Because you’ve never been a religious man dad, but now you cry to religious songs. I am saying it’s okay to let go now,…
1 CommentBecause you’ve never been a religious man dad, but now you cry to religious songs. I am saying it’s okay to let go now,…
1 CommentYou are someone great, And yet at times I think I can’t stand you. You’re led by your heart; that sickens me. Your tongue is…
1 Commentthere is nothing colorful about me; I am blank like the walls of an open house where people project their dreams and most of you…
Leave a CommentI’m so sick of my life It’s all that’s on my mind at the end of the night I just can’t get it right, it’s…
Leave a CommentLately I been tryin to write, nothing seems to be alright It’s been a fight but I realize that I just need to write So…
1 CommentAs a First Nation who was brought up in the Foster System and a generally very “white” world, even hearing ‘It’s in the past so…
1 CommentI don’t read poetry anymore. It’s not that the writer’s aren’t good. Or that I’ve lost interest. I don’t read poetry because everyone seems to…
8 CommentsAbove the majestic mountains we know And far beyond the moon Swirling in the lakes of Jupiter A burning evil awakens, yearning to consume Ancient…
2 CommentsAll of us have something we may regret But once you do it your fate could be set It could be something that’s no big…
Leave a CommentWhen your eyes flicker When you drink liquor When your hairs glitter When your arms jitter. When you look fitter. Even when we bicker. And…
Leave a CommentYou are not even a memory. I don’t miss you. I don’t love you.` You are but a concept. That I made up to help…
Leave a CommentHeraldic footsteps clop through worn cobbled streets Bathed in the receding tide of Milan’s evening sunlight, I make my way amply toward the old masons’ palace grounds. Not…
10 CommentsWe’ve unleashed the dogs of war they bite at heel and leg the world can take no more noose’s round freedoms neck Afghanistan too Iraq…
2 CommentsThe faceless-ageless friends didn’t find her hiding. Instead there was a special gift, the ability to hide in creases of time. It hung there motionless…
Leave a CommentPoetry is always the epicenter of my expressions, My soul’s sole extension The way I give subvention To my tension To give confession to my…
2 CommentsMass media or mass murderers? Masked from the masses, they act as fact murderers. A shot in the dark, taking stabs at the truth…
Leave a CommentA moonlit beach The sparkling abyss of water Evanescence from the sun Has already melted away Empty footprints Scatter, compacted Across the lumid stretch…
Leave a CommentPainfully beautiful that is who I am. No one to hold me at the wit of the nights. All alone I sat All alone I…
2 Commentsbroken hearts roam the streets tonight looking for a place to hide trying to find a way to smile so they drink and smoke just…
4 CommentsNeed new sentinels to man the perimeter of my dreams, A parameter as fickle as screams, They come with the mood, But I could do…
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