I am breathing fire But I’m not a dragon An average person Swallowed matches Ran across a sea of stars in moon boots Army canvas The catalyst sparks. Deactivate the manned fuselage Tight-lipped gargantuan stares through his art For hours (or it seems) Want to be touched yet wince when you do Slight grimace, aContinue reading “This One Hurt: A Poem of Fire-Breathers and Realizing His Own Pain is Self-Inflicted”
Category Archives: POETRY
Prairie Wheatgrass and Nostalgia: A Poem of Lost Love and Memories
I was obsessed. No – a feeling of remorse and nostalgia Stretches of gold over algae. Prairie turf interwoven to coast Bezeled beach. Denizen dosage. Felt closer to home Juniper fire, I never understood why I’d cry when alone Something about… Fingertip tingle. Hands nestled over a looming horizon Open field just for me, dusk’sContinue reading “Prairie Wheatgrass and Nostalgia: A Poem of Lost Love and Memories”
My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith
Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities
I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”
Melodies of Vanish and Hope
I’m the saddest man on the planet, Dulcet zones become eruptions of death, Memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress, Most ballads hit home, requiem out of balance, Such a synergistic release comes from this basket of malice. I’ll have it to here – 22oz black coffee French press, Anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, headrest,Continue reading “Melodies of Vanish and Hope”
Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss
Who’s barely intact? Two hundred thousand nails puncture veins in my back, whether they’re human or metal remains to be asked. Yellow pages, your name severs sapience, saps like heaven’s angels. Vessels fray then collapse. Lord father, elevate us. Why am I so fixated on the past? Separate fact from fiction. Eradicate my relapse, rehabilitationContinue reading “MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss”
JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected
I feel so disconnected. Pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old, heliocentric. We spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting. I could see it in decimals, each dot a pause in a sentence. Hold my hand, avalanche. Bring me the check when you’re finished, mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, Madam Gutierrez.Continue reading “JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected”
Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips
We spent an hour alone, watching our eyes meet our lips. My revolver’s extinct, extinguishing meandering thoughts, Cradled across indifference, right into addiction, Deference to malice, rosebud digitalis reborn, a grin. While I think about things I haven’t before, Soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along, Philosophers’ physics, you had me at ‘gone,’Continue reading “Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips”
The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul
I’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “It’s hell in this darkness,” “Dearly departed, please be here for my heart.” The other three were as stark: “I hate being alive,” Don’t seem to remember, one rubric: “Demons inside.” Life is overrated, diluted with wine, My tears empower me, a tailspinContinue reading “The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul”
The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey
I salivate at the thought of atom lasers and waves of splattered rainbows, The way they collaborate on an acid halo, technicolor schemes that I’d envy more than me. Oh, what it is to be, a color never dreamed, enactment of life, elapsed by the clockwork collapsing of time. Facets of ‘why does it allContinue reading “The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey”
Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol
I paint whole lives in the blink of an eye, summoning statisticians just to decipher my descriptions. It’s all a tangled web of numbers and analysis, a solitary journey through the dimly lit library of existence. Obsessed with the binary, I calculate the formula to dominate you—crucial at worst, but at best, it’s the pinnacleContinue reading “Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol”