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
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...
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...
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...
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...
Who doesn't love reading a ton of shitty haikus?
Staring out to sea
Fighting the heat of summer
A seagull swimming
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Sand; a vast expanse
The gusting wind stirs the grains
A snake slithers home
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A bee floats lightly
Above the blooming pedals
And lands gracefully
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Snow-capped mountains stand
Majestic over the field
Where I sit and stare
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Jagged rock faces
Stare down into the river
Rushing beneath them
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A wet brown nose sniffs
For scents among...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...