Sometimes my poetry reflects the back-side of the mirror.
This is my place of introspection.


Strangled by choices
not my own, my heart bleeds its
last red drop of hope.

Ali
february 28, 2007
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broken, so broken.
Jagged, mismatched heap of pain,
because i was small.

Ali
february 28, 2007
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The hole in my heart
leaks all of my love for you
like tears on the floor.

Ali
february 28, 2007

I love to take a little note book with me when we go out with friends. I will often pass it around, giving each person in the group an opportunity to contribute. The Haiku that follow is from one such evening.


counting on fingers
repeating words, could be wrong
is this haiku right?

Marty Schmidt
april 29, 2005
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The sky sheds a tear.
Alone through the sky it falls
and kisses my cheek.

Tom Weismuller
april 29, 2005
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darkness consumes light,
seeking hands, quiet mind, see
a new day dawns bright

Alicia Schmidt
april 29, 2005
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