This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Untitled 4/23/2010

Lay your head on my shoulder
Stain my shirt with salt and sorrow
Purge it all away, hold on to nothing
Pure it all upon me, drown me in your pain
I’ll do whatever I can to make it all go away
I’ll shoulder your burdens
I’ll tend to your wounds
I’ll support your weight as you claw yourself up
I’ll push you out of the abyss
Do not ever look back
Leave the worries down here with me
I’ll keep them far from you forever
All I ask is that you keep going forward
Don’t let your conscious linger
One of us has to make it out alive
And I’m making sure it’s you
So live life, love vigorously, and enjoy happiness
Do not morn me, or my lot
For your slightest merriment I would sacrifice my whole infinitely
And know I could do no greater good
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3 comments:

  1. JS FarthingThursday, April 29, 2010 at 5:50:00 PM PDT

    No greater love then to sacrifice self...

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  2. AnonymousThursday, April 29, 2010 at 6:14:00 PM PDT

    those kind of loves never leave us. i still mourn over a love that was never really mutual that is the hardest if not the most impossible kind of love to get over.

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  3. Marshmallow ManSunday, May 2, 2010 at 7:56:00 PM PDT

    4th like should read Pour not pure

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