Never, found a composer who could keep me composed. Never, met an artist able of painting a tone. Never, needed a novelist to write a melody before. Melt away the first and last time we kissed. Now, just a haunting song lost somewhere in the mist. Look for more poetry & photography soon! ♥ BG
Our hums collect, sour-smelling like dripping limes under dull a orb in the static sky. Shadows remind me of something sweet, puddles in your bed that felt the static cling to mingle with sweat, impatience and cool sucking lips. We become burning cinders, darting cherry bulbs that smolder. Lick a deadly smoking gun, the match […]
Eight blue cues revolve. Spider eyes on a fly spiraling toward suicide. Twisting inside. Maggots, golden, curly clues. Fake little ring dangles from a warty finger. I did not listen to “DO NOT ENTER!” Curiosity compelled me to try my bit of luck. But I’ve already lost a ruby slipper so I’m waiting on a […]
Words on her face she can’t erase (fading lies) smoothed over time. Take a second look in every single book you’ve ever read. REAFFIRM EVERY THOUGHT THAT’S IN THAT HEAD! … What’s below the horizon? Why does it go on forever? Stretched out–gripping rainbows it is unable of letting go? Never reaching for silver linings, […]
A new video poem by blastedgoat. Check out some photos I’ve snapped and a short poem I revised in this video. More videos coming soon! I will also be making a big announcement in the next few days! It has something to do with next month… in a few minutes or so anyhow…
I was sipping sweet sorrow right through his broken arrow. Silly thoughts of sometime last January: We proclaimed our willingness to leave our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths– Then, shared more than a glass or two behind frosted windows. I still see him whenever I please, but his pillow hair is made of dreams. […]
Vicious circles– living for moments between collection calls, envelopes marked: Urgent! Living in attics of ourselves, inhabiting tiny spaces in reality. Domains of potential in projections, plans and dreams are abandoned in the middle of long waits in the wrong lines. Fundamentalism robs old myths of their enduring, universal truth.
Hi. I’m blastedgoat… I like to er… write poems and such. Here is a decent poem I scrapped out of poetry workshop at UNI. I also scribbled a poem at the midnight release party for the final Harry Potter book. I drew the title loosely from a Matthew Arnold poem by the name of Dover […]
The Love Song of the Lonely J. Alfred Prufrock: A Closer Look T.S. Eliot constructs a sympathetic character named J. Alfred Prufrock through imagery and language that symbolize how Prufrock alienates himself from the rest of his decaying world. Eliot is successful in not only telling Prufrock’s unfortunate story but also conveys basic human truths […]
Emily Dickinson was a brilliant poet who challenged traditional conventions and forced readers into dark yet captivating worlds in which she explored themes such as death, religion, individuality, longing and madness. She was very perceptive of the world around her and yet cautious about her presentation to others. Today she would most likely be diagnosed […]
Strange to be here (a bookstore at midnight!) Waiting in line with the end in clear sight! Every which one sorted just after arrival allowing plenty of time to size up our rivals. Hagrids towering over, fake grizzled beards… dozens of Hermiones, a force to be feared! All came early to witness the fall, predicting […]
Stop conforming to tyranny! Don’t let it fly! Don’t let it be! This is not a time for peace and quiet. Nor, perhaps, the best of times to start a riot!
I’ll cherish as much as you will give. Considering your performance is a tasteful comic strip. Right here in front of me you stand perfected imperfections that leave my mind wide open. Wanting to turn another page only to find the book has flown out the window. We author another reality commanding nothing. Nonetheless, nervousness […]