Curse the pricker bush
and in due time
an earthquake shall rhyme
with fortitude and thunder.
She is confident and trivial
yet when events are asunder,
the house will rumble
Screams bellow from a petite
body, lusting with hot air
and anger.
For she did not possess
the correct colored heels
to match her favorite dress.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The Exhausted Lotus
In water it sits,
above water it cries.
It carries a scent divine.
Many a lullaby is sung upon it's leaves,
willow trees rumor it never sleeps.
Lady by day,
howler by night,
frogs use as shade,
humans use for display.
above water it cries.
It carries a scent divine.
Many a lullaby is sung upon it's leaves,
willow trees rumor it never sleeps.
Lady by day,
howler by night,
frogs use as shade,
humans use for display.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
My Heart as an Eggshell Continuously Cracking
At a modular speed
our emotions decline
growing bitter near a grape vine.
I ask of your words to speak
kindly to my ears
but all I see are the typed out words.
I cannot help that my brian ties knots
around a substantial trail that soon
will rot. What am I doing?
I have done it all wrong again.
Every wrong answer to an
intelligent, thoughtful question.
Give me an encyclopedia on emotions
and human interactions.
I will study.
Nothing can compare to the true
confrontation to an intimidating figure
full with a face, a bright complexion,
and complex reactions.
How do I read you?
You have no pages.
Diaries are hidden from view.
I give up so easily and you mistake
that for abuse.
What do I do
when my smile disappears?
I am overrun with information from this
digital era.
I cannot cope with what society spews,
like sewage and grim interlocking with mine.
A book is what I crave,
but the bright screen of a laptop
is tempestuous.
I am an inner-workings of a clock,
an unfulfilled pile of glum.
Please refer to the top of the poem
to read again....
our emotions decline
growing bitter near a grape vine.
I ask of your words to speak
kindly to my ears
but all I see are the typed out words.
I cannot help that my brian ties knots
around a substantial trail that soon
will rot. What am I doing?
I have done it all wrong again.
Every wrong answer to an
intelligent, thoughtful question.
Give me an encyclopedia on emotions
and human interactions.
I will study.
Nothing can compare to the true
confrontation to an intimidating figure
full with a face, a bright complexion,
and complex reactions.
How do I read you?
You have no pages.
Diaries are hidden from view.
I give up so easily and you mistake
that for abuse.
What do I do
when my smile disappears?
I am overrun with information from this
digital era.
I cannot cope with what society spews,
like sewage and grim interlocking with mine.
A book is what I crave,
but the bright screen of a laptop
is tempestuous.
I am an inner-workings of a clock,
an unfulfilled pile of glum.
Please refer to the top of the poem
to read again....
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tortoise Shell Ricochet
I have a horror movie for a brain,
and heart that constantly bleeds.
When will a voice consume me?
and heart that constantly bleeds.
When will a voice consume me?
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
I WILL be that Man
Interim travails
cannot communicate in such noise.
Television grumbles,
athletes fight
to rid themselves of memories
held in childhoods.
cannot communicate in such noise.
Television grumbles,
athletes fight
to rid themselves of memories
held in childhoods.
My Neck Vibrates
Rattle snake tails
sway like tree limbs in the dark.
Why is there night for evil
occupations to arise?
sway like tree limbs in the dark.
Why is there night for evil
occupations to arise?
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