getting out of bed, like there’s no god forceful, ball of gas burning turning gold, then white squinting eyes, tilting shadows, killing night dream is over, the nightmare is dead no god of mine, in mind, to find in my head, in my heart, in my bed today, i’ll forget everything i ever knew disbelieve …
Category Archives: Poetry
Procreactivity
If I could have one wish, I’d like to actually be creative. Proactively creative, procreative, instead of being clever in a reactive, reactionary sort of way. The kind of proactivity that sparks the genesis of an idea, pushes it to germinate, punch through the soil, and grow until it has reached fruition and has born …
Austin Less Than Three
Been too long to try and hide it I no longer want to fight it Why do I feel so slighted? My love for Austin’s unrequited. She lead me on in hopeful lust Move my heart to future trust Laughing now, boom went to bust Hope broken crumbled to dust Forgotten that she knew me …
Starting Gun
Break the sun! Race towards the common ground Life! Rewards! Dream! On the highest of the higher planes. Sieze—my—heart Give me ’til morning dew I promise you Freeze—the—gun Morning a pistol SHOT! And the race is on. Be the one! Let me be the only one for you Love! Hold on! Regrets! Challenges of Daily …
Gaslight in our Front Yard
Gaslight comes through the window of my bedroom. Its incandescent hues cast a broken square upon my wall. It makes the old paint glow a faded yellow-white. I can see the moving shadow of the curtains blowing to the beat of evening breezes. Lying in my bed, I feel so much; only a child, but …