I turned today
To say-
Nothing.
He wasn't there,
And this is 'missing'.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
The shallow nature of your wit
Leaves me pining for more-
But woe to me!
This well is ever dry.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Do you consider
Me
A Victory? Ah!
My Dear.
This trophy rests too heavy on the shelf,
Weighty in the mind.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium
A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple
A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains
A poet
Is Poetry
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
I sit and watch in shock
As your normally kind hands
Tear weeds from your garden,
Ungloved.
Question;
Whether eyes or hands
Know better which are weeds.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
You are trying to rush me
Out of the bookstore.
Ice cream is not a substitute
For paper friends, fool.
Leave me, eventually I
Will unwind my way out
Back to reality and your
Overpriced milk products.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Good God!
She cried,
God, I need a mountain!
So He gave her a pen,
Some paper,
And scattered words
Commanding
"Write one".
She tried.
God, she tried.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
I wanted to give it to her,
But mountains are kinda
Hard to wrap and
I don't own one,
Anyway.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Dry comfort this,
That losing reads bitterly against
Both our tongues.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Early morning rain,
Barely wet my car, but-
Oh, the cat.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC