It takes long.
Longer than it seems,
To achieve those dreams.
Plant the seeds instead,
Of expecting the future. Continue reading
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Poem: The Wobbling
Year Two Christmas Collection #8: Weirdest Poem! “Poem: Hourglass”
(Originally posted August 13th, 2016.)
Find me,
The note said,
It talked about a girl I could not know.
Born a long, long, long time ago. Continue reading
Poem: Up Way Too Late
Oh, look at the time.
Gone again—back again.
Late nights are the day for me.
I haven’t seen much of the sun.
I can’t understand why—but sleep is not my friend. Continue reading
Poem: What’s Left
I’d forgotten about you.
I took you, put you in there.
That closet. Shut away.
What did you even feed on while you were there?
I gave you no more bitterness.
No more sorrow.
How could you still even exist? Continue reading
Poem: Nickels And Dimes
Poem: Wednesday
Poem: I’m Sorry
I’m sorry.
Things fell out of my hands.
I got annoyed—I got upset,
And by the end of it, I’d lost my place.
My sense of rhythm. Continue reading
Poem: Feverish
How could a body undo a disease?
Through fire,
Through pain,
Through the mindless numbness of pressure? Continue reading
Christmas Collection #3: Favorite Poem! “Poem: Every Night”
(Originally posted April 9th, 2016)
The nighttime still so soundless,
Filled with
Something dread.
A monster deep inside us.
Begging to be fed. Continue reading
Poem: Do It For Glory
Why do you do the things you do?
Why can’t the ideas spark in someone else’s head?
What did you do to deserve the critical eye? Continue reading
Poem: Hourglass
Poem: The Telltale Tinge Of Storms
You know a storm before it comes.
The signs, well, they always find a way to warn.
The yellowing tinge of the sky.
The way the wind hits the palms.
The feeling of the change. The one animals taste.
Better than you ever could. Continue reading
All Hallows’ Eve
There are only two moons you want on Halloween night.
A crescent or a full.
One for the witch, and one for the werewolves.
But can you deal with the fright?
Because there are only two things I want on Halloween night.
To trick and treat.
And not find any razor blades in what I eat.
So can you survive this youth-based blight?
Because there are two things that stalk on Halloween night. Continue reading
Twas The Night…
‘Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the house;
Not a creature was stirring, except me,
Butchering the rhyme a bit as you can see. Continue reading
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