hello,
right now i have renovated this hello poem,
a hefty amount of times,
with the hearty intent,
to get this hellish hunk of hello poem of my heavy tongue.
hello,
hardly have i crafted a poem,
i have instead handwoven a handy distraction from the whole point.
hello,
all of the half-decent "h" sounding alliteration words have horribly,
been wasted on his half-assed poem.
having ruined the word 'hello' and any horrid word with similarities,
in the phonetics or what have you,
i end this poem here.
and i end this hallowed hell of this poem in high regards to you.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
the bark where we carved our lilac promises fade,
the touch of your black night hair that day stings my mind.
fleece blanket,
count the stars.
stars in heaven,
stars on your tongue.
the bark where we carved out lilac promises may fade,
but your starry tongue and midnight hair.
with me,
it will remain.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
fingers,
hands.
nail beds,
knuckles.
palms so sweaty,
i could replenish all seven seas.
thumbs,
the freckle on the inside of my left ring finger.
i wish,
they would stay together.
my fingers,
they always find back doors and wander off to new continents.
my palms,
continue to melt away with the salt water they leak.
my freckle,
left me for another.
and now all i have is wrist stumps,
and no way to reach the scratch on my back.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
you cannot romance poetry,
she chooses when she falls,
when she loves back,
when she dives into your mind.
fornicating with her won't work either,
you can touch her,
you can kiss her,
but you will never truly be with her.
if you want her,
you must write her.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
when the radio play the last seventeen seconds of your favorite song,
when you wake up in the morning with no memory of your night,
when you step in something wet on the kitchen floor in your socks,
when send a really good tweet that has six different grammar errors,
when you try to write a poem and can only remember my own carnivorous syllables,
think of me.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
crawl on your ears lion,
befriend the lamb, give it life,
serenade the land.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
green leaf fall to me,
sing to the ground little one,
all is well now shhh.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
shallow friend see,
more exists than your comfort,
this is not your poem.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
graphic novels drawn,
comic books fly about,
hero come to life.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC