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I guess I'm not ready for real life. I guess I'm just not ready for real life. But I show up ev'ry now and then, Then and again, between each way back when. Ev'ry time the reels are slightly changed, Good times pasted in, and dearth rearranged. Ev'ry breath I steal i... - Poetry > All Poetry"Lay his heart to rest on a cot, Leave it screaming and beating At those white walls of skin That can barely hold his sin in." I am a wounded animal, And I want my warm, dark cave To fold my frame into, So that I can curl up and fall through. But my home's been taken by Lo...
- Poetry > SonnetI hope that you are happy now, Though I will never be again. Time's waves have washed over our prow, I guess it's time to be a man. So now I will swim to the shore Of an island, apart from you. Beams are bones, and nothing much more, And this night I will burn them through. But...
- Poetry > All PoetryI can feel it out of the corner of my eye. It lurks in ev'ry dream and ev'ry photograph, Shifting imperceptibly in my crowded mind. But when I search for it, my eyes drift right on by. It's the wind's whisper on ev'ry phonograph, The first lover that I could never see...
- Poetry > HaikuWeary, he plods on, baggage on his back. The veins of his hand have twisted like a vine Around the bulky weight, saying, "It is mine." Still, he stands apart, more than one of a kine. Compassion massages his taut sinews, yet, Weary, he plods on, baggage on his back. Lesser men woul...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe conurbation of my mind through reflection Is much like the evolution of a riot. Through the convolution of this revolution Even the course brickbat-hurlers have grown quiet. A concrescent brain with a seamless warp and woof, Ev'ry thread and thorough-fare intercalated. But a sophist...
- Poetry > All PoetryEmotions course through my veins sluggishly, Like an old war-horse tired of battles. I am so damn tired of fighting this, When you know what's going on inside me. I'm scared to death of becoming Echo, And mirroring a thousand sins unseen. I should scream, I should confront you for ...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe lonely man in the moon is drinking Moonshine, like a pair of star-crossed lovers. And his spinning head is slowly sinking As, to the lovers, there are no others. The slowest dance, and all time slows down. He'd take a chance, but the Earth holds his hand, Busybody stargazer with...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe cold burns in flaming frostbite, And the trees are shedding their clothes. And the geese resent sullen light, And where they've gone, God alone knows. The frost caught a million tears, And the dawn exposes His acts. And the lawn reflects Summer's fears, And the long grey sme...
- Poetry > All PoetryChange. Long hair, Skinny jeans, Free as the wind. Bold new ideas, Trashing aged atmospheres, Calculated to outrage. "We so fly, we singing sin strong," Conforming for "nonconformity," Each new generation confounds the old....
- Poetry > All PoetryDo not lower those Buckets for inspiration. The muse is no well, Well I know, it guides me still. Those cresting brainwaves Ride an ocean's torn surface. Below the tempest I swim And write back home about it....
- Poetry > BalladBrother we were born to swing our cradles And sleep under beams, dreaming sailors' dreams. Brother we were born with silver ladles In our weathered hands, and jack-tars' demands. Brother we were raised on many oceans, With as many men, but never women. Brother we were raised in fo...
