#alley
The echo resounds
through the dead-end alley, tags --
are left on the walls.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
I turned into an alley that had
No right to exist
The walls stretched at impossible
Angles while the graffiti
Writhed like snakes
Letters curling as they worked to Unspell themselves before
Reforming into shapes
That I couldn’t comprehend
Spray-painted faces snarled
Whispered
Laughed
Every corner I passed
Seemed to fold inward
Narrowing
Bending
Guiding me deeper into a labyrinth
That was neither city nor dream
Smoke from a joint
Or maybe the air itself
Curled around me
Forming letters
Warnings I could almost read
Shapes hovered like
Half-formed geometry
The theremin-like wail
From the previous night returned
Sharper
Higher
Twisted into an accusation that
I could feel behind my ribs
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Dried-out sweat, tired-out eyes
Placards coated in reds and blacks
Hair strands wet, vermillion skies
Whiteout sneakers underneath slacks
Chipping bricks adorned with dusk's glow
Soft thuds drown in bustling sidewalks
Concrete walls enrobed in guised woes
Like calls of Cincinnati clocks
Down the path's lead, an alley lies
Only known by a few handful
An easy shortcut for the wise
A definite route for the fool
Empty blocks pampered in ruins
Grow dahlia shrubs in feeble soil
Yet cherished by passing humans
As they perceive in gleeful toil
Click, clack. Tip, tap.
Echoing the narrow pathway
Click, clack. Tip, tap. Click, clack. Tip, tap.
Reverberating the walkway
Gush of summer coldness trickles
Playing with thin skin's hair to stand
Along evening's hazy drizzles
Until lips' beam's closed by a hand
Frozen. Motionless. Absolute.
Pulsating ears, vibrating fears
I, the troubled, straightaway mute
Searching for comfort in fresh tears
Frigid, sharp blade graze flesh through clothes
Algid, rough palms tightened their grip
With trembling mouth, whimpers in lows
Time's ticking, closer to the tip
"How dare you go against!?" he yells
His voice falling on deaf pavements
Alike encaging prison cells
Beneath wretched, worn-out basements
Writhed free from his desperate hold
Unclasped myself, away I go
Yet burly hands grab my shirt's fold
On my side, planting the grand blow
The night weakens, the knife deepens
Meeting downcast eyes as I stare
Remorseless, the demon wakens
No plans—this petty soul—to spare
Deafening shrieks still ring my ears
The masses' cries of unjustness
Voices crystal clear amid tears
Demur of headstrong robustness
Earlier's protest fresh in mind
Echoing as I reminisced
Realized the shrills' suit unfeigned
Are screams from my own throat's abyss
Away from the hustling streetscape
For anyone to hear my plea
In desperate crawls to escape
He lifts the wood in counts of three
Bashed head meet placards to shatter
Jagged splinters abrade my face
Entwined with rain's pitter-patter
To finish me off, just in case
Each and every breath nears to none
Boulevard of dreams come broken
The mist douse this limp body done
I take my last, eyes wide open
Dried-out life, tired-out cries
Pebbles coated in reds and blacks
****** palms rife, obsidian skies
Lone witnessed—mum dahlias on cracks.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
broken souls slump against battered brick walls
the avenue drowning in cheap perfume
drawing in the tired
slick pavement melts the neon lights, bathing the cold street in red reflections
she puffs on a cigarette
smoke clearing her head as it fills her lungs
her lips taste are made of whiskey and a million well kept secrets
her smile never reveals too much
but she has learned not to be afraid
she has learned to keep her head up
she sighs and straightens her back
it’s showtime
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Oh me, oh my,
I hate to sound trite,
but I guess in the end
we all die, so
turns out to be true
whatever way.
Oh me, oh my,
I hate to sound trite,
but I could really use
a lullaby.
Great Papa, he left.
Great Mama, so close.
Mama, in the deep end.
Sister, she ghost.
What's love got to do with it?
It just so happens, in my world it's all.
I am conditioned to serve in the name.
No matter how hard servants seek servants,
the wardens and the masters pick up on the scent,
come running over the distant hills to close in on the ****
I am conditioned to serve in the name.
Here they come running to stake their claim.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
I didn’t get her name.
It was a hot and wet Saturday night;
So I left the screen door wide open
Hoping for some kind of change in the weather.
She strolled in like the queen of Sheba riding the night’s breeze,

Her inspection was clearly on schedule.
She let me imagine that it was my company that she was after.
By earnestly engaging my eyes with her face
Which she put close to mine and stared into my eyes
As if she were the last soul left on earth who still loved me.
All the while she scanned the kitchen floor
Out of the corner of her sharp feline eye,
Having assessed my modest, meagre means
She walks straight back out the door she had walked in.
Leaving me staring at the empty space she had deliberately left behind.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
The sunrays flicker on earth
diving nimbly through trees
casting their light in search
of time and life they seize.
Down this alley of memory
leaves crunching in silence
I once wandered longingly
searching the soul's balance.
Collecting crumbled parts
where lies the spirit of a poet
the glowing, shivering heart
echoing in the eternal moment.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Daydreams are the only thing
that keep me happy
When i cant be with him.
One of the only lights in my dark alley
The safest area
Where i can imagine dancing with the stars
Where i can feel okay
Only other thing
that can keep me happy
When my love is not near
When he cant hold me safe
Daydreams are my only other light
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
In the streets of manipulations,
simplest questions
unanswered in the virtual dimensions,
found no directions.
Monkeys all the way
slaying each other in the name
of the so-called glory of success,
with ugly evil smiles
or with beautiful deception.
Some shed tears of joy
while some others remain annoyed,
for those who drown
and for those who rise above.
Hearts and brains are sidelined
and devils spirits rule.
Are they lost or are they confused?
Looking at what they do,
Angels mourn them too.
Walking alone on those streets,
Running tired through the pathway,
Dark and dusted,
Happiness busted
Singing the requiem,
They call it The Alley of Dreams!
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Forged in fire
his tainted smile
carved by deft hands of deceit.
Along this narrow passage
the walls fold in.
He lurks at the end
But a blank face
But a pair of hunched shoulders.
We know of his
cold,
dead,
eyes.
We feel his pull
like burning chains
lodged under our ribs,
reminding us of our fragility
as we break
like a dying tree.
Flaked away has our innocence
for right before our bloodshot irises
are the twisted, tarnished roots of the thorns
that seek to uproot us,
snake around our ankles,
and rub our flesh to raw crimson
as they drag us into their jaws of crushing teeth.
A flood of acid,
eating at our spines,
warping our faces
beyond the point of recognition.
And then they break us.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
People talk about Tornado Alley,
The part of the U.S where I live.
They act like tornadoes touch down every week in May through October,
Like storms go through every other week.
Like everyone’s not scared and they’re always calm.
The truth is,
Tornado Alley’s not like that.
Tornado Alley is worrying
When a tornado touches down only five miles from your house,
Your family’s in the basement,
Wondering if everything’s all right,
And if your house will be damaged.
Tornado Alley is praying a storm will pass,
The ever-looming threat of a supercell,
Swirling clouds above your roof,
The sky a nasty green and purple.
Tornado Alley is taking everything you have for granted,
Then being scared when it’s threatened.
Tornado Alley is knowing tornadoes exist,
But being thankful that you’re not in San Francisco,
Or Hawaii, Florida, the coasts.
Tornado Alley is flat plains and wide open spaces,
Not being afraid of a storm,
But of what lurks when the beginning is over.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Home Where we began.
Home is where you can do anything.
Home is where you grew up.
but Home is not just because of the roof,
the door, the window or the rooms.
Home is where we are,
Home is where we belong.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
Rivers of people
crowded the alleys of my mind.
Every thought of mine
had to go through them.
And they were relentless.
By the time it made through them,
it was not the same.
That beautiful new born thought
had turned into a old stranger.
I learned one thing
that I can never have a thought
or an action
that is truly my own.
