#tine
On the edge of autumn,
I see the sky and trees ablaze with color.
I can still smell
the smoldering fires of fierce youth,
when the landscape of my heart was wild,
a wilderness that wouldn't be tamed.
But I'm afraid
old age has quenched my thirst for adventure.
Even my poems have lost their teeth.
Gone are my scabbed-up knees
and swords made of sticks.
No beautiful maidens to rescue;
just constipation to overcome
as I listen to the ticking
of the clock,
beating louder as evening draws near.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
No, not lost time -
just rearranged.
Not catching up -
just turning the page.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 8:04 AM UTC
When you're told the end is soon and feel as if you have been spending your time like a child unconcerned with the world around.
I look to life lived and the things made and destroyed hearts and lives, lost and saved ran to ground
People discovered shared and loved all around some now and some then never really knowing if on the other side if you'll see them again
My heart crys of the past so broken memories seeing her face her smile reliving what was spent.
A warning to all you never know when it could be through when they discover something growing killing
Spend your time well because its key and I say I hope in the other side they'll see me.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
I'm offbeat humming a tune
Making it difficult for you to tap your feet
You decide to scream out of key
Staring at me as I stare at you
Silence broken by you asking
Should we take this home
Counted me in on three
I speak about what I know
I only believe what I see
And I have seen a right and left not make a perfect pair
I'm the type that would rather smoke the trees then count the leafs
Live life instead of living for afterlife
Pushing your beliefs won't make me believe
Love is far from free
Hate holds more weight
Hard to love with hate
Thanks to the pain I hate to love
I threw twelve nickles in a well
I threw sixty cents away
My last girlfriend was out here to teach me
Failing is not the worst part of failure
That would be holding on to long
Love to hate to loneiness to regrets
Now I sit with torn pictures and scotch tape
Till I finish off a fifth of liquor
From Facebook you would think my life is perfect
Fake as the smile on this aged face
Sad as the man with that fake smile and aged face
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC