I walked right by a poem today Then stopped and turned around, The house is lit by sunny rays Its disdainful grace abounds. A ring of unruly flowers Surrounds the vibrant lawn, And the pillars rise up like towers... Continue Reading →
Though bright eyes may strain, Murky shadows are all there is to see; Lungs burning and gasping for air Are fed only stale time, Feet search for a path beneath Finding only thorns and brambles, And hands made to create... Continue Reading →
Trembling, shattering - The web of cracks so thin. Spreading and expanding Until only a block of dust - Like loose chalk compressed For a brief moment. Seemingly only whole until A breeze, or a light touch Scatters the microscopic... Continue Reading →
The state of the larger part of the world at present is to be other than what it is. Consequently, the surviving optimists must work very diligently to restore the world from what it has slipped into back to what... Continue Reading →
If you were to ask me Why I believe that which I do, I could tell you, it's quite simple Here: I'll spell it out for you My God is not a fairy tale Nor a mere fantasy. His... Continue Reading →
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo fo a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 