"fowling" poems
by what light!this pains' dismay is taught and frigid
it is the earth upholding my footfalls genial and slow
i tread and mark the soil as turning sunder:the stain
last frail and withered node of light 7fold and thrice
the hills are marching under that calamity of orange
duskish and fowling their curvaceous hide. i'm loose and tight
in folds of grass. and i walk
and i walk
and i w
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sharp words shouldn't be spoken
Nobody's perfect
When everything comes out broken
Choking on every syllable
Soaking up every last "I'm sorry"
like a sponge that's full already
Steady, aim, fire another round across his bow
Give her another volley of misunderstanding champ,
because your fowling out over fences topped with razor wire
Sometimes a simple smile seems better
Than a string of wrong words that leave your mouth bitter
Sometimes still tongues touch more hearts
and wagging ones turn burnt ears into quitters
Sometimes stepping out's better
Why stick around and frown?
Why let it all bring you down?
Needle and thread your squack box
Turn keys on locks
And give it up, will ya?!
Try it again tomorrow
There'd be a whole lot less sorrow....
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
I rue the day I lost faith in myself,
let negativity take over sober thought
and say to me my chances are shot,
to be content at a morose trot fowling maps of my life that strangers plot.
Is Life just a spinning gun? , a game of luck.
Revolving on, in endless loops leaving me stuck in the muck.
Waiting for my turn to tug the trigger as the steak gets bigger
and my goals and dreams are self-dammed,
the fires that burn them self-fanned.
My mind imposing dark bans on self-success as I tell myself “I’m a mess”
what would happen if I focused and give my best?
What would happen if before I play i open the magazine and abandon the bullet?
Would I do better if I wasn’t so worried I’d shoot myself?
If before I play i dare to prepare and tell myself I will win because the bullets gone and that negative voice binned.
I Think I could.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
"what a wicked smile"" they say,
A grin with a twist,
A smirk I display.
They don't understand this isn't bliss
Madness is my escape,
just choose the right door,
and insanity creates,
Its never to be known what's in store.
I relate to no one.
well that's dramatic.
The one who I was created from,
the addict.
He's always come back .
fowling my plot.
The knight in black,
"the bat who can't be caught"
that's what they say in Arkam,
they think they're special.
Don't worry about that ****
just stick to our schedule.
You wouldn't exist with out me,
I make you better.
Ill break free,
youll find me sooner or later.
just me and you.
Ill be waiting.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC