poems

i love the challenge of form poetry, especially the invented poetry types. it excites me to see what my words do to a form and vice versa. i love my personal stamp on it, because there it is, no matter what, one's very own distinct voice. i have wanted these in a separate collection for a long time and here it is.

i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

Poetry#216 on 7th Mar 2014 :) Poetry#231 on 27th Feb 2014 :) A book consisting of my childhood poetry. I hope you guys have a happy time reading it. :)

This is a poem about the emptiness inside after the treatments of ECT.

The poetic tale of a young slave's life.

And there was me, trying to be nice.

One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Vincent van Gogh, letter to his brother, July 1880 (ruby's letters may be read in any order, but the oldest is no 1.)