tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45543761182589962972023-11-15T10:42:09.038-08:00untitled 1bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-59600768233587584962009-02-09T12:50:00.000-08:002009-02-09T13:09:39.975-08:00Home<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Last night I felt like I was<br />home.<br />My eyes were closed and warm<br />foreboding sleep<br />and rain met sidewalk<br />like the thud of a pillow.<br />The room was thick with darkness<br />and silent, save the soft fall<br />outside of my window.<br />I started to drift,<br />my body swaying between<br />sleep and cognizance<br />and I thought I was home.<br /></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-76658307845526669042009-01-14T20:09:00.000-08:002009-01-14T20:26:34.975-08:00<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I wear my heart on my sleeve,<br />outermost layer<br />Exposed shine or<br />impaling rain.<br />I don't expect much<br />I just<br />need<br />you<br />to want<br />me.<br />Gratify me<br />take me from the corner<br />(nobody puts baby there)<br />and put me on your<br />pedestal.<br />Make me feel<br />special,<br />like I<br />mean something,<br />matter.<br /><br />I am a leaky faucet<br />taste the salt on my<br />lips.<br />Listen to the<br />soft and sad<br />vibrato<br />of my<br />bleeding heartstrings.<br />I am sick to my stomach<br />with<br />angst induced nausuea.<br />Just reach in and<br />rip it out,<br />I am better off<br />without it.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-9791385804952095592009-01-12T20:27:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:36:29.907-08:00The Line's Break<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">You are bold-type face<br />jump.<br />You twist, turn,<br />curl in a<br />sadistic macabre<br />frolic.<br /><br />You are<br />significant,important.<br />You are<br />intelligent design, sent<br />to pen from frontal<br />lobe.<br /><br />You are<br />The Intended;<br />Married to the page, making<br />love to line after<br />sweet line.<br /><br />Your body bends in schematic<br />dexterity.<br />Your heart pounds,<br />Trying to escape<br />your rib<br />cage. Beat<br />beat beat, creating<br />rhythm, thumping<br />furiously.<br /><br />Your hands reach to<br />sky, grasping expertly<br />for a tangible climax.<br /><br />At the end of your<br /> consummation, you fall<br />dead, in<br />aesthetic grace.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-80393328813008454072009-01-12T17:36:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:41:15.840-08:00Autumn<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I. I am the<br /> Girl Who Dances in Rain.<br /><br /> I am not graceful<br /> I am no ballerina<br /> As I gulp and absorb<br /><br /> I am just one<br /> twirling and falling and soaking<br /> drenched in cool autumn rain<br /> I am just at peace with the water gods.<br /><br />II. I am falling down<br /> in slow motion,<br /> in a fuzzy daydream.<br /> I twirl, my body spins 'til I hit pavement.<br /> I am one with red yellow orange<br /> I am one with leaves,<br /> dancing, floating.<br /> I am falling down,<br /> I am detached from home<br /> I do not gasp or try to hold on,<br /> I am a free spirit<br /> I am alone<br /> I drift in and out of being.<br /> My body drifts.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-13430578805652964952009-01-12T17:30:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:35:23.473-08:00Writing Poetry<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Sometimes i feel like<br />writing poetry,<br />like being important for<br />a few moments as<br />I<br />create<br />Art.<br />I want to escape<br />angry words<br />bad drivers<br />long, crowded hallways.<br />I want to become<br />one<br />with wet streets<br />sinewy trees<br />and my thesaurus.<br />I sit<br />I pretend<br />that I am a poet<br />a creative artsy beatnik<br />in a beret and thick eyeliner.<br />But I am just a little girl<br />in blue jeans and loafers.<br />But sometimes<br />I feel like writing poetry.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-17323506800184201132008-12-20T07:28:00.000-08:002008-12-20T07:31:54.401-08:00Insomnia<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Why am i up to greet the sun?<br />Sleep is foreign,<br />folklore that I vaguely remember.<br />The sky is cold blue<br />and the ground is frozen and covered<br />by a veil of falling snow.<br />I am sitting in the dark of the room<br />the sun<br />blocked by clouds<br />meekly slips between venetian blinds<br />but all in vain;<br />the room is still a cave,<br />a den of lethargy and evaded sleep.<br />Maybe tomorrow it will be easier<br />to slumber,<br />when you are gone<br />for good and my mind can<br />stop spinning.<br />Or maybe next week.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-9459686877831654102008-12-16T05:24:00.000-08:002008-12-16T16:09:06.859-08:00Where I'm From/Who I Am<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from puddle jumping </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">and umbrella hopping.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from running through</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">the rain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">drops kissing my face and hair.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from Pioneer Square,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">running to Starbucks as we wait</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">for the tree to be lit.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from MAX and good friends,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">traveling towards obscure</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">shops, waiting to be found.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from Hawthorne and Belmont,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">in search of used clothes and videos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">New York style bagels and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Beautiful pizza.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from the murky depths </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">of the beautiful brown Willamette,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">decorated with spoiled diapers and </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">hazardous salmon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from j-walkers and roadkill,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">from hippies and hipsters-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am from Portland.</span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-75300657291449843212008-12-09T15:01:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:04:45.660-08:00Dry<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have lost my art.<br />Poetry used to nourish my body<br />like water running<br />through the<br />veins<br />of an evergreen tree.<br />Now I am barren.<br />Bones brittle and<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disintegrating</span>, begging<br />for<br />something, anything;<br />for passion<br />or even<br />lust.<br />Pragmatism<br />has infected my brain<br />and spread.<br />These malignant<br />tumors<br />have left me<br />numb.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-41053305986443357332008-12-09T14:56:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:59:11.524-08:00I'm sorry, but what was your name again?