Dead tress cast shadows
Ghosts of the once living thing
They sway in dark grey
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
This is not the tired sleep can fix
This is not the demotivation inspiration can cure
Not my purpose, not my please
just a sore and timeless tease
that wakes me up in the deepest of hours
and shakes my bones
when i most desperately need peace
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
I am no *** minded
hormone raged
scarred
scathed
bruised
burned
oily greasy mess
of a boy
I'm both a lover and a ******
A sinner and a sack of redundant words
My harm is to myself
so why take the cross?
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
If i was her lover
I would have *poetic *** in the ocean
reciting poetry to her
while I **** her
mindlessly
If i was her lover
She would be the mermaid of the ocean
Whom I am jealous to touch
and while I am here wading
wanting to make sweet love with its bride
If only I was her lover
I would whisper passions in her ear
like waves whispering on the shores
of her children
The water of the sea, he chokes me
surrounds me
but i am having *poetic *** in the sea
with she
and i say to her, my lover
"i met a mermaid out in the sea
she came to me and *poetic *** she needs
i grabbed her heart
and laid inside her
see i'm still a man who wants pleasure
and poetry together
i'm jealous of her lover
yet i'm having *poetic *** with her
in the ocean"
My love moans
groans
let's me own
her majestic bones
and her ravaged soul
is radiating
with every ******
beckoning passion
in this historic sensation
so intense
so loud
so real and unreal
and in her throes i hear
water logging in my ear
this moment here
of me ******* my lover
in the sea
i guess that's why they call it
******* poetry.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
A dogs vision
two partial colors
both their names
black and white
are its sight
behold the dog
mans trusting and loyal friend
always seeing you
in
black and white
humans have the spectrum
in their eyes
witnessing the blood
in a ******
but closing their mouth
admiring the greens
in a field
but is too daft to see
the blues and the yellows
here everything is
black and white
nothing tainted with hue
or marked by tone
shade
color
my poems are red
see guidelines are red
but the rest is
black and white
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
above this skull of cracks and calcium
is the transcending spiral to climb
to climb
this psychedelic reunion
with the blurring of sides
leaving a tunnel vision
of blinding light
black behind closed eyelids
colors within a soul
keys to the afterlife
or after shock
or after wave
after
i have left this physical plane
transcending into a vortex
of pure light and floating ceilings
a distorted reality unfolds
nevertheless a reality much real
and so full of life
this becomes my home
i am transcending
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
following set paths
walking through the motions
a detour branched ahead
the turn i had not taken
this tragic conclusion
puts my mind in circles
such weight laid on me
of the path i can not see
will it bring me closer
to my desired destination
what terrors await me there
beyond the bending road
still this brick line
i so carefully chose
has led me here
where the terrain rose
now i make my choice
yet again
once more
for how many turns i make
it is a change
i will take
it is a turn
i will take
change is imminent
change is imminent
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
pneumono
ultra
micro
scope
silicon
volcano
konis
osis
my, how many root words
but they will never find the root
of the problem
to the disease
these root words combined
are unfortunately tied to
because it does not exist
in its true form
but only
simply
as an instance for
a very long
English word
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
the throne
has been placed;
my mind
now surfaced
the thoughts once concealed
within invisible barriers
now burst through
what is a composition in verse,
especially one
that is characterized
by a highly developed artistic form
and by the use of heightened language
and rhythm
to express an intensely
imaginative
interpretation
of the subject.
for here are the beginnings of
this 'what'
it is not a 'where'
a 'when'
or a 'how'
it simply is what it is
a poem
these are the beginnings
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC