Poems: a collection of works by twelve young Kansas poets
I had the wonderful opportunity to share a great semester with talented poets, and our collection, “Poems: a collection of works by twelve young Kansas poets” was privately published at the end of our semester. It was also dedicated to my roommate, Kristine Andersen, who passed away October 7, 2012. If you’re a loved one of Kristine Andersen, email me via my Contact Page, and I will send you the link for distributing.
Unfortunately, I cannot offer to sell this collection, but I thought I would share the poems inside, so read below!
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Enjoy!
Dear Depression,
You beg me to embrace your hold forever,
yet I dream, doubt,
understand and can’t,
walk away, habitually return, then depart again.
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You desire all my tears and condolence.
You enjoy the challenges of my day.
Nighttime’s another story, which dares you.
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You dance tenderly, sing at me sincerely,
cozy with love neither real nor true,
hold my hands in contemplation,
warm them with my dread.
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In your beliefs, I’m always safer,
which is desired, but why never a different way?
Every dream interprets changing lives for us.
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You only smile when I stare ahead blankly,
and encourage that by dreading all mistakes,
plenty, quickly forgiven.
Stare damn far away, and memorize my tears.
Next: push me; it would be better.
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You crave me to die merely for you and by you,
preferably in a populous, watchful crowd,
yet my fate never curses tomorrow’s day,
sunshine closing in with one stop sign.
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Every day I fell in love with you,
I argue a commitment. To then from never,
yet you gaze at me with love,
since you don’t want to begin all over again either.
…
Happy He
Backwards understanding of hands compared,
hurting the distance parallel to mine.
Something tangible questions the unanswered:
Look up.
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Only one second before, defined egos became a long time.
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Something tangible is the silent bee, happening among the never will of
I. Don’t. Think.
Back to him: the okay will of the bee, the sunset and me, these days that may be my last.
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Come back to my waiting: take what you cannot take, and write a letter to the gray:
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Dear Living Dead, forward moving time,
Together yourself holds, honestly caring, waiting for you to come back,
that we’ve done too, weak of the week.
Myself is kept when depressed
as long as it is True.
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I Won’t Use THE Word
Harder tried is our home’s happiness.
Lessons collected: heard, felt, changed–alive.
Go away.
My lasting days of
Darkened distance, constantly reminding of time, flooded back.
Go away. To both of them.
How could you not enjoy this?
The rules of life are nothing that cannot be fixed.
Two reasons: shape up and smack me in the face.
Bipolar yes, bipolar no.
Truth hurts without a lie.
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Slightly Broken Hearted
Tear down everything / in 10 hours and 10 minutes.
How damaged are you \ when we wait and see?
I miss you, I miss this / heart and mind and soul.
My over-packed day of \ seeing you go, go, go, go.
This metaphorical cave / won’t allow a yellow canary in.
Unpredictable honesty \ changes everything maybe.
An anonymous loving / message frolics in chaos.
Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night.
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Database
Why can’t I Google every answer to life’s most important questions?
Why can’t I Google every answer to life’s most important quote?
Why can’t I Google every answer to life’s most i?
Why can’t I Google every answer to life’s motto?
Why can’t I Google every answer to lies?
Why can’t I Google every answer tomorrow?
Why can’t I Google every abbreviation?
Why can’t I Google everything?
Why can’t I get a job?
Why can’t we be friends?
Why is the sky blue?
Walmart.
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Showing results for: life shortcuts.
Did you mean: how do I learn?
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Ingenue Cad
Bright plight coins of guilty pleasure,
the vagina vernacular of Lolita’s princess.
Her castle kingdom of jail where
electrocution is illegal and rape it too (but only one happens anymore.)
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Despite a monster mask
…Guilty until proven innocent.
Blood on his hands,
…Still reasonable doubt.
Fuck you flannel of worship.
…Two wrongs makes indifference in the court.
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Catalyst of Karma,
Drive me to sanity–please.
…You’re in luck. I’m heading that way.
Drive. Drive!
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Delectable flesh of childhood.
Breathe, she be. Scream banshee.
A monstrous nightmare–a childhood fear–that we assume was imagined behind closed doors.
Thanks for dropping by. Good journey.
Wow, you are quite the poet! These were curiously beautiful… thanks for sharing!
I read your clever: /\/\/\ as a fence. Grief calls for boundary.
I enjoy your poetry! Would you consider submitting work to the Short Attention Press?? If so, you can email me at lanemeyer010101@gmail.com
“Slightly Brohen Hearted” weaves the speaker (and me, the reader) now here, now there, a registry of “love” or love. Lovely irony.
Love this set of poems! Great job!
These are one of a kind, Shannon. I’ll definitely look into the book, and to your
future.
Enjoyed these much with “Slightly Broken Hearted” standing out as my hands down favorite of these. Very clever writing. And thanks for following “poetry anf then some”
DiAnne
Well selected words. Distinct voice. Enjoyed reading them.
“Dear Depression” speaks to me… beautifully written – sad and comforting. You’re a beautiful writer
Really great poems! I think Database might be my favorite. I like poems that point at our strange, modern ways.
Database is probably my favorite too–out of the ones they chose from my collection. Most of my poems are like that. I like messing with our modern ways as well. I had a lot of Facebook poems, and, as Facebook adjusted their formats, I made new poems, showing the adjustment. Alas, they weren’t chosen, but maybe I’ll post them in the future
~SAT
‘Database’ is my favourite!
I loved your selection of poems. I found ‘Dear Depression’ very touching, and my favourite would have to be ‘Database.’ – so funny and so true. Thanks for sharing