Poem #88: Dark Tunnel
A nice metaphor. hope you enjoy.
Poem #82: Bleck
_Bleck_ When I can barely breathe Out of my nose, it's so clogged Up with mucus and snot That drips down endlessly No matter how many times I blow it When I can't barely speak Because my throat is so red and raw That swallowing is so painful...
Sunlight Tiger's Battle
#2 of non furry an extensive metaphor about both the sunrise and the sunset. as i look towards the sea i notice a tiger like sky stalking the earth around it.
Tide (Poem)
Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about. As I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living. The sigh of the wind. The sound of the lapping...
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the rain today and watched the falling shadows play, making ripples come and ripples go. Standing water used to show a reflection of who I am, but rain drops crashed and broke me down. How can I be sure I'm me when I have no...
Full Circle
Full Circle Strong cypress lies aside me Grown out of a field Mockingbird sings freely Never forced to yield. A river of molten rock Runs not far beyond The deer and the crane Visible from any stalk Yet under the pouring rain May yet breed a...
Needles
Cold Touch Sting Stab Burn Flush Push Tear Remember The days The lies The outward cries Screams Unheard A flightless bird Caged Enraged Without escape Fearing Sneering Jeering Running Hiding To no avail Left...
How To Beat Anxiety
First of all harden your gaze Inhale and fill up your glass Remind yourself nobody cares And remember that feelings don't last Sit back and put on a smile And sharpen your tongue with lies Clean your teeth with hatred And wash your hands with...
Dreamy Downpour
The thunderous retorts from the storm outside, cascade of muffled noises echoing throughout the night. oddly it calms me so, allowing the ever-desired inward look into my own depths. Boisterous reports of the rain trying to get inside, serenade of...
Hanging Over his Head
Hanging Over His Head Hanging over his head are Half-conjured images of desires, Of a rose in a shire, Whose outlook is dire, Of doves flying home, That never grow tired. Hanging over his head A golden field of wheat And a line of red...
Raining on patchwork hearts
It's really hot outside, when I go, so it takes me by surprise when the rain comes and I am stuck in something brisk, even more-so when it begins to storm and I am lost in the city. I don't mind the rain so much anymore, it's quite common these days,...
Missing
Missing Here I lay in the earth Only one of 7 billion One in a hundred Millions die and millions live Soon to be trillion In this place of mirth And filled with dread What can I give? There is a distant ceiling In a room with no doors And...