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
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
You who ask the hard questions
Never seem prepared for any answers.
What purpose your rebellion?
Critic in the abstract,
Cherisher of words. Only words, mere
Angry echo.
Come Revolution!
Show me your toothless rage,
Carried by amputee feet.
The tyrants lie that way,
Dear Children of Cause.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC