Poetry Blogs (2019, free write)
Hello from the other side,
from protected words, created lights,
as something small,
distant signal, so hard to recognize.
I don't feel I can...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.
Hello from the city streets,
purple in the deep, fading lights
with contrast of white on white,
shattered through the dark,
broken in their half,
I am sorry cause I can't.....
Saturday 20th April 2019 9:50 pm
Going to die if I can't write
the moon is falling falling
out the sky time is blind
the night flies by,
wind screams sin,
a howling white oblivion
time time time
ticks ticks ticks
dust to rock to dust
squared and triangled
into the blue
I follow the rainbow
the echo drips
Wednesday 6th September 2017 10:26 pm
I didn't think I could love anymore.
That intimate passionate naive love seemed extinct.
I could see why he was so in love with her, she was lovable. I felt a hint of jealousy but of their love not of her or him. She had what i once had with him and I longed for that whether it was with or without him. I just wanted to fall stupidly in love like I had in high school before I knew how harsh l...
Thursday 2nd March 2017 9:49 am
Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 3:37 pm
Life's lost labours wilt,wither,wanting watering sprinkles. Downward spirals spin silently, serenity slithering step by step. Troubled toes stub callased skin, scraping scabbing layers of animosity and misgivings, life's unforgiveness, bleeding bluntly, replacing remnants of radial radiance with life's leftovers. A tempest's temporal trials burn, incinerate, insideous intentions. Questions g...
Friday 17th October 2014 7:41 pm
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm