Jul 11

Geometry of NYC

Jul 08
poem 0 comments challenge: Vonnegut


                   is    futile

breathtaking                when


for     one        single
        to         take                                a
Jul 04


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Jun 24

Middle School - An odyessy

a sail to the wind
caution has flown
run little girl
run all the way home
keep your eyes
on the vanishing horizen
breathe in the cool night
which the stars soon arise in
a song of forgiveness
gives hope to the sea grey
hold close my hand
please let me stay
somedays you hurt me
and somedays you heal
somedays i'm dreaming
somedays it's too real
imagine a miracle
the bringing of the light
i'll change the world
and you hold me tight.

Jun 19

Rain -a confused metaphor

rain is a poet's muse
not any rain but
a cold rain that drips over the stars
a rain that threatens to push away reality for just one second 
and show you another world.
a secret rain for someone to hide in their pocket
and twirl in when nobody's watching.
rain makes you imagine if this crazy life is real
it is sad with you
and happy for you.
sometimes rain drips into your fading rubber boots
until it topples over the edge
and other times the droplets are a million audience members
for you to take pleasure in
and share with.
Everytime it pours
a raindrop falls for every person on this planet.
We brush aside the rain with our machines
just like we do to those who we think less of.
But all that aside
let me ask you this
rain hurts you sometimes
but doesn't everything?
and how much rain can you afford to lose?
Jun 15

Crimes of the lonely

She once stepped too close to the sun
Now she breathes fire into the ocean
And the tempest dances
She once danced in the stars 
But her feet became cut 
And bled from her prances.
She once enhaled the rain
Letting it cool her words
But sometimes water can’t put out a fire
She once loved to much
Pretended she was free
And was burned by desire.
She once spread her wings
And wished to fly
She once had a friend 
Who loved her
But she made her hold up her sky.
Jun 13


Jun 12
poem 0 comments challenge: Ferocity


A night
Struck from the sky
By a torrent of thunder
Cold light invading your house
As it crashes through your trembling windows
And illunminates your fearful figure for seconds
Before darkness reigns again.
Breathless moments counting
Waiting for the low rumble of thunder
Follwed by the splashing rain
Drizzling itself over the earth
A crash
A strike of light
A drop of rain

Jun 09
poem 2 comments challenge: Junk


I hold onto my dreams
Like they'll melt into frozen snow
Because my hands are the only things keeping them from you.
You think there pointless
That I should hide myself
In the deepest of forests
And the darkest of oceans.
Put on a mask
And be manufactured by this world
Hammered into place.
But you cannot fit a square peg into a round hole.
I will never throw my dreams away.
I will tuck them away between music notes
And messy scrawl
Until we are ready to fly free