(2015)
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There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,
Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
And I raged against my side of th… Only a howling wind to cover my ra… I struck the wood with fists blood… A useless endeavor, unforgivingly… I grew tired of reflections
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
There was a joke I was going to write, a really good joke, but I have forgotten it. A shame, now all that’s left is the television blaring in front of me, sounds of “The Price is Right”...
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair
I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor