#blackoutpoetry
Another and another, stripped flat.
The whispering world behind the scenes longing for what they could say of the broken
The names openly spoken and swept from mouth to mouth
More than gravity unknown
It stopped her heart
He would’ve answered
He plucked the brightest star and drowned it.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
Storms in us are barreling, taking aim at our threats.
Land will impact the wind. Hurricanes, powerful wind, moving west.
The center of wind, rain, and surf strikes close. Halt the move. Storm Center had wind.
Located on moving mouths, a storm watches for strength until it sees a chance. It reaches for heavy areas. Could it flood?
Meanwhile, expect a long line. Storm forces could reach night or day.
The earliest storm follows from the son.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Luck
is important of course
When we’re out to have lots of
Kisses
The world,
all about his travels,
Says he fell in love with
Her
A wonderful ride round
Everything
But, then he didn’t,
And he said
That girl would always be special, but really special,
Lots more serious than the
Ones
She tells to be a queen, very strict,
Started a wonderful story, the old tales, scary,
Because a monster met
Each other
We were a part of each other,
Remembering
The story,
To hear about the joke of it, he knows I
don’t ,
Terrible things attack
Everyone
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
we run through life's tunnel--
terrified,
walls covered in mirrors,
our reflections always on display
for the passersby.
a straight path,
reminding us of our imperfect
reflections,
until we reach the end--
glass hitting us right in the face.
that's all we see at the end--
ourselves,
and all the people we wished we could be,
replacing our reflection.
in reflections, what we see
is never what we want to be.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
silk sheets scraping smooth skin
hiding from the morning sun-
the sky looking down at her
picking clouds out one by one.
jays chirping the same song
each night before bed--
the blues lyrics
always getting stuck in her head.
the shirt she wore when she first kissed you,
hands grasping so tight her veins went
blue.
***
when she sees her favorite color,
she only thinks of you--
but when you're together
she is never really blue.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
The light escaped barely through the cold morning.
I found you broken—and I was too,
You healed me more than I could heal you,
I wiped the tear rolling down your cheek,
Your last word escaped the brim of your lips
So weak, so fragile;
And our love grew boundless.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
The children grew heavy on our backs
The desert sun was baking our skin
But we could still see sand, endless at the horizon
We knew our last days were near.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
The cadence of the birds
The gentle breeze
The waters and the plants:
They breathe
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
clouded by home,
you troubled people
ask and destroy lives
to remake despair.
the power put in his hands
silenced her into that
familiar trap.
“i should have let her go.”
but he began attempting the
impossible, so used to looking
at the Gorgon, afraid to face
the sacrifice tightening
under his head.
“tomorrow?”
“dearest—!”
she flooded his heart with
goodbye.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
The greatest demonstration of freedom in the history of the nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
A great beacon light of hope.
Seared in the flames of withering justice.
One hundred years later, the ***** still is not free.
We’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check.
This note was the promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white, men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned.
Now is the time to make real promises of democracy.
Now is the time to make injustice a reality for all of God’s children.
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the ***** is granted his citizen rights.
In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations.
You have been veterans of creative suffering.
Go back, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
I say to you today, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.
A deeply rooted american dream.
A dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream where little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the context of their character.
I have a dream today!
That little black boys and girls, will be able to join hands with little white boys and girls as brothers and sisters.
I have a dream today!
The rough places will be plain and the crooked places will be made straight, “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope.
This is the faith I go back with.
With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children --- black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics --- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old ***** spiritual, “Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.”
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
The old black and white photo was taken
the day my life had changed forever.
It was a humid morning in July.
My hair had sprung into tight silky curls.
I was standing in the sun. Hands on hips, with a self possessed grin.
I was confident. Forward. Naive, and full of potential to be anything I wanted to be.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
when the rainy day comes along,
she can become more POWERFUL--
the greatest goal towards which humankind could strive.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
the prairie led to a clearing where
a tree
ought to be enough to brush away the smoke
the spring by the clearing
had to kick the fire out before dark
it was risky
five months
it had gone on
looking for smoke
through the flat woods.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
strings were broken,
in the end
but
no one is dead as
long as
we suffer
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
"Talk to her."
She stopped crying,
She talked to him.
She was laughing,
She was smiling.
I noticed her.
I wanted this.
Not everything is lost.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
If we'd lived like normal people-
All of this could have been avoided.
But we didn't.
We were nuts and desperate.
We couldn't help but create this
nothingness that drove us completely crazy,
sad,
empty.
Still, no one's desperation came close
to matching mine.
They all seemed to be able to go back to their lives.
They got scuffed up and they got on with it,
Only I seemed to be left behind,
crying and screaming,
wanting some satisfaction,
wanting to feel something.
I always sought solace in places
where I know, absolutely,
that it did not exist.
Is this what insanity feels like?
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
I need help.
I am falling on broken glass.
I am collapsing on myself.
I am shards of glass.
I am killing myself.
Though somehow,
I continue to hold on
for dear life.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
He sat down and wrote
Complaining of his exclusion
And the life of extreme seclusion.
You must be surprised if you suffer
A danger that I cannot name.
I am the chief of terrors so unmanning.
Lighten this destiny.
Respect my silence.
The Dark Influence smiled
With the promise of peace of mind.
His life, so great.
A change of words must lie
For some deeper ground
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Your hands
Wave
Over
Me
Still
The threshold
To
Guilt
Presents
The years
Overdo
In some less-than-conscious
Battle
And
The lines
Reassure
Great
Trouble
To Combat
Global
Impulse
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC