I was there, laying on
A mossy patch of rock
As a brook gurgled by,
Fresh with glacial waters.
Birds flew above earnestly,
Clear conscience on spread wings.
Tips of pine trees poked
Out holes in the smoke-filled sky
headed for the early afternoon Sun.
Tree blossoms picked
Up by the dense air twist
Away in the wind to welcome
The distant droning of
Sirens, growing until the
Forest itself slows do...
The dark, frigid waters
Are waters dark and frigid.
They’re cold, making
Them never warm.
It’s that way because….
Of something.
Since I was a whippersnapper
Ive known where I’m from.
That’s enough for me.
I mean, why do I have to express
Myself in this manner? It feels
Like I’m just making incomplete
Sentences to unclearly
Portray how I’m feeling.
Let’s be honest: most poetry
We call good would p...
When the Phoenix flames
Shine upon the rocks
Of Gibraltar, shaking
Their very roots to the
Core, you will find my
Eyes ablaze, carrying
Full purpose.
The day is coming;
A spark shall light red
Razor-feathers and
Cast beams bright
Enough to blot the Sun’s
Rays themselves.
And when meager times
Arrive, I will not wither.
I will be the candle which
Never fades, my resolve
The endless
Wick, the fuel...
Just out of my reach.
Beckon the words to the edge of my lips.
Interloping intruders:
Bring me there,
Where little beauties
Are spoken in common
Tongues, pains and
Sorrows are swaddled
Away in palm leaf cocoons,
Sunlight splits into seams,
Shining pillars bathing
Undergrowth, coaxing
Worries away.
Bland sheaths of wheat
Aren’t grayed; they show
So thick with gold they
Summon memories of
Ancient ...
Love is the lie that keeps us alive.
It catches the string of our shirt
As we jump for the edge
Of the cliff.
As far as the string unravels,
As thin as it gets,
You will never crash
Into the torrent.
Foam will curl and
Spray; you’ll taste
The salt water stinging
Your eyes.
You may reach your
Hand towards the
Dark waters, beckoning you
With their mysterious
Depths, all to no avail.
Love will pull...
The fireflies flirted with the dark
Giving eyes to the shadows.
It was them who had seen
Me sneak into Mr. Gramintz’s yard
And swipe his golf club.
A different set of flashing lights
Now flood the driveway;
I remember it clearly,
The changing colors
Striking my father’s face.
In the corner was my shame,
Poorly hidden.
His child; cursed child.
He stood, his legs broad trunks
Anchored to the ground ...
The first snowflakes are so delicate,
They do little more than signal Winter
Is coming.
I can’t tell you why they cheer me,
Waken me from bleak summers.
The break of dawn is cliché
When the trees are thicker
With green than even the
Overgrown lawns.
The heat goes beyond unbearable,
Twisted with the humid air;
It sticks to skin and saps
All the fibers of muscle
To a weighty glob of mush
By the ti...
I hold a fickle hand
With little else but judgement to pass.
Not the kind which is dutiful
In nature, fulfilling the purpose
Of justice - no, this kind
Is much cruder, idealized
To my own whimsy,
Reacting instantaneously
But no less solid.
My trespasses need
No forgiveness;
They lack a name
To attach their sentiments.
My conscience couldn’t
bear the vitriol of the words I used.
Freedom from acc...
I remember to wither in your gaze,
Burnt ‘til brittle.
My worth measured in ashes
Left scattered in the dirt.
I am left to fertilize the
ground for whoever is next,
Fresh soil hiding a barren landscape.
Inevitably, it will happen,
Someone will find themselves
Lured to the bed…
And you will wait,
And wait,
And wait for their roots to sink in
Deep within the cracks of bedrock,
Fastening them down, ...