Shed for the Fallen
#1 of poetry one of my poems. shed for the fallen life is not a thing to last more so for those loved that have passed. but then, there are the days of terramor, land of the heart where they survive forever more.
Passion
#23 of national poetry writing month poem #23 for national poetry month. * * * have you ever met someone who is truly passionate about something?
Poem #51: Innocence
#52 of poetry a somewhat darker poem that covers the presence and absence of innocence in the world. enjoy.
You Don't Need To Understand
#1 of national poetry writing month this month is national poetry month! so as part of that i'm doing a 30 day poetry challenge for the month of april. one poem every day until the month is over.
Poem #53: Regret
#54 of poetry i poured a lot of emotion into this poem. it makes me want to cry almost every time i read this; because we all have those things that we wish we never did, and some are worse than others. enjoy.
Canyons
I feel not your agony as you do It strikes me across the canyon And I can't help but stagger, overwhelmed My empathy is a buttress Built from your tragedy (Pray forgive me) There's little I can do across this divide I know you not...
Edge of Eternity
#4 of national poetry writing month poem i wrote about outer space for national poetry month. * * * what lies at the farthest reaches of the universe?
Is this poetry? I'm unsure.
So long ago my Art History professor asked the class why does one make art? My response is engraved into my very soul deeply and clearly. I raised my hand and answered "To Be Understood." It is such painful and exquisite irony that she said...
The Rose of Midnight
#5 of poetry the dancing moons a drape of darkness city lights,gleaming gems wandering eyes quieting sighs minds,tranquil warm smiles interlocked fingers hearts,aloof an exchange of words simple and few sweet,sweet ambrosia
Teenage Loves
This was a sonnet that I wrote not too long ago in a new form that I created, tercet, tercet, quatrain, quatrain. It might be a little rough, but I spent a good two weeks trying to finish it, and it seems to have come out rather well. There's some...
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...
Deviance
Should not our hearts and souls come first, when finding a mate and life to share, if not for the flesh, but love, we thirst? It seems so crass, what's beneath one's skirt or pants should determine such affairs. Should not our hearts and souls...