(2015)
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Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
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…
I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
A sight of sympathy for the man, who never thought himself too gran… or even fair to look at for long, The ballad entails his fateful son… Afraid of estranged looks and whis…
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a
There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,
If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,