Welcome to my online poetry corner. All of these poems are original poems written by me. I hope that you enjoy them. If you do, send me an e-mail letting me know how much you liked them. If you don't like them and you want to tell me how much you think I suck, you can also send me an e-mail by clicking the above link or by sending an e-mail to fuzzcat@yahoo.com from your favorite e-mail program.
"Everyday Mysticism" - I wrote this poem one day in class. I started writing it in my English Romantic Literature course and finished it in my Contemporary American Lit course. I really see my poetry going in a new direction with the writing of this poem. To be honest, I was kind of worried about writing poetry in the wake of the behemoth that is "Happily Ever After". I mean, where do you go after such a inclusive poem? This poem kind of answered that for me. Or at least it pointed me in a new direction.
"Happily Ever After" - At last it ends, or - at the very least - it stops. This poem is my epic. "Happily Ever After" is who I am and who I can never be. It is probably the most important thing I've ever written, and it was also the hardest. If you want to gain a lot of insight into my thoughts and dreams, take the time to read this poem.
"echoes fading" - I wrote this poem one day this summer as I was waiting for my developmental psychology class to start. So many of our relationships are ambiguous. Ambiguous relationships are especially bad for pessimistic people because we only fear the worst. When paranoid suspicions prove true, does that make them gut instincts?
"Epilogue to a Nightmare" - I wrote most of this poem in my head one day when I was at work. When I got home, I wrote all the stuff that was in my head on an Outlook note. There are times when I see the world through dark glasses. This was one of those times.
"nothing" - I wrote this poem when I got in from my friend (Saint) Jessi's graduation. This isn't so much a poem as much as it's a transcript of my thoughts.
"On Earrings and the Stoppage of Pus" - I wrote this little poem one evening during finals weeks of the '98 spring semester. I was chatting with my friend Lisa (who is just the nicest, prettiest girl with the bluest eyes I have ever seen) on AOL Instant Messenger. During the conversation, she was playing with an earring she had gotten in her ear. Then, her ear began to ooze a noxious pus. I put my English major skills to work and wrote this poem to try and make her feel better. I'm told that the girls upstairs enjoyed it.
"In the End" - This is actually the lyrics to a song that I wrote. I finished this song after my girlfriend broke up with me. However, I actually came up with the refrain "It's unnatural to be with you," one day not long after I started playing the guitar.
"Nothing More to Say" - This is another one of my songs that I just felt I should put on the poetry page. I originally performed this on my acoustic guitar in a talent show at a Beta Club district meeting. I actually finished this song the night before the competition.
"Teacup" - A teacup is broken and so are dreams. I wrote this poem for one of my English classes in high school. The assignment was to make a poem that conjured up an image. I sat down with my pen and wrote this. This is one of my favorite poems that I've written.
"Observer" - I wrote this poem during the summer between my junior and senior years in high school. I wrote it in my journal that I had been keeping for my English class the previous year. There are times when you just feel like such an outsider.
"Little Things" - What happens when the thing you love most was never yours to begin with? I wrote "Little Things" during the summer in between high school and college. I was feeling a powerful mix of emotions, and I picked up a pen to try and make an exact transcript of what was flying through my head.
"By the Waters of the Suwannee" - This is a poem that I wrote during my sophomore year of high school. It's actually patterned after Psalms 137.
"Understanding" - One day during my senior year of high school, I was sitting in front of my computer; and I had an interesting idea that just wouldn't go away. I quickly fired up Sound Recorder and spoke this poem into my microphone. It floated around on the hard drive as a wav file until one day I transcribed it.
"Love"- In my mind, love is more than mere passion. Love is the everyday existence and interaction with another person. Love happens in the ordinary. Nothing speaks to me of love like a older married couple who have lived together for so long, but they still find joy in talking to each other about nothing at all. This poem is only three lines long. I think I originally wrote it in my journal.
"Dark Retribution" - I wrote this poem after I had went to see "Interview with the Vampire" in the theatre with some friends of mine. It was after one o'clock in the morning, and I was in a really strange and dark mood.
"But This Is America..." - Racism makes me angry. Growing up in small southern towns, I saw a lot of injustice. I think I wrote this in class one day when I was in high school. Even though the lynchings have stopped in the South, people are still being devoured by hate. That makes me sick. And very angry.
"Equal Sign" - This poem is only four lines long, but I like it. I wrote this during high school and published it in "Dream Wheel 96", a literary publication that we did in high school.
"Pharisee" - This is another short high school poem. How often do we allow ourselves to be so caught up in American materialism that we forget our responsibility for the other person?
"The Ides of March" - This is a light-hearted little poem that I wrote in my journal for one of my high school English classes. Don't think too hard about this one. To my knowledge, there is no deep meaning at play here. I just wrote this on March 15 of my junior year because the topic we were supposed to write on was "The Ides of March." I liked it and now it's on my poetry page.
"Reality" - This is one of my earlier poems. I wrote this in somewhere between five and ten minutes. I just wrote what came to my mind and filled a piece of notebook paper.
"Not a wind is stirring..." - This poem is a lot like "Reality". It was written at about the same time using very similar methods.
"The road of sunflowers and roses and smiles..." - When I look at this poem, I see it as a connection between my earlier works and later works. It shares elements of both styles. I originally wrote this poem near the end of my high school journal.
"Death of a Child" - I really think that the death of a child is one of the most tragic events that occurs in life. I wrote this poem to include in a poetry collection that I had to turn in for an English project in the tenth grade.
"I would paint this day..." - This is another poem that came out of my junior-year English journal from high school. Mrs. Klepper (one of my favorite teachers ever) put this topic on the board and told us to write about it.
"Life" - Growing up can be a defeat. I turned this poem in as a (yet another) high school English project. We bordered them with colorful paper and hung them on the walls for parents' night. That way the parents could see that we were doing something in school.
"You're reveling in the gaieties..." - This is another poem about the cynicism that comes with growing up. I wrote this right after my friend George L. Smith died. He was like a grandfather to me.
"In the Morning" - I wrote this poem in my journal one night when I was thinking about old friendshps that had faded away. I really wonder why friends grow apart. I mean, someone can be your best friend; and then, three years down the road, you have nothing to talk about.
"Melancholy Jubilation" - This is another poem that I had to write for Mrs. Klepper's class. We were supposed to write a poem with a regular rhythym about the upcoming Christmas holidays. I wasn't in a festive mood.
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