Category: Poetry

Saudade

the night settling down to rest ruined by anger in fallen dreams and empty souls settled in their queendoms and i know those girls petty pompous asses looking like crack with flirting golden tongues they ruined a middle school charm he liked me from afar he sent his notes afraid to shift his hips he…

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days on end

i have all these great intentions i want to die knowing holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to fall i crumble crawl to the screen push my way through to understand voices relentlessly waiting for you

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Border Wall (chaos ensues)

stone upon stone i build this wall Would you still like me love me if you knew the words cluttered inside? If i painted a picture of my mind the tendrils of poison that caused us blind? I am careless and messy with days i dont care for you or me not willing to share…

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Heading out and feeling guilty…

Life is full. Rapturous. Engaging. how easily swiftly defeatingly im drug back to the war zone -death. Sometimes death frees more than the person gone. Other times it chains hearts to dreams and wishes. And then there is death that haunts forever. I think our Creator is wrong… love will not save the world. Unless…

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woods

woods to myself a disciplined dancer knowing a poet veer to his path stumble along flounder land a fish learn the ropes always get up again There are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer – That’s life -Anonymous My truth at the moment… the freedom…

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tomorrow

Does it bother -you or me the way tinsel hangs on the tree or static waves -adjust cling us to every thing and then we discuss? i wonder where i am going with this poem? It hit me… wham! while brewing the morning coffee. It feels unfinished. Perhaps i do have more planned days ahead……

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bullshit and bile

In everyone’s “I’m not going to be phony, phoniness… ” Ah, I just need to gripe to someone. I can feel the volcanic ash rising. I’ve been burnt… smoldering for years. I need to release the trash compiled… hidden in recesses and crevices and tunnels. Cut the crap! Get to the point! I leaf through…

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fringe of society

their tentacles are woven into my brain… yours too? how do i know? i traced the lines attached to the train, i rode into the city to witness The Art and the crude reality while free-falling floating on the fringe of society and fog there, i rested outside of time in the middle of a…

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