Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.
sit down my dears and I will tell a story wondrous—true. of life and love and all the things
such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—
In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…
If I were a rose to rest beside y… the thorns that built us up. I want to be the one that guides y… I want our lives to touch. Young in the summer, younger in th…
Does God still speak in dreams today or does he now choose sleep Silence glitters my bedroom pictur… darkness all now brings.
I drag a metaphor too far into the dirt to pick up sticks and worms around the little trees little trees
In the simililies and metaphlowers… a shred of truth grows up preened by the editor’s shears bouqueted for your enjoyment.
