Army Of Poets
I, among this Army of Poets!
Millions. Fragile and exhausted.
Armed only with wit and words.
Bodies and Souls in these trenches... more »
When the wind
Cut apart the heat... more »
Gaia, I apologize!
I cannot explain why little boys bully and burn ants with lenses,
but are always perfect gentlemen to ladybugs.
I cannot explain why alcohol in a man is like wind in a tree.... more »
Your lips are like knives against my neck
And though hate seems like a suitable reciprocation
I find it all impossible
Instead I get lost in this jungle of thought... more »
Gills In My Mind
Words passing through the gills in my mind
Like a sieve it selects some and leaves others
As I inhale the world I feel my heart rate climb... more »
Like vines, our gnarling wandering branches
Will find one another and take hold
For most, the sun seems so desirable
But I would rather reach toward you... more »
The rickety sound of a playing card
King of Hearts
Continuously flutters against the spokes of a wheel
That isn’t there... more »
On The Edge
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You will be trampled under black combat boots,
Your face pinned up and bloodied against concrete walls
As you leave your crimson mark on the world.
You will be intimidated by guns, bats, shields and gasses.... more »
A sailor’s wounds never heal.
Become leathery scars
As boy turns to man... more »
Indifferent to both urgency and idleness
the clock counts on and on and on
mocking my lack of productivity
minute by minute, hour by hour... more »
With armored skin
And delicate receptors
At the ends... more »
My skin is becoming cold and damp
A painful pulse in my eyes is
Bouncing off the inside of the back of my skull
And all voices echo... more »
Who Are You?
I don’t even know who you are anymore
In a strangely angled picture beneath a pseudonym
You digitally enhance the vibrancy of the colors
Compromising authenticity for “something more”... more »