Bogsy

Cordova, United States

Sophomore at the University of the South: Sewanee. English major hoping to be published someday. In my free time I enjoy writing,...

I attend the University of the South in Sewanee, TN where I am majoring in English. In my free time I like to write music for my band, Particle Traffic, and write poetry and fiction. I hope you enjoy my work and I would love to hear your thoughts and creative works as well.

I graduate this year. My life has seen many ups and downs. For the longest time I wrote nothing but inspiration has many forms and I am feeling the muse once again. Please feel free to comment/criticize my work and I’ll gladly do the same for yours.

  • Age: 24
  • Joined: July 2010

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Philistine

His oily hair hangs shoulder-length. / His breath still stinks of cigarettes.

This Summer in Memphis

we counted quarters and doled out dimes / saving for next week, just hoping for the time to sleep.

From Down the Mountain

Like them, my passion outgrew my reason / and I burned too bright to last you long enough, / shining for one long night to remember / years…

Orange Juice is my Muse

Slowly shirking lethargy / And sacrificing warmth, / I bare my skin before the cold / And quiet early morn.

I Speak Only of Arms

_Forwards is the ride! / To a star, to a galaxy / One hundred thousand miles away, / To Saturn herself we Ride!

Grounded

we’re stumbling through this humdrum world, half-blind / and reaching out always,

Entropy

You don’t feel it. / You can’t feel it . / But everything is moving away from us -- / The stars, the galaxies, / All of it -- /…

This Ship is Sinking

Is that sky or sea / That whips the beach

Lunch for Two

With a hint of lust and a glint / of intrigue, I instigated the conversation. / And you asked, “Are you Jennifer’s husband?…

Finding Your China

For every other star that glows / And pulsates with some ion flow / In time becomes some gaping hole, / as embers leave a dying coal.

What You Want to Hear

A lump forms in my throat– / This frog that cannot croak. / I see what you have been I think / I see what you will be I think / I see so mu…

Thieves

We watched as waves unfolded — / Spilling thoughts onto the land, / And rummaged through their contents / As if for us they had been …
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