Paige Nielsen


Paige Nielsen Poems

1. Secrets 4/1/2009
2. This Relationship Has Turned Into A Game Of Keep-Away 4/1/2009
3. Once Upon A Midnight Dreary 4/6/2009
4. A Day To Celebrate The Dead 4/30/2009
5. Textbook Cemetery 4/30/2009
6. Dear Mister Crowley... 4/30/2009
7. Ode To A Chalice 5/9/2009
8. Birth 5/9/2009
9. Lost Souls 5/9/2009
10. A Year's Time 5/9/2009
11. Patriotism? 5/9/2009
12. Oh Me Oh My 5/9/2009
13. Valentine Of Mine 5/9/2009
14. I Can See My Life From Here 5/9/2009
15. Frag. 5/9/2009
16. Happy New Year 5/9/2009
17. If Drama Were Alcohol... 5/9/2009
18. Deception 5/9/2009
19. Mythos 5/9/2009
20. The Vampire 5/9/2009
21. Eating Breakfast Among The Insane 5/9/2009
22. In My Head 5/9/2009
23. Another Failed Relationship 5/9/2009
24. The Green Faerie 6/25/2009
25. Solstice 6/25/2009
26. Swf Searching For Soulmate 6/25/2009
27. Epitaph 6/25/2009
28. Orpheus 10/22/2009
29. The Living Dead 10/22/2009
30. The Devil's Playground 10/22/2009
31. Condemnation 10/22/2009
32. Deadly Sins 10/22/2009
33. Muse 4/30/2009
34. Enemies Make The Best Lovers 10/22/2009
35. Angel Of Death 10/22/2009
36. I'Ll Paint The Walls With Your Murder 10/22/2009
37. Draco Malfoy 4/6/2009
38. Dreaming Of You 6/25/2009
39. Chaos 4/30/2009
40. The Day My Beloved Hath Died 4/1/2009
Best Poem of Paige Nielsen

Modernist Perspective

The fear is absolute:
faces pale as the milk of death,
the inverse of the milk of human kindness.
A haunting sorrow binds the wounds,
enslaving us in its hollowest embrace.
This poem is a metaphor,
but I don’t know why.
I don’t know anything.
These days right is wrong and wrong is right.
Is this someone’s idea of a joke?
Well, buddy, I’m not laughing.
I’m retching in protest,
a one-girl revolution.
Can anybody save us now?
(I doubt it.)
We’re all chained by propriety
and blinded by society,
trading kisses for pennies
and chopping ...

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You'Re Dead

I went to your funeral
dressed in my favorite pair of jeans.
The mourners whispered sharply, even though
I dyed them to make them extra black.
I didn't cry.
I felt numb as the chill rain fell.
The fog imbued a sense of fleeting.
Solitude-standing by a grave,
your name was on it.

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