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Working.

I am sorry I havent been posting up anything new on my blog.
I've been busy working on my own book, homemade and everything.
Before I was organizing my notebooks, finding poems and ideas, collecting them.
To know how much material I have, and also to begin choosing the poems/short stories I want for my book.
Now that I've chosen 52 poems, I am typing them all.
So please, if you come here regularly or every once in a while,  to find nothing has updated.
I want you to know what I've been doing.
I'm very excited for this book, having it be printed/made in my room.
All on my own.
Its going to be a very proud accomplishment.
And I'd be a little bitch if I didn't follow through with my dreams.
I don't wanna be that.

Once I have completed my book and made a certain amount of copies, Im going to sell them for $5.
I'm going to make a facebook event of where to buy the book, from me upfront personally.
And if you don't live around me and want a book,
do not be afraid to email me your address, because I will mail it to you.
I'll buy my own stamps/folder envelopes, because I think it'll be really cool doing something like that.
(you send the $5 first of course)
Dont think of it as so much of a 'hassle', im going 50/50 on it with you also, so we balance within the complications (if any) on sending through mail personally.
Plus, wouldnt that be cool?! I think so.
If this interest any of you reading this, I thank you.
If you want to buy a book, I thank you and please keep posted.
The facebook event will come soon.

Email me at: anthonybooth1754@yahoo.com

I'm 32 poems out of 52 as of right now, I might finish by the end of today.
Im pretty excited.

The Lion Monkey Elephant Blanket.

My best to keep warm,
underneath a small blanket,
that I’m too tall for.
Cold shoulders sleeping,
or both feet dangling out,
for the boogyman.
Curled cozy perfect,
awoken after stretching,
with a morning wood.
Another nights rest,
hopefully a mailbox scene,
with my tulip love.
When the nights over,
crawling back to my dream cloud,
my best to keep warm.

5 haikus.

7/25/12
23:12:12

Cigarettes.

Nic, a teen dwelling amongst others in a packed box.
“I cant wait until I get out of Malboro.
“Shut up over there!” one yelled from the corner wall.

A damaged coffin nails last words before tobacco trickled out his head. “My cig, you don’t know what’s outside this box. Who knows if we’d want to even leave this harsh environment. None of us do. We might miss it once we’re chosen to find out. Knowing that, I’m content with where I’ve been placed. And you should be too.”

My friend Ricky Lee began smacking a pack of stoges he stole, maybe two moments ago.
“Why do you tap the box like that?” Kcalb asked behind the glasses.
“Its kinda like-” beating louder continuously “waking them up, making them fresh.”
“Oh.”

“Its opening.” Nic announced.
Everyone inside began cheering, congratulating, wishing him luck being the first chosen.
Placed between dry lips, “Got a spark?”
Kcalb assisted, thinking of his participation, and glanced at Nic.

“What?” confused, as the tick of an empty lighter ticks, showing spark flame.
“Oh no, shit-guys! Hey! Help!” Ricky put the stolen Reds 100s in his back pocket.
Within the quick seconds left to himself.
Not knowing fate designed, cram packed aligned with nineteen others. “They’re all gonna experience-” gets the lighter working, “this.”
Each puff puffed blew clouds of Nics soul, second hand flowing with the air.
While normal conversations continued.
“Do you smoke stoges Kcalb?”
“Naw man, if I were to fuck up my lungs, it’d be with weed.”
“Hmm, understandably true.” Ricky tossed the butt of a still lit cigarette, and off we went.

Nic was smoked in the Hi Ho parking lot.
Giving lung cancerous revenge, however many years later.
As warned on the box.

14:24:37
7/20/12

His Dream.

A young boy has a lover at school, but she doesn't notice him.
He smiles as she walks past him, but still doesn't notice him.
Walking home after a long embarrassing day, he grows weary and lays his ambitious head.
Strolling down a street he noticed a golden necklace through a window in a shop outside of town.
With just the right amount of money he was able to purchase the necklace hoping his lover would notice him if he made his move.
Within little time, he approached her front door,
she answered with a surprised face as he said no words simply holding out the golden necklace with a smile on his face.
She looked in his eyes and accepted his gift,
with all confidence, he walked his way home hoping shes thinking of him just as he is to her.
He ran his way to his room to scream in his pillow full of excitement and glee,
he jumped from his feet landing on his bed having him wake up.
Wondering what just happened, disappointed at how real everything felt.
Agreeing that it was to good to be true, he walked his way to school.
Passing by his lovely darling giving her only a sympathetic smirk,
she looked in his eyes and smiled right back at him giving a very secretive wink.
He noticed her neck glowed with the shine of gold that came from the necklace.
"It's really beautiful." she said, "Let's hangout sometime?"
In shock and confusion, he gasped for the air that she stole from him.
He nodded his head as she walked away.
Heading their own separate ways, the boy laughed in grief at himself and his dream.


5/9/11
23:06

Earlier This Morning.

"You busy today?"
looked at watch, "Only Wednesday."
No, I'm staying home.
"Why not ever leave?
alone all hours must suck,
if you believe that."
"In my room, I am
a someone doing something
writing and watching.

10:31:22
7/11/12

3 haiku, one scene.

recently

Ive been organizing all of my notebooks, to know how many poems/ ideas I have in each one, then adding them all together. Along that way of working for the past few days, I havent posted anything. I've been wanting to post, but get so caught up in keeping everything hidden until I release it. 

Though with all that thought of, I still wanted to post some legit poems I really like. Those being the most recent 3 I just posted. 

The Fear Of The Color

"The Black 199."

Like Him.

I enjoyed writing these as much as reading them over and over again. 

enjoy thinking!