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AGE: 29
LOC: Pearland, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 31

I never know what to say in these things …  I am a 25 year old Houston born poet.

My poetry blog is at javaverses.blogspot.com. I post only poetry there, and as I edit I try to repost so I can show the progression of a poem. I also occasionally have audio clips of me reading.

I take poetry very seriously, I think it is important and undervalued in our society. I believe poetry teaches us how to look through another’s eyes where we can see more than just the events unfolding, but also the raw emotions.

I enjoy both going to and participating in poetry readings. Poetry, for me, starts on the page, but when it is spoken it truly lives.

I have been writing as long as I can remembe…

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Poetry / Identity Theft
Version 1
4 Reviews   3 Comments
With the loss of oil derricks, And the fall of Enron, With high rise condos Taking over established slums, Cowboy boots gave way to Combat boots & Birkenstocks A resurgence of culture From the wreckage of roads Still in progress We nod, tip our imaginary hats As we say "Mornin ya’ll" With a drawl to your clichés
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Version 1
5 Reviews   5 Comments
I’m interested in the way your mind ticks. I want to disassemble you down to bare cogs. Analyze depressions folded in shadows for the markings That rendered the many succinct parts of you. Train my fingers along the contour of the frame that holds it all in. Appreciate the beauty of how each portion works together, The collection of experiences that turns and tunes your time piece. I want to know why each thought was created, Where it traveled before it reached my ears. The rhythmic tattoo of...
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Poetry / I am this night
Version 1
4 Reviews   1 Comment
I watch you dance Upon treacherous rocks In a meditative state Body singing the story of pain Elegant hands caressing air As though it could feel you too . . . In envy of your grace Courage, freedom of movement In envy of your haven Though you brought me here I am still the outsider I always will be Here you are one In solitude On these waters Inside this breezy night Unseen hand can reach you Feel you, caress you Together, but alone I am this night
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Version 1
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“I looked at her, she looked the same as she always had” What had changed? Years of married suburban life, at some point . . . someone, for some reason . . . I can’t understand, stopped . . . touching. How did it begin, the beginning of the end? I feel as though we’d been in the dénouement for years. Was it me . . . was it her? The touching, it’s one of those things best remembered when reciprocated. Like a dime store romance, “He grabbed her body, embraced her. She raised her head, brushed h...
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Version 1
4 Reviews   3 Comments
Spinning, twirling, I draw out my terrycloth crusaders cape, capture him, small and warm into my arms. Trapped by my body, I bend low, press my lips to his nape. Whisper “I love you” and hope he can hear it echo in his skin.
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Very intresting poem. Nice strong visuals through out. I think it would be less redundant if you changed the word consern in one of the places where it is used. Personally I would like to see it expanded, and elaborated. However,just as it is, it is still a plesuable read.
I think you could use a little work on the dialogue and need a little more character development. Those two areas seemed a little flat, but otherwise you seem to have a simple smooth flowing story.
Poetry / Relocations
You have three movements here that can stand alone, although I see the common thread they have that allows them to act as a single work also. It seems you are talking about both an ended relationship and your relationship with the sky or space (for the lack of a better way to describe it). One thing that throws me off a little is that the “Iâ is completely removed from the 1st movement, and ever present in the 2nd & 3rd. With each movement alone it’s not a problem, but together it distances t...
I found the title caught my attention, and the first stanza creates some nice build up, but then it just falters out. I don’t really have any specific critique for you, except that it seems to be more of an intro than a completed work.
Poetry / Monsters
I like the idea, but I found it to be too simplistic. I would like to see more descriptions and more of a conclusion. As it is most of the characters are very cliché, they need more detail to become real for a reader. Give the monster some teeth, give the characters some blood!