Black lake, dark as night,Glimmering with nothingness,Drifting clouds reveal(In this shy embrace, broken),A moon close enough to touch.
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
Cool Valentines
Winter lends coolness,To the raw heat of the day,Killing misty dreams.Lovers cling together, inDesperate idolatry.
The pen hovers still
The pen hovers still,Frozen like midwinter thoughts.While ink slowly dries. How did I write, then,In those days before you came,Bringing me such joy?Now that you are gone from me,My shattered art weeps such words. Joy taught me the skills,That gives life to hollow thought,Arranged in sad forms.
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Some days I don’t want to write, I want to scream, I want to drown in my own insecurity, I want to wallow in this tepid depression, I want to be held by someone who cares, And then I want to tear out their throat when they betray me, I want someone to rightly call … Continue reading Add a Title
4:44am, Monday
Breath on the window,Waiting to the last moment,It's fucking cold out.
Not a poem
This is no poem,It's simply an idle thought:I think that I still miss you.
Thank you, Atticus
His hands worked slowly,Pulling up the dark covers,Tucking me in, safe. Even winter's chill,Can do nothing in the face,Of a father's love.
No Partnership Survives Fame
Once, we took our pens to cut our throats,Spill our blood onto the kitchen tile,So that we could write poetry with our toes,And allow us the chance to finally be free,That we might die die die to feel alive. But publicity makes all of us turncoats,And all those stupid posts've gone viral,As it starts isn't … Continue reading No Partnership Survives Fame
My Response
These hands have grown old,Having done nothing worthwhile,But write loveless poetry. My eyes grow weary,Having shed so many tears,You're hardly worth the pity. My heart is heavy,Having borne so many hurts,It's now a knot of old scars. Then rejoice, old friends,Winter is a time for rest,A brief relief from the pain.
Premonition 2022
The new dream this year,Scattered like the morning mist,With my first stirring,Leaving behind false feelings,Like bloodstains left by kisses.
Discarded Recollections 