In Case Of in this muck steps to this door are far through the cars weaving with trees I balance in my head and click on. you give a soundtrack to life inside out. I take my stories and apply like glue to the cut-out people moving by. Love, Muse
Posts Tagged ‘neighborhood’
Stop Sud
Posted in poetry, tagged anonymity, cities, city, daily life, dreams, emotion, free verse, ipod, life, meaningful living, neighborhood, passersby, people, philosophy, poetry, solitude, trains, urban life, walking, zoning out on February 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Hard Blue
Posted in poetry, tagged being young, childhood, childhood activities, childhood memories, city, cold, friends, fun, gravity, ice, ice skates, ice skating, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, memory, nature, neighborhood, nostalgia, outdoor activities, outdoors, poetry, skates, winter, youth on January 25, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Life In The Park wobble back into childhood with the ice first step on off and glide wear your feet in these leather gloves laces slide and you hold toes tight in till balance back becomes flight and semi-confidence try a turn maybe memory is not as strong as your centre of gravity Love, Muse
Black Liquor
Posted in Creative Writing, tagged body image, booze, childhood, cigarettes, decades, emotion, identity, life, life experience, loss of virginity, Love, missed opportunities, modern standards, monologues, Mothers, neighborhood, philosophy, plays, pop culture, relationships, sex, solitude, unrequited love on November 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Rosalie (Copyright Unlistedmuse, 2009) *blows smoke* Youth…what bullshit. It doesn’t matter what age you are now, really. Because you can always buy a younger face. They name the price, I can pay it. *sips from her wine* I was your age once. And I bet I did it better than you. These days it’s about [...]
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
Posted in Creative Writing, tagged animals, appocolypse, cities, city animals, identity, life, life experience, nature, neighborhood, pure evil, rodents, suirrels, Wildlife, writing on September 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I clutched my unzipped backpack to my chest, my left hand scrabbling around for my keys. Was this it? My fingers bypassed a crumb-covered pen and a wadded up plastic bag. I noticed the tiny feet inching closer to my place of terror, and I backed up a few inches. A noise to my right [...]
Unstable Ocean
Posted in Creative Writing, tagged city, dreams, free verse, identity, life, neighborhood, philosophy, solitude, work, writing on September 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Have you ever stood in the middle of something, where you could barely see the sky? Like, if you craned your head all the way back, you could maybe see the glimmer of one star and the outline of half the moon? Well the city looms like trees. Black and silver, like the kind of [...]
The Ways That I Live
Posted in poetry, tagged free verse, life, neighborhood, poetry, solitude on July 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Bust in the Hood wake every morning to the sound of diffused hate faint snatches of the echo of grownup mistakes often I find behind, on the stairs coloured pellets resting faded from the toy guns of the untaught at my table, as I eat, rough, parroted words flung lightly shoot down the rows of [...]
