Poetry Blog by Michael W. Lankford
Rebecca Miller on Lips (Wed, 8 Jul 2015 10:52 pm)
on Sailor Song (Mon, 4 May 2015 02:21 pm)
on Untitled (Mon, 4 May 2015 08:23 am)
on Untitled (Mon, 4 May 2015 08:15 am)
I slide down a rope
into the empty chasm
which is your cold heart.
I light a fire
in the depths of your despair.
You hate me anyway.
An ocean is born;
it swallows me whole.
Darkness engulfs me.
Surrounded by other misguided souls.
I feel their cages;
I discover mine.
NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it since, but I think it'...
Monday 4th May 2015 6:23 pm
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
Ok, fine, it isn't a poem, but this song is an original composition and performance by my two man art group "The Karma Junkies." Listen and enjoy. :)
Monday 4th May 2015 12:01 pm
A silent, night sky is loud with the city’s glow.
Reflections upon the water; lead thoughts below.
the humming is fuel to the fire,
for the electric, funeral pyre.
Colors show who you really are around here,
there is no time for fear.
Or is there? - where’s little sister?
If you see her, say I miss her.
Rain beating down like laughter on my ears;
Monday 4th May 2015 7:51 am
On my lips
I want pressed
The lips of another
Monday 4th May 2015 7:40 am
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am