<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am forgettable,<br />forgotten.<br />I have<br />escaped<br />memory and thought.<br />I am nameless<br />clueless.<br />I am the spaghetti<br />stain<br />on the other side<br />of the cushion.<br />I am<br />the sock<br />left<br />at summer camp.<br />I am<br />math homework.<br />I am the stranger<br />on the sidewalk.<br />I have set up camp<br />in your junk drawer<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-44925360302394717292008-12-09T14:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:48:41.745-08:00Portland at Midnight<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The night is damp and freezing. Stale raindrops drip down my shirt from the bus stop awning, and send shivers down my spine. My hair smells like cigarette smoke and a still drying spot on my jeans smells suspiciously of beer. The rain has slowed to a violent drizzle but the murky puddles have already become oceanic. My shoes are wet; my socks are soaked; my feet are frozen. My head is reeling and foggy as I lean degectedly against the cold glass of the bus stop shelter. A man sitting on a bench oggles me from beneath his Goucho Marx eyebrows. His jeans have grease stains that may very well have dripped down from his slick hair. I pray that the Number 4 comes soon and that he is going a different route. I close my eyes and fantasize a warm bed and a shower; burning water and cleansing steam.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-54327381823015335352008-12-09T14:34:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:39:58.847-08:00A Monday, Mid August<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I. <blockquote>Watched the sun set as I walked to work. The is is low and glows pink like a highlighter. Clouds soon devour it and hold it hostage till late afternoon.</blockquote><br /><br />II. <blockquote>Glorious, glorious rain! The sky is flat gray- the color sandstone, and i couldn't be happier. It's sweater weather; sixty-six and perfect.</blockquote><br /><br />III. <blockquote>Hot chocolate and a cheese bagel.</blockquote><br /><br />IV. <blockquote>Book store paradox; Bukowski or Pahlinuik? Mermaid Chair or Inferno? Too many choices. I leave before I can change my mind.</blockquote><br /><br />V. <blockquote>Greek pizza at the Blind Onion. Feta, Artichoke, Pesto.<br /><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-91515310943965252312008-12-09T14:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:32:08.203-08:00Evergreen<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I see your life<br />as an<br />evergreen<br />tree,<br />glowing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">effervescent</span>.<br />When time changes<br />maples and willows to<br />shades of age<br />and death,<br />you stay<br />green,<br />verdant and alive.<br />You stand<br />tall<br />and proud<br />like the Douglas Fir<br />whose needles are<br />forever<br />green.<br />I see your life<br />and it stays<br />like a photograph.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-37000338443856793272008-12-09T14:22:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:26:27.644-08:00Autumn<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My heart is frozen<br />over.<br />Icycles<br />like frigid fingers,<br />stiff and swollen,<br />solidify around the edges<br />of the<br />torpid muscles in<br />my body.<br />Autumn bites my bare skin, leaving<br />tiny puncture marks.<br />Chills<br />like blood<br />sluice through my veins.<br /><br />Gelid rain<br />accosts the sky<br />beating it to a<br />matte pulp.<br />The sun is obscured,<br />hiding itself in<br />trepidation;<br />all ardor<br />is extinguished.<br /><br />Leaves like fallen soldiers<br />are strewn<br />across the wet black roads.<br />Piles of them lay<br />as funerary monuments.<br /></span></span>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4554376118258996297.post-1964891960410742582008-12-09T12:44:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:13:56.896-08:00Baby<div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I wear my</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">heart on my sleeve,</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">outermost layer</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Exposed shine</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">or</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">impaling</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">rain.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I don't expect much</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I just</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">need</span> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">you</span> </span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">to want</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">me.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Gratify</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">me</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Take me from</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">the corner</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">(nobody puts</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">baby there)</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">and put me</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">on your</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">pedestal.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Make me</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">feel</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">special,</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">like I</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">mean something, </span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">matter.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ></span> </div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I am a leaky</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">faucet.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Taste </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> salt on my</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">lips</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Listen</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">to the </span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">soft and sad</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">vibrato</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">of my</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">bleeding</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">heartstrings.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I'm sick to my stomach</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">with </span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">angst</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">induced nausea.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Just</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">reach in and</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">rip it out,</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I'm better off</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">without</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">it.</span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ></span> </div><div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></div>bethanygamotishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222359503972251108noreply@blogger.com0