This is a crash course In crash courses (Life is funny Like a cartoon Slapstick, yet profound And breaking your heart) This is a crash course And this train wreck Is just about to start For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading Crash Course. A poem.
I long for a reprieve From life and death Misery and regret All the hooks A chorus of fools Making me sing along As if I had a choice to Oh, wait I do For more Poetry, click here. For … Continue reading I Do. A poem.
Purge yourself Of every eloquent dream And existential monument To what was and could be Purge yourself So your bulimic brain Can watch those thoughts Cascade down the drain Purge yourself For all the bad and good It will and … Continue reading Purge. A poem.
Vacant look, vacant head If only I had dreams instead To fill my airy, vacant head And put this emptiness to bed. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Vacant. A poem.
You F$&@ed me over And under And in between Just a waste paper memory Consigned to a basket Of inconsequence And suddenly I’m not there And never was I was just your forbidden fruit Turned too ripe and rotten For … Continue reading F$&@ed Me Over. A poem.
I, the scrap, On a detritus field Of tumbledown moments. I, the waste, Along with the stains And bitter reprieves. I, the torn, Of paper cut truths And angst-worthy solemnity. I, the scrap Rusted, bent, broken And, finally, discarded. Recycle … Continue reading Recycle Me. A poem.
My salt mine Is mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt For all its worth For it’s mine and mine alone If I am worth my salt If it’s all mine and mine alone I’ll mine this salt Until … Continue reading Salt Mine. A poem.
When hope is lost – Flushed, like paradise Down a whirlpool Of hyperbole I embrace the coming Riptide, let it drown me In consequence And swallow me whole. “Back again,” I think, As the undercurrent Draws me down Into my … Continue reading Black Dog Abyss. A poem.
Thoughts desiccating, Like snow on afternoon tarmac; Turning elegant meridians Into mist. An inelegant design, Fractured by uncertainty And regret And all left to chance. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the … Continue reading Memories Lost. A poem.
Surprise was in your eyes Overwhelming every petulant And irrational thought Because this was unexpected And positively rejected All that you believed Know now Some things are meant to be Bad ties you’re meant to sever Trust in how you … Continue reading For the Better. A poem.
Time is short It stands in line, dwarfed by all the other narcissistic concepts All wanting a piece of our mind Another piece of the pie A little bit more of our Time is Wondering when it will have its Time in the sun And yet Time flies When you’re having fun And there’s never enough Time is Needed to do all the things Needed to be done My time is so important But not as much as yours Time is Something we all want more of But even when we have it We just fritter it away As if … Continue reading Time is. A poem.
The descent begins: That troublesome, quarrelsome, Misbegotten feeling. Vertigo in media res. The whirlpool beckoning A less than eager sailor Of depths all too familiar. Down you go again: You wish the plummet Was further out of reach. For more … Continue reading Plummet. A poem.
This yard is an Elysian Field. Where once they sneaked Like rogues into a lion’s den, Now they parade before the sun With no fear of molten wax. Well-worn trails, scented scorn, Marking passages with contempt. Reassurance and arrogance Threaten … Continue reading The Rabbits’ Yard. A poem.
Lost my bottle to a bottle, The convex bottom of Carnival Mirror Reflections Twisting and churning; The beast within the beast, Cracked Scarred Spent And as poignant as an empty Bottle. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my … Continue reading Bottle. A poem.
Stricken with A mummy’s curse To waste away To slough and spurt As bodies melt Into emptiness Prognosis lost And second best A life lived short And lost again Unfulfilled A sea of pain This mummy’s curse Will take you … Continue reading Mummy’s Curse. A poem.
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