Poem #42: Nothing
_Nothing_ Nothing can be everything, If we want something to believe Because it is better to receive Nothing, than not be here at all; Nothing can be everything, Even if we don't withdraw But hide behind our made-up wall Full of nothing,...
Poem #77: Carjacking Bikers
_Carjacking Bikers_ To steal from another person Is to spit on his day Laugh at his normalcy Or happiness or sadness For an entire 24 hours And he barely remembers it The next day Hopefully. Is to punch the smile from his face Take his...
Poem #34.0: What
_What_ It's sad but it's happy. He's mean but he's nice. He's cold but he's hot. He's cool but he's a nerd. It's fixed but it's broken. It's ink but it's led. It's loud but it's quite. It's straight but it's uneven. It's a cat but it's a...
Poem #24: Illusion
_Illusion_ Where does thy heart lie? Must it beat so insistently so? Thy Ruins of love seep in thy heart Thy Woes of love run through thy veins. Though love is not equal, All suffer the same. The rotten corpse Is all which remains Of thy...
Poem #97: My People Are Not the Same
We start out with our connections as an empty light board Slowly, each empty spot is replaced with a little light bulb As the years roll by, more lights appear But not always Some lights go dim Some lights burn out Some lights shatter It's a...
Poem #35: Places of Me
_Places of Me_ The silent ssshhh of black Need not make its way back, For to mine eyes it appeals. The taste of savory red meat Playfully swims in the pool Of summer's hottest day. Its ways have made it Into my taste. Yet this taste I...
Poem #73: In Sleep
_In Sleep_ 1. A Dream When I used to dream I dreamt up a fantasy Where I was with Ms. Perfect I even daydreamed of our lives Together, side by side. The dreams faded into nothing Nothing but memories. 2. A Nightmare As I lie next to him I...
Poem #34.1: What - Revised
_What_ It's sorrowful but it's joyful He's hurtful but also kind It's freezing yet I can't bear the heat It's mended and always broken It's so loud I can't hear the silence The paper is smooth and jagged There are so many words on the blank page...
Poem #70: Silence
_Silence_ I listen to the pounding in his chest. I press my ear up against his rib cage And sigh to myself as the rhythmic beating Makes my own heart race faster. I memorize the beat So that is beats inside my head Every night before I go to...
Poem #74: Wading
_Wading_ Going through a breakup Is like wading through a sea Of french fries Before it begins, You think it will be delightful Almost like a dream come true. It is unpleasant while you are wading And even though you like the taste Of french...
Poem #76: The Hourglass
_The Hourglass_ The sounds of an hourglass Are small, but exist. Its affects upon the mouse are none indeed But the effects on man are greater For the man feels rushed and hurried To complete his task in the time allotted. He hurries to complete...
Poem #75: Tapestry
_Tapestry_ "Unexpected meetings occur in a forest" Is the title of the first painting I look at in the art museum Lined up, in a row, with a bunch Of other paitings done By the same artist. The gallery isn't large, It's actually quite small,...