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Drip

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:00:40 -0400

Drip
the drip on my shoe.
Drip
Their pipes are leaking.
Drip
This girl wants to dance.
Drip
This guy next to me wants to dance.
Drip
He looks like a Kevin.
Drip
Kevin is too shy to dance.
Drip
I wish I could dance.
Drip
My ankle is wet.
Drip.
Drip.

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whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 12:29:00 -0400

So I did the weird thing and wrote one of my poems, Blood of the...

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:12:00 -0400

So I did the weird thing and wrote one of my poems, Blood of the Behemoth, in Dwarfish Moon Runes. Tuesday morning well-spent. Ignore the smudge in the second line, I messed up and didn’t feel like starting over.

I’m considering doing this for a couple poems, from the past and possibly coming in the future (of course, accompanied by regular English versions of the poems as well). Any thoughts? Personally I think they look pretty neat. Kinda nerdy.

Every Woman on Earth is a Superhero

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:45:24 -0400

I am a sidekick

and women are heroes,

saving the world, one world

at a time.

How could I hope

to make

a duo

fit to save these streets?

I don’t have X-Ray eyes

or super strength

like every girl I meet.

At the Base of Breck

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:40:17 -0400

At the base of Breckenridge,

I don’t see the snow stop the sky.

The two pages

share their perfect words;

the soft, unwritten sky

with the wrinkled wastepaper earth.

Seasons in Seconds

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:35:38 -0400

Gathered the green of Spring

between fingers.

Watched Autumn orange

engulf the life of landscape.

Let warm Summer water

swim within me.

Added white Winter

to the inches underfoot.

Blood of the Behemoth

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:30:12 -0400

The lights die on the giant’s hide.

I become lice, hiding,

clinging to wire hair.

Ice air stings me,

and cradles the creature.

Night stirs the blood of the behemoth.

My own bursts forth,

painting my flesh, freezing.

Arteries beat to the heart of

a beast,

out of the valley,

of the coal black below.

The Price of Beauty (Building Snow II)

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:25:33 -0400

I leave due South today.

Did I fail?

In building what I dreamed,

did I succeed?

Touching the air, making it real.

Building each new.

Now dragged up by tires

and shaken from trees,

burying my first victim

in my new back yard:

his last tracks.

Quitting Time (Final Snow)

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:20:12 -0400

Shaking in my car,

I wanted to be home

more than warm.

The first turn was easy,

done a thousand times before.

A second more?

Pound per inch less?

Either or, I guess.

My door faced due North

while it approached the tree,

I cried out

as the trees reached for me.

Work Pays Off (Snow's Revenge)

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:15:43 -0400

I plan to work through the night.

It’s been some time

since a break.

At one point,

my eyes were drawn from my work

to watch the progress of familiar tracks.

The first, and then the last.

I’d left my work

on the air

to watch him slide, and see

that I, Brandon Knoble,

Architect,

had built my home

in his trail of snow.

My construction of his destruction.

Driving to Work (In Snow)

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:10:27 -0400

The sun disappeared behind

the clouds, which I knew would come.

I smiled, while tracing

the spine of the mountain,

valley to peak

with hungry eyes.

Took the left at the stop,

and another at the sign,

and began to ascend.

My car graced

the cloud’s embrace

of the hill.

Slowly, almost one by one,

the snow fell and flew

in my path.

I left the first trail of the day

and didn’t give it second thought

beyond the drive up

and the long road home.

Brandon Knoble (Building Snow)

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:05:30 -0400

My fingers bleed and ache

aligning each crystalline structure.

I was sent up the mountain

for such purpose,

such promise!

Seeing, feeling each

frozen shard

snap in place,

as per diagrams,

deeply gratifies my being.

However, now

and then

an error occurs.

My white cargo,

dear work, tread upon

without second thought.

Touching the air,

making it real.

Building each new.

Why I waste

precious blueprints

is beyond me.

At least the trees,

screaming silence,

are always reaching

to me for more.

And now for something completely different.

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:00:28 -0400

Some fresh stuff tonight, I figure most of these are as done as they’re going to get. The first five are kind of a five part poem I wanted to try (I have been listening to a lot of concept records lately, and the idea of a continuous story intrigues me). Everything after that is a bunch of nonsense I’ve been working on over the semester. Enjoy!

Some of my older work, featured on Penn State Altoona’s...

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 13:14:00 -0400

Some of my older work, featured on Penn State Altoona’s creative site, Livewire!

a beautiful spoken word poem about beauty

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:04:34 -0400

a beautiful spoken word poem about beauty

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whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Sat, 02 Mar 2013 12:57:09 -0500

A brief absence

whatsyourdealandisgoddead — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 14:38:20 -0500

I’m going to be taking a brief hiatus over the next couple months to focus on my writing and my classes. I’ll be spending this time writing and editing what poems I have and will be posting them periodically (depending on when I feel they’re finished).

But fear not. Ask me some things, I’d love to hear from my old and new followers!