Curiosity scrapes my heels,
inflaming patience...
The red-stained lark
stitched his libretto...
Be it childish scribbling
Crafted, stylized or mere black ink...
Poet's Rainbow
What lies dominant in a poets mind till...
Too many times,
I've ambushed myself...
There's a mirror-- Breaking in my mind.
The color is yellow...
Bare feet carved lullabies
for your thunderstorms...
I'm ablaze,
and although it burns...
Born into a house of utter disgust,
Instead of a home of the upper crust...
My most secret star gives glare from the corner of...
A sign that I am wrecked, diseased; that I am...
Innocent feet fumble along piled gravel,
wincing at the roughness of a lonely earth...
His palm became my dictionary
emended by pastel lines...
Wam! Bam!
Hit in the head with hooked-on-phonics...
I would that moss become her,
Nestled green amidst the cracks...
Like an opal road,
The windy avenues of imagination...
I`m good to go but I`m going nowhere fast,
Running at the sight of my pathetic past...
I've spent far too much time as a nihlist
Athiest...
Most often I speak to myself...
Especially to poets and writers...
Cockerel hums its tune today
Rubbing the eyes that seen the pain...
A creamy tornado
mulled amongst the strawberries...
Let the shadows poet say what they please
For beauty is truth, true beauty, that is all...
I loved him
(still do...
Back to back, separate mattresses:
we stare at the ceiling, blind our eyes on skype...
After Shane Koyczan's 6:59am
But your kiss, my dear...
In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
I love snippets of poetry;
how often they are bite-sized...
They say writers have a way with words. I wish I...
many times I've jotted down a sentence about you...
One autumn morning I stepped forward
and found myself in a deep forest glade...
I almost loved you,
I was thisclose...
You, poet,
with your toes clenched in river mud...
You're away like a season
or a lost minute and I'm...
I catch a meteor
and craft my wishes...
You were always the desire to engulf another,
from a billion murky years ago, when...
You once told me, through the quiver
of a lazy street light that I was a twin to the...
Sipping at green tea
from a bottle, I wonder...
If we were to sleep
with no ceiling...