Tower of Babel The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred 1 3
Us, Actually We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy, 1 1
Semblance Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore. 3 6
Interview with the Mentor “You gotta let your poems sing, ma the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ 2
Ballad of the Consumptive I grew up staring starry-eyed at t of healthier men walking out of do head held high while I kept their It wasn’t something to really envy and a fine nights sleep. No family 4 1
I'm Gone There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som in a small, non-intimate room. 1
Cute Asian Girl She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds, 4
Poker Night Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before. Have these cards been shuffled? 2 2
Unrepentant This little book of rhyme holds captive my heart. No, my mind’s the real upstart. Credit to my heart’s a crime. Desperation took the real blow 3
The Fool In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share 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
Halloween Poetry (3): The Glass Window Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night. 1 2
Waking Up 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, 2 2
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
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
Incapacitated The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness 7 2
what to do when the children fall in love You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li You let them experience their pove Let them earn success through dest 2
Young and Rock 'n' Roll Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne became battered reminders of accos that threw itself on my near-awake Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel 1
Bright Recognition The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes 2
Daily Fixes 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 2
Bitter Drink Stooping low to face the gentle wa that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t and a simple drink taught desponde A hidden path felt through the unc 1
Last Laugh Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall, 2 2
The Draft Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled 2
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
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
Will to Live Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness. 3 4
Secret Feeling A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also 5 3
Where do the words come from? Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and 3 2
Satisfaction If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness. 1 4
Denny's or IHOP, Doesn't Matter It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils. 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
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
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
Reaction Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea 4 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