The new carpet is multicolored
Splashed and sprawled out fabric
Stringy hues overlapping each other
Rainbows knitted together
Weaving and winding
Held captive by the walls
Crawling and climbing
Like a bag of gummy worms
Slithering beneath my feet
sunflowers
poetryoh life’s a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
walkin’ around town
with you all day
drink till i’m drunk
or i’m sober again
pull of my skin
let it blow in the wind
oh life’s like a
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiide (ha
ha) ah
you speak in a language
so beautiful
i wish i could read it
my fragmented brain
my softspoken penis
whispers in my ear
“lets feel alive”
so i do, oh i do
how contrived
strapped in to this
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
know the power of the sun
poetrythese days
we live in a continuum of rain
beneath infinite clouds
our heads bowed
we keep our eyes clear
to see what–
the ground?
gross-ku
poetrycovered in curled pubes,
once white porcelain now
iridescent yellow glows.
Stupid
poetryall day long
i’ve banged my head
against whatever hard object
was closest at hand
(figuratively, not literally),
cursing my lack of thought,
which is only a nice way to say
i was stupid, Stupid, STUPID.
almost poetry
poetryflight brought tears
not to my eyes
but to an (interesting rhyming concept)
Live it
poetryThought I’d
try something different.
Well, not so different, so
much as classic. Well, not
so much classic, as just
old hat.
Get in to it.
Live it.
Breathe it.
Be it.
If you’re not panting
you’re doing it wrong.
Haiku
poetrySo how come when the
Stormy weather finally leaves,
It still isn’t sunny?
breakinggggg
poetrynever shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
never shoulda opened this door
never shoulda looked inside it
never shoulda walked in this room
never shoulda sat down
reflections on horrible music
poetrydid you ever know that i eat gyros?
i’ve always been a fan of real greek food
i can get plenty at the foodcourt
’cause you are the one who buys me things
On The Living Room Floor
poetryStanding erect and straight
Like statues
Their ranks spread out vastly
In every direction
Stone faced glares
Look onward towards combat
At the ready, guns upright
Commander’s bellows
And trumpeters lungs
Frozen
As the colossal enemy
Looms ahead
A shrieking cry
Proliferates the battlefield
Followed by the earth trembling
Charge of the monster
Crushing regiments like the impact
Of pennies on a train track
As she pounces to her food dish
Behind the plastic soldiers
The Ford.
poetryShh…
I think the Ford’s on fire
parked out on the open field
behind the Jones’ house.
Let’s watch and hope that it explodes
just like our favorite T.V. Shows
but no-one will get hurt,
that’s how it works.
Or at least, so I was told…
net
poetrythey’ve forced me unplugged
and removed my pen from my hand
so i sit emasculated in what
they claim is class all day
weekend long wishing for my
fingers to type something
to be sent into the nether
for your eyes to read because
ive forgotten how to bleed ink
into the canvas that doesn’t
glow with power
It Burns Us!
poetrycarelessly rubbed eye,
mexican lunch forgotten,
capciacin is pain.
cherry blossom petals
poetrya drift of cherry blossoms
flits across the street
like a school of fish
in a cement sea.
I really want to know.
poetryDarkness
as best defined by someone who has never experienced true darkness,
is never quite as
bleak
as it ought to be.
Darkness as witnessed first-hand
is
terrifying.
Why, I shudder to think
what some may do when
faced
with it.
4/6/4
poetryBright strands of light
Piercing through the window
Warm against my skin
waiting is the hardest part
poetrythe days have turned into weeks
and still the call hasn’t come,
leaving us in limbo
with only unanswered questions
of who, where, when, how,
why won’t this change!
and so the waiting
turns into pacing,
and the pacing
turns into gnawing,
all of which i hide from you
putting on a strong face,
and never realizing that
you don’t need my strength,
only my trust.
Fire
poetryIt was evening when I built the fire
Kindled in twilight
Night dragging on a veil of shadows
Before morning rays shone through
Afternoon stretched its course
And with it came evening again
Where a fresh log and heavy exhale
Sprung forth smoldering embers
A Phoenix reignited to life
Flames licking at the cedar
the sea of awkwardness
poetrysometimes i talk
only to fill the void,
lengthening with every moment
that a word is not said,
engulfing me
engulfing you
engulfing everyone,
swallowing us whole
and spitting us out
into a sea of awkwardness.
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