I am a list
- notes on a page
- paint with these colors
- do what she says
- reduced to letters on paper
My childish whimsy, my squiggles and stars
are reduced to straight lines
and I feel little
once again
*you are no list, your eyes scream of freedom
and mine are mere lines on the page
- a pristine poet
- a golden list
- I am wax
- mouldable
- weak
- an idol
- created from a weak poets' prose
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
Oh, my dear
please calm my fear
by staying near
as the demons jeer
and the ghosts leer
whisper in my ear
when the coast is clear
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
You've learned the way that light knows
Through windows, cracks, and doors
To gain my heart from out my chest
And offer me all yours
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
Clarity wont stay
like crossing country wind shields
always collecting
mud from unpaved dirt roads,
woe! no wipers for my soul
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
You’ve made substance out of textures,
painted bones from fragile skin
Implied the world into being,
a home for me again
I’m rooted in the dirt and sheathed in keratin
But living now just for the mist that quietly descends
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Sitting on an island
Between slumber and work,
Tuning into all the waves that pass me by
I’ve made my big decision
Reason firm set in my mind
But diluted by the breaking of the tide
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
What if that was the last good one?
Out of ideas
And inspiration for the rest of days.
Unable to write anything of worth
One piece of crap after another
Abandoned by the Muse
A victim of writer’s block.
I better write another
Here and now
Just to prove
I still have it.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
I can’t quite believe inertia,
One day this ball will stop
Stop me from the future
Held so dear by you
Your view paints it like crystal
But I’ve been fooled before
By tarot cards behind the bars
Where I drank till my doom was true
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
God’s way isn’t pain,
That’s not what we believe
Take that needle from your brain,
It will only make you bleed
Discomfort is your friend,
But your knife cuts too deep
Don’t search for needless wounds,
Life gives them out for free
God looks on you with love,
So you can do the same
Recognizing still,
There’s things that ought to change
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC