Let’s ride the Nile You, being Marc Antony And I, the magnificent Cleopatra More like Liz Taylor and Richard Burton How we fight over our…
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Suppose I write mostly when I feeling hellish Suppose that my emotions are a thing that I embellish I’m not so sure about this selfish…
Leave a CommentI like to break rules, sometimes. Break is not the right word. Test. I deem it necessary to test rules. If they are here to…
Leave a Commentsometimes theres light, you could call it a spark But i feel most myself Lurking in that dark Im not so kind as i could…
Leave a Commenteither don’t write or show off rough drafts get in my head thinking there’s no one as tough as Wondering where I can get a…
1 CommentI have given all my words And now, I am silent There’s no more of them To express how I feel Except for loss and…
Leave a CommentI watch you sleep And wonder if you dream about me I don’t know; do you? I dreaming of us traveling Anywhere to get away…
Leave a CommentDeformity, Our uniform we Live in the so called Space age Open eyes, met with that same rage Delicious delirium Mind, only thing kept from…
Leave a CommentLet the Night Hag visit And kill me in my nightmares I was born at the tail end of the war So, don’t blame me…
Leave a CommentI have come to a conclusion from the result of having my heart taken toyed with and tore. That to a pain unsettled and undying…
Leave a CommentDug the hole Lay the mine It’s a trap It’s a trap Trip the wire Now your fried I’m leaving They leaning towards the…
Leave a CommentBefore I die I will Dance There will be no tears Of sadness And I will ask That all my friends Who come to say…
1 CommentShe was a dancer But now at age sixty-eight During the day Her ghost leads small groups Of aging seniors In palates stretching Several times…
Leave a CommentShe has become Like a thin Chinese teacup Placed upon a large rock She has become… fragile Afraid to go anywhere Least she break She…
Leave a CommentLet me swim away with the manatees Along the Florida coast Into the warm Atlantic Ocean They will guide me to you We’ll sing to…
Leave a CommentI still dream of kisses I gave you girl And the glow in your eyes, as you looked to mine That little tucked behind the…
Leave a CommentI’m fifty-one Going to be fifty-two in August Not much wanting to be celebrate this year ‘Cause it reminds me of her She did it…
Leave a CommentOh, how do thy dream of thou Thou silken skin that is a whiter shade And thou eyes-those eyes- Dance in thy mind after midnight…
Leave a CommentMy hands are frozen and cannot type this poem It’s early spring and ground is still hard from the cold While I have the heater…
Leave a CommentMy American fingers are Stained by ketchup-favoured chips From last night’s hunger And the guilt is showing I wash… I wash… But it never can…
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