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i hate this empty house (10/24/2024)
i hate this empty house.
beneath every floorboard,
a void
a yaw of wretched midnight
clawing footsteps, pacing
and pacing
echoes banging
barbed and noosed
by nothing
and the only thing louder
than the bathroom fan I never turn off
than the drip of a sink, the tick of the gas stove
than the sleepless train yards and slick black streets
than the desperate, hollow orgasms in a co...
Thursday 24th October 2024 4:17 pm
you were okay with that . (it's just a shower) 12/19/2023
by the flicker of my spark
by the cooling coals
beneath the hearth
by eyelids,
flittering then frozen still
where the snowflakes fall, today
where the Ash tomorrow will
our snuffed will lay to rest
a sediment of misspent youths
the rest will weigh fate's dander
o'er paths of long forgotten truths
brights buried
in moonlight
in alien sun in long-tread lost ways tr...
Tuesday 19th December 2023 3:39 pm
through a windshield (11-25-2023)
together
thru all the glue
filn history's glossy cracks
and all the pines
from wane to wax
we were(are, perhaps)
moonrise bent
lain with backs
pressed on tarmac
slid red, long
longer than we thought possible.
dream-licked heads
shattered and spread :
painted lines on painted lines
on
painted lines
down along this serpentine road.
without a motion ...
Saturday 25th November 2023 3:07 pm
soft; Amelia Earhardt 0837 (11/12/2023)
lain in, thinking about
the soft roll of hair and
gentle exhales and
soft, pressing folds
filled with tiny collapsing sounds
sighs, held on high
near imperceptible if not uttered
direct
and deep down
and deep down
and deep down
like the brush
of my bones
where all the gaps between could disappear
where we don't need to know where one begins
or the other ends
Tuesday 14th November 2023 4:56 pm
Vital
The haunting of a broken tap: drip, drop
The thirst after the sun: drink, gulp
She never said a lot, gargling girl
Sliding in and out of my body
Helping me breathe, walk, talk
That was why I swam
It was water
Brought me alive floating out to No Man’s
Diving down to skim the sand
It was water
Wanted it, always had it, but could never catch it.
It was water
Insipi...
Tuesday 28th February 2023 7:17 pm
I Am Whatever You Want Me To Be
I sliced the sun into two
And looted shimmering bars of gold
Which lined her womb,
Her beloved broods I stole.
I plucked the sturdiest mountains,
The choicest adornments on the face of the globe.
All it took were my hands, raw and unrestrained,
Their maimed rubbles now abuse those they adore.
I remember the sea that like Moses I parted
And the ocean floor ...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 2:03 pm
Random Hero
The only person who can save me
is me
A Random Hero wont set me free
Violets are blue
Its time for you to save you
Mentalities can't fly
Yours wont admit defeat
Not that I ever wanted you to lose
But, my grasp is still so weak
Friday 23rd December 2016 9:40 pm
Answer to a Prayer
I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me ...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:43 pm
Punch Line
Leapt about
nothing fits.
Dressed quickly
dashed out.
Friend upset
Whats up?
Falling face
cloudy frown.
Urgently needed
cheerful clown.
Suspected breakdown
teardrops due.
Seriously suicidal
life saver.
Corny joke
nervously told.
Simple smile
punch line.
Laughter bursts
depression cured.
Eyebrows raised
Asking why?
Zip undone
han...
Friday 5th September 2014 4:04 pm
So Why do I Write
So why do I write?
I am not a poet,
but I write a
lot of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to
show my
point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it's to
feel like I have
a small amount
of control.
So why do I write?
I write what
I feel.
...
Friday 24th May 2013 5:51 pm
I SAT ON A PARK BENCH TODAY
I SAT ON A PARK BENCH TODAY......
I sat on a park bench today.....
Not because I thought it the thing to do....
Or because I thought it poetic....
Not because I thought it would make me look artistic,,
Or thoughtful...
I sat on the park bench because I was tired...
My body was begging me
For a sit down
I sat on a park bench today
And......
Friday 6th August 2010 5:51 pm
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