes
I cry
suddenly
girl gone mad
smooth frantic
felt
bitter
and
black
as
death
we
surrender dark
I lust for light
I worship it's power
I chant at the storm
drop from
the sky
blessed
tongue like a knife
sweet skin under
my whispers
luscious ache
is
true love?
she is who
I am
Her
I have a garden
and petals
never
use
roses
handsome sausage in a predestined friend
rusting compassion
urge eternity
Dear love,
I'm here
tell the wife
Always
screaming
shaking
pounding
with monogamy
thine still stroke
elaborated gift
from you
blows.
say with a delicate moan
read
ENORMOUS
language
boil
your
head
empty remember
one thousand breaths
turn those hours
was she like a child?
see? still weak
from
two
to
one
have romance
sensual trust
drive me fast
But, she's forever
watch the forest
want my life
open road
may trudge
fall
after me
bewitch cupid
think mostly in here
soar
like
music
sun spray
fiddle
with
smelly feet
Be here
Don't iron
not true
mad spirit
smooth wish
would flood with lies less
so
be
it
come
off the
picture
he comes to me when he's falling
because he knows I'll hold him up
There are a lot of little snippets that perfectly reflect my feelings during that time of my life. Some of the words are sad, some are desperate for companionship, some are silly.
I don't have nearly as much for the more recent group of door poems. Over a decade later my poetry is more lived then told through magnets. I still get inspired sometimes though...
From 2015:
*Again, all poems have been relayed exactly as they were displayed. (And you know that's the truth, cause it rhymed)
from
the
thousand
pound
sad
eat
less
only head sweat
a cold day
in spring
could
never
smooth
time
manipulate iron and earth for blood
did my
mothers weak breath
rob me
from milk
to honey
two finger read
warm spray
sudden light for the garden
shadow about to surrender
a cold day
in spring
why even worship
red
moon
gone
beneath
kindred
blue
star
arm
her essential
ache
we
soar
they
rust
my
enormous
moment
chocolate puppy sausage meat
winter is coming
dream
through
night
mad
by
morning
please play
smeary drool
live
delirious
drunk
frantic
easy
luscious
gentle
raw
fast
open
but
like
life
boiling stare of compassion
I
always
mist
the music
will ask father winter
you
must
run
and
vanish
those who begin behind triumph
wind symphony of death
repulsive skin suit
sordid
tongue
blue as your peach
but shine pink and white
dark knife apparatus
wonder
show
rain like wind
no flood
TV void
a
smooth
delicate
whisper
being in love
one
bed
together
dance
let
none
think
mean
good can take great power
scream to elaborate
urge
want
ask
listen
tell
sing
speak
yell
question
communicate
green
purple
fluff
when
beauty sleeps with
bittersweet
eternity
have
lazy
need
why
talk
language
at all
There's a new fridge now. Clean surface, waiting for creativity to strike. I hope I can find the right words.
:)
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