swype poem

Elements sail Survivors Distinction Welcome wishing, Digital downfall, civilization. Documentary – Romanian Soprano. Contact woman. Wingspan sovereign.   (I ran my finger over my Swype keyboard on Android to get random words and make them into a poem. it almost would make sense.)

Poem 21

My mom stands there In here work clothes none less Yet she looks like a queen Her hair is short and dark Her eyes blue like mine I want to be her one day Strong, brave, and confident

5am

Lonely never felt so good i may think different once I see sight never became dim And then the sun banished…

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part XXI October, the month when the monsters begin to haunt, drift inside the attic of my body, the trunk with all these memories, rattles, begging me to stir up trouble, I oblige and I soon find myself in the asylum. – Michellia D. Wilson…

Duality

Duality of nature Is not be fearful Of the positive and negativity self As it makes the whole person That you are Embrace your shadow self For accepting both The negative and the positive It is then we are in the position to Embark on…

black spots

i can’t write another poem about a ceiling fan or the way it rocks back and forth and people worry about its health and that one day it will just fall down and break because it dared to keep spinning

You will find it here

Most of us seek for treasures The thoughts to fulfill all our pleasures Do we know what it means When we search for our dreams Sometimes these roads take us far Behind our loved ones fall apart We should know where the happiness lies It…

“The Man At No. 11”

To him, the glass is perpetually half-empty. An Atlas of eternal pessimism, Constantly searching for affirmation, Sensitive to every criticism, And wrongly perceived slights. A hypochondriac of monumental proportions, Seemingly suffering from every phobia, And paranoid to the extreme. For him, there is no silver…

Late nights, early epiphanies

Late at night, lying in bed, that’s when the thoughts hit me. Like being hit by a rocket, the thoughts light me up. So many thoughts of how I feel, and how others act and how I react to others. Finding reasons for others and…