I don’t even care about breathing air. A) It’s clearly a mission. B) Decided not to get angry today. It’s barely a decision. I think life should be grander than it is, but it isn’t. Can’t have regrets with being wrong; that’s why I love indecision. Sweater against chins, found myself looking for trouble. IContinue reading “Consonant Artistry: A Poetic Exploration of Sound and Expression”
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A Parting Glass, Baby: Verses of Departure and Discovery
The moment was so existentialist. I brought three apples, one for both of us, and one for the road. If it comes up, I suppose we could split it, undisclosed disposition, hanging from the hammock ropes in the stitching. There was hope for half-robed demolition, a bungalow almost out of a dream, quite a bitContinue reading “A Parting Glass, Baby: Verses of Departure and Discovery”
This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair
Swore it was my last shot, promised it would be. It was the electric surge coursing through my conduits, a constant hum. I’ve been left alone, shadows have unfollowed me, but I’ve got 40 ounces that suggest I’ve done everything but bottle it up. My hair is falling out; I play a game, though IContinue reading “This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair”
Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony
Grooving to the classics, velveteen smooth, with devilish antics. Never seen through my pirate-themed ruse or the skeleton captain. X-ray embellishing, developing cancer. The elephant in the room, and the rest is in captions, subtitled. Lexicons added for your pleasurable view, I’ve got a penchant for ad-libs. Subdued in my intelligence, say hello to theContinue reading “Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony”
Close to the Edge of Regret: A Portrait of Isolation
He drifts through life, an elusive specter of emotional detachment. His friends, mere stand-ins for the void that lingers within, serve as placeholders in a desolate existence. In his solitary moments, he’s tempted to serenade himself while tending to nonexistent plants, a poetic yearning for a connection with nature that remains unfulfilled. He dances withContinue reading “Close to the Edge of Regret: A Portrait of Isolation”
At the Doors of My Desolation
I’m trapped in this love for you, and it’s a place I wish I could escape from. I can’t help but hold you responsible for the mess I’m in, even though, deep down, I know it’s not your fault. You were just this tiny glimmer of hope, a speck of light in the pitch-black abyssContinue reading “At the Doors of My Desolation”
Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets
Tired of decomposing, dried up, my dreams are dozing, My body has peaked the opus, through godly retreat, I hope, trying to feel a pulse, a pariah that feels opposed, Pinching my grip, controlling, picture my mind in solace. Pitching and writhing, gritting and grinding my teeth to focus, Witch-doctors reveal a poem, my palmsContinue reading “Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets”
Cambridge Whispers: A Tale of Eloquence and Enigma
Fireplace with Tourette’s, pops and crackles in depth, Drunkenly asking questions I wouldn’t dare, I was shy, Recherché brunette, with curlicue braids on her head, There’s a reason wine glasses are in the shape of a Y. Fork in the road, left or go right, slicing tension with knives, I went left, it felt right,Continue reading “Cambridge Whispers: A Tale of Eloquence and Enigma”
Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight
Dreams and reverie boast, Roasted with pearly green chimerical gold. God Delusion. Hallucinating a miracle told, Where lightning strikes the conscious, Lively minded, constant. Smile by a goddess, Where perfection’s unfurled by Pangaea, Curvy hips, sangria, and rooftops, Inebriated in a sea, with a jukebox. Charismatic, dispelling drama, adorable, Gospel sings for the saga approaching,Continue reading “Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight”
I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey
I’m sitting alone at the cosmic stump, Sipping my soul, and I’m vodka drunk. Thinking of goals I’ve not yet done, Fission control, visit me in my head. Cataclysmic logarithms, picture dreams that are dead. Bickering silence, word by word, I fell into your haiku, Only heard what you wanted when I told you IContinue reading “I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey”