March 2011
2 posts
Cities
Cities, judged by elevation Not population Dot a desolate waste Wandered by many Some seek fortune Some pursue ideals But the overarching objective Is one of survival - at all costs
Mar 24th
This was written as a rap, so read it as such,...
5:30 in the morning, a car’s engine turns The driver’s dreams as expendable as the fuel that it burns Out on the road before dawn breaks Out the door long before his child wakes Puts the pedal to the floor, rubber rolls against asphalt Lights a cigarette and wonders if its all his fault That his wife is addicted the deck His kid’s life’s a wreck Almost caught a...
Mar 24th
September 2010
9 posts
Teenage Angst Is A Lit Cigarette
Snow-caked shoes; A gust of cold wind, Against the warm flame. A tightening in my gut. I cough. The paper burns in unison With the back of my throat. I inhale deeply but find no air. Music fills my ears as snow falls Gently onto the olive drab shoulders Of my coat. My numb fingers rise again to my lips Bringing another breath of relief. I flick the filter into my neighbor’s yard And finish writing...
Sep 2nd
Bite Your Tongue
A certain amount of attraction, and A certain amount of deception, will Inevitably bring about an end to Any statisfaction, that one Originally savored. One lies to protect, whether It be to protect friends, or lovers, Or family, or the public, but to The simple heart, such actions Are not favored. Unfortunately, I will never know, What possesses you to treat him, in Such a manner, despite the...
Sep 2nd
Rhythm Is A Tough Word To Spell
My fingers slid across the smooth Metal strings of the new bass The back of my hand cupping her neck. I moved my fingers with a deliberate Cautiousness so as not to upset the Delicate balance between the strings And the pickups nestled in the center Of her body. Slowly carefully my hand slides Up and down the neck Pressing down near the frets With the greatest trepidation. But despite my...
Sep 2nd
Who doesn't love reading a ton of shitty haikus?
Staring out to sea Fighting the heat of summer A seagull swimming - Sand; a vast expanse The gusting wind stirs the grains A snake slithers home - A bee floats lightly Above the blooming pedals And lands gracefully - Snow-capped mountains stand Majestic over the field Where I sit and stare - Jagged rock faces Stare down into the river Rushing beneath them - A wet brown nose sniffs For scents among...
Sep 2nd
This Is Untitled. (I don't like it very much.)
As I make my way across the grand expanse of this country I am plagued by parasites trying to sell me beautiful Look here, they say, and I will sell you beautiful Purses and wallets of the finest material And I turn my head away in shame. But as soon as I do, I am accosted by another, A seller of transient security claiming he will sell me beautiful Skin and hair and tooth and nail Again, I turn...
Sep 2nd
Thoughts From A Junior Year Spanish Class
I am sitting in spanish class on an uncomfortable plastic chair with my legs pressed against the cool chrome legs and my arm is resting on my hip as the other writes this stream of consciousness piece assigned to me two periods ago as I sat in a nearly identical desk with nearly identical people surrounding me which honestly I don’t care about or at least shouldn’t considering the pursuit of...
Sep 2nd
A Generic Love Poem
I will not write you a love poem. It is a tedious process and not worth the time. My time would be better spent describing the beauty of rose pedals or recounting conversations over cigarettes. I would rather walk through a park feeling the snow crunch beneath my feet watching children wage war with weapons of compacted crystals. I would much prefer to travel to see the sights outside this city to...
Sep 2nd
A Villanelle (About A Certain Someone)
I find it hard to keep my head about me Visions in my head of what the future could hold The failure to be is all I can see I think of our love like a villa by the sea But the rafters are broken, and full of mold I find it hard to keep my head about me I remember summers we spent living in the trees But it’s been months and our blood has run cold The failure to be is all I can see You tried to...
Sep 2nd
Mission Statement?
I severely doubt anyone is going to read this, but I’m going to use it mainly as a tool to allow other people to access my poetry and writing. That’s about it. Maybe it will evolve into something out of that, but more likely, I’ll post on it for a couple of weeks, and then it will wither and die. On that cheerful note, feel free to leave me comments/criticisms on any/all of my...
Sep 2nd