#i poems on Hello Poetry

sunrain afternoon Dec 2019

where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019

#where #shall #i #send #my #poems #sunrain

KleOwO Dec 2019

Untitled

It’s crazy
How you can think you’ve
Figured it out.
But really,
You’re more confused than
Ever before.

#confused #who #am #i #crazy #what

We Are Stories Dec 2019

Ecclesiastes

“Everything under the sun is meaningless”
says the teacher,
‘truly meaningless’

the hands that toil
to endless returns
will find out that the breaking
wasn’t worth the burn-
the days spent in agony
and months spent hoarding away
will be forgotten
on the last and final days.
there is one thing remembered,
one lasting effigy-
the words you cry out in judgment
facing death’s depravity!
for there are no assurances
that a man can find!
the teachers prophecy shall be remembered,
“Everything is meaningless” we leave nothing behind!

#meaningless #when #i #die #forget #me

kain Dec 2019

To Be Alone

It's raining outside
Somewhere in the depths
I feel the vibrations
Of raindrops
The plip plop
Of nature's tears

And with them
Come ghost hands
Fingers trailing
Up my sides
Scaling my skin
And then they're gone

Oh, to be alone

Somewhere beneath the surface, my heart must not be so cold.

#dont #have #to #be #alone #and #yet #i #am