And even when the building and the skies
of my mind decay,
the people in those alleys will live on.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
the brightest things,
can lift you up from your darkest places,
the man on the shining armor,
can save you in your battle,
the fireworks,
that lights up your new year.
but,
all those brightest things,
won't be there,
if it didn't,
cross the darkest alley
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Hioheprenazine dreams
In sight of crispy creams
Computerized cognitive testing
I found her body arresting
The women wanted Jean Beliveau to buy them
Firm white peaches - so he fried them
Yonder girl bit in with a left arm left useless
All taxation claims hence were baseless
I recall pineapple scented gin was popular
Like the movies of Francis Ford Coppola
Raining over south Napa Valley
Into the arms of Kirstie Alley.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
a winding pathway
leads to where i dare not roam
still i venture on
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Trip once.
Trip twice.
Trip thrice.
But I,
Will fight!
Beat off
The blight!
With all
Your Might!
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Dim lights
Deep voices
Darkness all around
Faces floating
Floor shaking
Heart shattering to the ground
No control
All alone
Left with no one there
Danger coming
People shoving
Left lifeless with none to hear
I sit and stare
Wondering why
You left this mark on me
I have to breathe
See my steam
You need to leave my body
I drop down
To the ground
Far from time and saving
Temperature rises
Heartbeat slows
To a line of nothing more
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
I finally stopped playing the role of Kingpin when i jumped out of the bowling alley
Saying hi to all the Sallys
Because they all think i'm pretty nice
Yeah i'm alright
I'm just trying to make this life right
Keeping my moral rope tight
So i don't get too loose
On the grip
Many people let it go a few times in their life
I'm trying to make sure i don't
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
She's pure alley cat
With fur and fluff so soft
She let's me pet her
If I put a hundred in the cuff
She dances like a pole cat
Around and around she swings
Up and down the bar
Spreading her butter flying wings
She can screech and howl
She's got the sharpest nails
When I jump on her back
She really gives me Hell
She's every boy's dream come true
She every boy's nightmare
She's purely into herself
She's a wink and your last prayer
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Light in the sky
How do I get by?
Dark clouds above me
I can barely see
Blurry vision, now
im tipsy
Drown in your sorrows
Or
Prepare for tomorrow,
Some old
Some new
Who am I to you?
Love is needed
but
Hate is shown
A light is peeping through
More reason to carry on
Reflection from the glass -
I see me,
And angels in the alley
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Creams to reduce eye puffiness
Give it a few hours, she'll be a mess.
She does her make up with dexterity
Her tears will smudge them soon.
But she's gotta maintain her popularity
She puts that neon pink lipstick on
Gives the customer want they want
She is beautiful without being ******
They say her name is of that if a flower
I observe her closely
She takes out a cigarette and places on her lips
The same one in which I always wanted to kiss
Her face I can never forget
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes
I follow her in the alley
She notices me and laughs half-heartedly
I shuffle past the drunken men
I want to know her
We have never met.
She runs away from me and laughs
"Go home, handsome! You'll get lost in this boulevard."
She offers me a cigarette
"Doesn't taste that bad, helps me forget"
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes.
"Hey, hey, hey it's going to be just one shot."
I give her a smug smile.
"Tonight, you will be my boss."
I feel the drugs permeating my system
She ends up crying
She wants someone to listen.
Goes on rambling about her problems
and an ex called Wilson.
Influenced by drugs
I tell her to do the wrong thing.
"If you think drugs are the solution, you should do it!"
Traces of her eyeliner on her lower eye lashes.
"That bitch's outfit hardly matches!"
She gives me one last hug
and places a cigarette on her lips.
I master the courage to give her a little kiss.
Her alcohol breath isn't the best.
Pretty girl is going to die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes.
Her lipstick on the outer edges of her mouth.
Her laughter a little bit too loud
All the curves in the right places
Her love of alcohol and cigarettes
Drunk in our own promises
Letting the drugs take over what ever is left
She just woke up
and lighted a cigarette to her lips
Sound of sirens that dips
It's been 12 hours since we've met.
Her face I can never forget.
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC