"roanoke" poems
A part of me has hated you from the moment we met
Because all the other parts of me were instantly
Pathetically
In love with you
I hate how I stare at my computer screen every night
Hoping to see that green circle next to your name
But you and I both know I’ll never do a **** thing about it
I loathe those little things that remind me of you
I pour coffee
I see you brushing your teeth
I drive down highway 105
Pass the Biscuitville sign
Instantly in my mind
I see you walking around in your cowboy hat
Hear brown boots making their familiar clip clop sound
Your footsteps sound like symphonies
And I hate that hat
You may be the cowboy of Roanoke
But to me you’ll always be that ******** from Alamance
Who I could never get over
May never get over
Usually nothing sticks with me
I’ve only been addicted to two things in my life
Self-destruction and you
And I’ve spent my entire life trying to find a replacement
Cigarettes are expensive
Coke has a bad comedown
Other people
They’re just not the same
I detest you
You’re pompous
Selfish
And the best human being I’ve ever met
I hate how I can’t forget you
I hate!
I hate…
Because it’s easier for me to hate than to love
I choose loathe over like
Obsession over rejection
Loneliness over loss
To love you would be to lose you
Hate it's my armor
The weight
It’s pulled me underwater
And even there you’re still swimming circles ‘round my head
You can’t help the way the current flows
But baby
No.
Not baby
Not darling
Not mine
I caught you once and threw you back
Cause I didn't know how to love
I still don't
But I know very well how to hate
And my God do I hate you
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
A seed
as trim
when frills
are mine
in Roanoke
shall shine
Blue Ridge
Mountain Skies
again with
appellation contrôlée
in my
appetite and
a year
away in
Virginia and
tannin taste
sure today.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
Roanoke is like webbed toes; really weird but in a way that makes you wanna cough or throw up if you look too close
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
What if our Species—far away in the past—was actually a race of neanderthals , but then a parasite from a planet inhabited by a race of Intelligent, Enlightened beings came here and has colonized us as meat husks and has failed to build a success.
Eventually, we lost our purpose.
So we followed the Sun—everything’s first god—our last hope as self-conscious apes who act in lines and indoctrinate all kinds of symmetry as dutifully as that big bright spot in the sky goes from Our east to Our west.
We are not jamestown geniuses—we are roanoke—lost in a foreign wilderness, cold and yearning for even a candles’ blink of warmth in the dark that surrounds us, alienates us, swallows us.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
I cut out this morning,
To float the river down.
I know you all will miss me,
But I am Richmond bound.
Tell my girl in Roanoke,
Not to weep for me.
I'll be back to see her,
After Autumn leaves.
Tell dad that I'll miss him,
And I won't get too loud.
I didn't join the navy,
But I'll still make him proud.
Please tell our mother sorry,
Her baby had to leave.
But I will learn and do things,
That she will not believe.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Each side of grandmother
We leaned in and looked;
At the pictures in the storybook.
We started slowly with little books,
Like a stream turns into a brook;
Brook turns to river, and then the ocean;
Our minds and hearts were set in motion.
We were with Pilgrim all the way,
(Which took an hour or two each day)
From ***** mire to heaven's bliss;
Each word we waited; Never missed.
Roanoke Mystery could not wait;
Oh, what was their final fate!
We heard the theories one by one;
Of what those people could have done.
When an hour or two flew by;
We had to ask with a sigh,
"Why did we have to go and play;
And wait so long for another day?"
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
It rained today in Roanoke;
I got some peace of mind.
It cleansed the headache and my heart
From all I’d kept inside.
The rain today in Roanoke,
It seemed to ease my pain.
All the anger and frustration;
All the work I’d done in vain.
The clouds, they wept in Roanoke.
I’m happy with the grey.
I can’t dance in the sunshine
If we never have some rain.
Thank you, sky in Roanoke.
I’m ready for this fight.
I think all that I needed was
A little time to cry.
-k.c.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC