I feel it
I always feel you
Broken hearts are making it rain
but our souls will touch again
Sooner or later
In the void
I love you
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
The spring sun returned
and warmed almost empty streets
Viruses are *****
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
Don't go losing your mind
to a devious mouth
and a full moon,
It's usually a lie
to bring up the sap
and clear the tubes,
Another life won?
Another life lost?
Maybe
Take care
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
Sometimes I can't tell
if the things I write
are poems or just sentences
with somewhat
arbitrary line
breaks
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
What did you do?
What did you see?
How did you end up
inside a tree?
Were you a spy?
A harlot? A witch?
Or the victim of a mad-man
scratching an itch?
Tell me lady,
what was your story?
Who was after
your Hand of Glory?
Why were you taken,
from this mortal realm?
Who put Bella
in the Wych-Elm?
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
The warm summer air
hangs heavy in the night sky
Keeping me awake
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I imagine you
cold in the ground
Dead
Not because I hate you
and want you to be
Dead
But because I love you
and don't want you to be
Dead
And it makes me appreciate
that you are alive and not
Dead
And this mono-no-aware
will be with me until I am
Dead
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Her auburn hair and pale skin
Fire on winter snow
My heart and my hopes burn there
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Sparkle in your eye
As you walk by
I smell your scent
And feel your intent
Honey on my tongue
Genetics in my gun
Loaded and locked
Never half-cocked
Flesh full of blood
Mind full of mud
Harder and stronger
Slower and longer
Lie back, open wide
Guide me inside
Just one night
Hold on tight
Coming undone
Together as one
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
What's the point?
a nice house,
a conservatory,
a 4K television,
a loft conversion,
a beautiful bathroom,
a pretty garden,
a garden-grill ten feet from
a fully-fitted kitchen,
organic box deliveries every week,
holidays abroad every year,
a shiny car with heated seats
It's all just ******* ****
that you'll spend the best hours
of the best days
of your ONLY life,
Bent double over
a desk or
a machine or
a counter
to earn the money
to pay for it all
before you die
What's the point?
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC