If my emotions were colors
you’d see nothing but black and white
you’d realize I was color blind
you’d see these white fog hover around me like the chain of smokes coming from a curious pipe
more than words on a page
or feelings on a page
or anything at all to do with pages,
because it isn't about the poem itself
but the poet behind it.
Poems don't just share thoughts;
they are thoughts.
You’re too sensitive
you need to stop feeling everything so deeply
perhaps they are right
Closing my eyes
I see warm vivid colours
all around me
fading into a cold palette of grey...
One day I prayed that God would give me a guardian angel,
because I knew that He was good and always faithful.
My words were more than intense,
for they rose high like supernatural incense.
He heard m...
In my youth, in my eyes
I believed there was something more
The fire's dimming now, dark eyes
Hold nothing inside but scorn
Times are gone to dream again
All I wanted has fallen away
I'm back down on ...
A soft yet beautiful birth
To a pair of loving parents
Full of promise, the babe holds
But wait, none can rejoice
For a threat is fast approaching
And they have no time to lose
If the babe is to make ...
I'm lost, stuck on this rock, swirling sea of dust and wanderlust
Fighting my upper crust to get to the molten core, the roar
Of failures exploding in my subconscious, they mock this
Raucous shanty of...
It started out as a tingle,
a small vibration in the left ventricle of the heart
a tender laugh from the lungs
eyes stretched out in giggles
Eyes and mouth and nose
Bright light of a phone screen repeatedly demanding my attention on a diner table—
"Look at me,"
"Listen to me,"
"Let reality sink in."
Shaky fingers hide the device away into the pocket of pants that...
we hold him when he Sleeps
despite there is not rest
esophagus don't make a peep
I was reading of bird's nests
Too, I reread the Ciphers
too, the puzzle pieces
four sow their pickings as all for
I met a Wraith in mid-day's safe
who told me I was wonderful
he rode a bike of phosphorous type in Lands of plentiful
If my sole aid
can help a soul
from this world fade
I'll be so bold -
for crusts a...
an Immunity I had not
to the Sting they told me of
though heavy solitary currency,
it’s weighted and sinks inevitably
into rivers of erstwhile love.
An opportunist strained my ear alone
And turned the...
Filled with Romance, Ghosts, & other things
Behind the cypress, her bell-tower rings
The carnage repeated income
Won West by clamorous shotgun
The clutter heaped high in corners
Faded once glamorous f...
My setting is blurry,
Someone is moving their mouth although no sound emits,
I just went from a school setting onto a hilltop looking over the world,
Do people ever realize they’re in their own dreams...
I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories
Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone,
Playing in our heads on a loop
Each memory worse than the last
Over and over ag...
The yellow brick road
Winding up the lake that froze
Round the bushes of dainty rose
To the town that no one knows
Which sits at the end of the yellow brick road
There the children play
Awakening the Dark
ive been Bouncing formless matter off the surface in my forsaken domain resurrecting the darkness in light where everything sane starts to break you down crumbling the ash in the hands which crafted the catastrophe of what was left like holding questions you couldn’t access the answer to without following what was after you as what I would have asked for if I only knew through these seasons that’ll never be the same again
taking form of every thought i can master
The heart pay...