My Poetry
Branches curiously root-like replicate themselves into the frozen air to jointly host today’s fair burden of romancing winters frosty breath upon their once deathlike limbs. A skeletal framework now flattered to be spangled by nature’s artistic compliments ironically outlines the now treacherous icy road routinely worn in attempts to make a living. Fortunately, the real [...]
Children’s personification of inanimate objects compliment their imaginary friend complex and subjects them to being unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy to the point of where even as an adult they cling to an Imaginary attic friend whom they have been conditioned to believe really exists and should be referred to as an almighty [...]
How dare I stare into the eyes of the universe when the infinite darkness between the stars can swallow me whole in just one glance and when reflecting on time my consciousness is raised yet suffocated at the thought that I exist in just a fraction of a speck of time’s infiniteness? As insignificant as [...]
As the momentum builds,
the air increasingly glides through your fingers
until, Wham!
Your palms collide.
As soon as you can peel your hands off of each other,
Wham! Wham!… Wham!
Again, you repeat
with great apelike movements.
A primitive means to communicate indeed,
Your hands red and stinging, yet a grin,
following the air between your fingertips
an ancestral smile lights up your face.
I wrote [...]
The relentless wrath of revenge revolves a rage remarkably reasonless.
Each side tied to stride inside an eye for an eye however unjustified.
Lies disguise this senseless mess, an infinite regress, obsessed to penalize.
Victims vandalize and violate virtues guide when they too, victimize.
The prize? Everyone dies.
Animal crackers, a bologna sandwich w\ cheese, a folded up paper napkin, hearts in full freeze.
You,
like the autumn leaves,
are dying.
Spectators gather
to admire the beautiful colors.
I know you feel me
galloping around in your heart,
’tis me, that little child,
still finger painting art!
I know you hear me
when I tickle your ear,
“Hey, Mr. Grown Up,
you’re still my favorite Crayon engineer!”
I know you see me
when you look to the sky.
Remember us collecting the stars,
and when we first learned to fly?
I know you taste me,
when [...]
Her every word rides on the breath of disrespect and negativity,
infecting me like a virus, it spreads,
and slowly the life-force of my heart dims
swallowing my once optimistic nature
into darkness.
I come to a crawl
slithering like a snail,
destined to the endless tortures of her well aimed daggers.
I begin to think, that even death’s speed would be kinder
than [...]
Oh, victorious fireworks,
cast from our Fathers pipes,
the Fourth night you are the Stars,
and the rest you paint in Stripes.
Your explosive lights and sonic booms
echo our Independence debut,
the commencement of Freedom and Justice,
and the meaning of Red, White, and Blue.
Every home in the nation
breathes the smoke of your glory,
hotdogs, parades, and barbecues
around bonfires and a story.
Oh, [...]