a poet sits in a corner mind adrift floating some eons away nether here nor there but somewhere in between yesterday and tomorrow and today
a reflection escaped from a mirror a voice without a mouth an ocean trapped in a tear a story told over and over again in a forest where every tree growing makes its own sound
death is a mystery woven into the fabric of life grief is the thread to which we use to mend our hearts tragedy is the sacrificial lamb to the alter where we will find our laughter again
love is a sweater in the lost and found waiting to be worn by anyone in need of warmth knitted from the softest yarn from the generosity of kindness
love is row of crooked deciduous teeth in a fresh bright smile not yet ready to be traded for quarters and trinkets all giggles and sugar in the innocence of youth the magic of children
love is adrift a vibration connecting every heart from this corner to that drugstore from the gas station to the solemn park bench both here and there anywhere and everywhere looped through yesterday and tomorrow and today
Yeah. Ive been away awhile. I prefer the quiet shadows of the ungraced. I also prefer decent poetry. Of which, this site is apparently lacking as of late. This mockery, This "teen angst" hurts my head to read. I once drew inspiration from the lovely poets that were once here. Breathed every beautiful word as oxygen. Now, my very eyes hurt.
Fix, Pagan Paul, Ghost of Jupiter, Josh, Mary Magnolia, Sidd. Where are you? I didn't mean thus to trend. Matter of fact, I'd rather it not. Well ****.
Annoyance to clarify The leftover boundaries when sweeping life into dustpan Deficiencies that crawl up your esophagus And claw at your gag relax until your mouth is forced open and you spit out a bulk of ******* You really had no control It’s not your fault so you move on to more pleasantries and pretense of pretending and a never ending A repetition A decomposition Of who you are Until you stumble upon something with a sparkle and you do your damndest to make that **** dull
Georgette wrinkled by force And will Spun by universal magnet Small space between sets of finger tips Open a room woozy and uncertain A reunion grasped right and held close A team of hips sway in rudimentary crass sartorius pronouncements like that of fine tongue Linger in wisps of flair Elegant syncopation lifts the heaviest of airs And chaînés chaînés chaînés chaînés
"The man in the mirror" Who is this man in the mirror I whipe the face to see him clearer I see now looking back at me an image of the man I used to be Wanting, wishing, hoping, waiting, fearing, loving, and sometimes hating trying my best to fit in Wanting my life to begin everyday passes me by the way way I lived was one big lie but that was then and this is now My life is better and I know how it all changed When I met you the way I was in now through My heart is filled with love and peace My guilt was lifted on wings of a dove When I think of you I start to smile I know now it was all worth while You opened my eyes, my heart, and soul and now I have a brand new goal To start our path of life together and live with happiness in our lives forever, to be beside you when I wake and prove to you that I'm not fake Until my goal is fully complete my weary bones will never sleep So back to the man in the mirror, one that I hope you can see clearer This man is yours forever and true Because I will always love you till my life is through