Teardrop
Teardrop I once followed a teardrop till she had run out of sadness. She turned to me as the end
Tag: Poetry
My poetry from 2016.
She
She flutters, time stutters, then seems to start again. As she falters. What started this? The beginning and the end.
Painted Smiles
Painted smiles. Come paint me now. Evenly painted, spreading trowel. Painting happiness. Paint me a smile. A perfect smile to
Poem
I dreamed a dream, within a dream. No diamond rings, no pretty things. These evil things, what do they mean
Silhouettes
I caught a glimpse of a silhouette against the light a moon had wept. The silver tendrils of goodbye drifted
Memory Eternal
I saw it in the heavens, in the stars. A host of new angels traveling somewhere far. Their flight was
Terror me
Terror me. come terror me. terror me some more. My night terror, you can’t dispel her, a memory I once
Would you ever, if you never
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
Hope
I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without
Peace
I wish I could hang a setting sun. On the violence, let anger be done. I hear your pain, we
Dandelion
I once saw a flower in disguise. Pale yellow against blue, like a sunrise. And for a moment it certainly
Writing me
I’ve reread my life over and over, trying to make sense of it. The run on sentences, these missing periods,
Drawing words
I drew a word until I knew the meaning. Until it became a part of me. Connecting commas to connect
Memory Eternal
I crept up upon a surprise. And found something other than what I had surmised. A spirit in disguise. A
Personal
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
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I walked quietly into the night. Where the light is out of sight. I did not feel a single fright.
Sun
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son
