Most Recent Poetry

My life goes on and still i wounder what would it be like if i had a different life. If my parents would have been different What would my life be like? If i was not taken away by S.S what would my life be like. Maybe i would still be living... (more »)

Amazing. Absolutely amazing. I learned how to cure cancer and aced every test I took. In fact, the teacher let me teach class because he said I was the smartest in class, the whole class. To top it all off, I found 5 dollars. Amazing.... (more »)

I feel Like a fish out of water- scooped up And plopped down again into the depths of a too-cold receptacle (because my owners were too lazy to sit and let it oxidize) I feel like gasping. We buried our fish, Fredrick, in effigy. Twisting... (more »)

Some people say love is just a mess But I just say just wait til you’ve had the best It’ll come when you least expect Your introspect will flip If you give me time I will explain The heartache and pain will fade I’ll be your aid Just... (more »)

Where grayed eyes and frayed hairs soak in the color of day When the amazed are dazed in the auroras of night Mornings beckon sleepy minds Evenings summon sleeping hearts Blues of the heavens yawn brisk winds Greens from the Earth stretch... (more »)

swells that rise and grip me tighter than my home did I was swallowed by the newborn sea, suctioned into time: sand trapped. (more »)

when I was nine I took a trip¬ across the big pond, aboard a giant flying machine my gaze fixated on passing clusters of cotton candy clouds I thought about Mrs. C she told me gravity would hold me down as it held the rest. she... (more »)

Blindly they entertwined around an old stump deeply rooted and not yet ready to degrade they clung tightly to the shrill memory of life and then they were plucked from the soil by bare hands still soft enough to distinguish petals... (more »)

Silence makes the heart grow fonder, Creating thoughts that need no launder. Pure is the warm touch of the man That in the stillness always lands Between her fingers, yet gripping the heart. The quiet leaves the thoughts to part, But steady... (more »)

Fallen rose petals stain the sidewalk A faded blood red Scattered upon A path Paced many times over by A woman Whose name only parts the lips of Her suitor She does not live in shame But solely in the joys of the truest love And in... (more »)