Pages
Have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns pages i stab at thee oh muse of mine taunting teasing but leaving me lie pages crumpled pages poems long forgotten
Sacred
A broken moment, lost in failure and treachery, shattered, splintered, frayed, and, forgotten. copy-written to xander bradeshaw
Poem: The Floor
We're forgotten.
Like a fog
#1 of poems poem i wrote during a dark time like a fog in the dark, forgotten street where time, like a fog, curls 'round one's feet and the slow hum of people begins to fade i present to myself my own accolade most likely to pray to the stars above
Sunset on a Rooftop
A day's troubles are forgotten, as i watch and see, the mighty sun setting before me. as the moon begins to rise, and stars twinkle in the skies, sweet darkness folds in around me.
A poem of home
To taste old tastes to smell old scents to hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten mind's wonder and senses delight nature's bounty and home soil the familiar yet strange the strange yet familiar, change stations robin for sparrow, and squirrel
Flux (Poetry)
The banks empty: lost, forgotten. there never was anything there. could i step once over that mount? like the prophet, i fear i won't. ends are certain. the middles, not. that is a truth. or so i'm told. i grow too old. and yet i'm young.
Symphony to a Tigress
**_symphony_** i can see, within your smile, the echo of music forgotten. i can feel; once held within my arms, your love, your trust, and your friendship.
Chapter 7: Of Fox and Wolf
"don't think we have forgotten the events of the past and, don't get me wrong, if we continue warring with each other while the innocent die, does that make any better than those things out there.?"
Fireworks
The german shepard laughed, placing his hands on his belly as some forgotten rock band from the sixties drizzled from the ghetto blaster behind them. "well we don't get many city slickers down here."
3:21 Contingency Plan
"think i've forgotten?" trilby asked, shaking his head. "i haven't forgotten." nodding, he looked from alias to mick, then back. "your names will never appear on any official report, like we agreed. also..."
Bottom Dweller
#1 of forgotten drafts so this is an old first draft i did about a wanderer who lived on the surface of the earth if the future matched the jetsons.