Tower of Babel The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred 1 3
Phosphorescent Sky As I sat on that dark misty cliff and felt the tips of the ocean bel lightly on my face, in comfort or by that sun burst into the world w The sea beneath my dangling feet r
Hooverville I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack in halcyon piles to suffocate the For others, houses blow in the win 1
Denny's or IHOP, Doesn't Matter It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils. 1
Opposite the Fence 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 1
Incapacitated The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness 7 2
Halloween Poetry (5): They Call Me Monster At night, I wander out from my ba Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in s I unlock the old cellar door with I keep hidden behind the wall. I get back early enough to not let 1
The stars above us The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night. 2 4
Soda Fountain The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now. 1
No Rainbow Either The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came. 2 2
Halloween Poetry (6): This Concert is Dead The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu My friends and I are celebrated i 1 1
Those Damn Teenagers 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 2
One-Eyed Old Man 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 2
New Year I’m grateful. Grateful for the words I breathe. For the times I’ve lived and, in for the greatness of the moments a I’m grateful 2 1
Cadence I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury 4
You You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan that sings the songs of days for d I will hear that greatness, let us Rising to the world, 2 1
A Song of Beauty Now Past You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor 2 3
But what about the politics? Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
Wet with the Rain The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk. 1 3
Youthful Expressions I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends, 2 4
Semblance Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore. 3 6
Of the Fiend, of the Friend 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
Why I can't sleep at night The humming of the electrical wire gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping 2
The Inquisiter I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar like a silent weeping wom who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed. 2 1
Unseen Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your You are the river that breathes an You are provider. And receiver. 4 2
Post Ego Death In my mind, a grandmotherly smile. There was before only suffering. of the quivering mess. No longer willing to run away from the self,
Bane of the Bootlegger, The Black Rose The lapel of my jacket held its wa as I walked down the daring, dark I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un Like a knight fighting for vain gl 2
Seasons Change My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted I’m accompanied by the hummingbird who search for the mystery in gard sprouting within the cracks of thi 4 4
Dreams of the Patriots A cockroach died of starvation in Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu to go outside and find my way to t steal some coffee from a bank befo I dropped my American Eagle key o 2
Listening At first, I was the reveling masq In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a I sought to receive. I sought to breath 3 3
Alone and Hauntingly Confined I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life. 1
On the Eve of Glory Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu nor violence by which we all measu Sometimes the only definition of m Like crossing the Rubicon, 3
An Oasis of Horror ...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu The words flutter like a salacious Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet, 3