You embraced me when you knew I’d given all that I had- and triumphed. You gave me your precious time, unequivocally, when you realized I didn’t expect it- but needed it. You encouraged me when your friends shunned me as inadequate. You understood that I…
Category: Marathon Poem
Higher Self
Hour 11 – 4:00 PM I’m more then a poet. I’m more then a friend I’m elastic, a listener, something to transcend. A higher self I’m in search of in the end. Have mercy on all these who have just began. – J.C. ©
phases
to eat bullets pills or nothing at all to end something that was “just a phase.” __ar. (short one. I don’t have power)
she’s come undone
they say she’s sick cuz she leaves her windows open when it’s cold outside- curtains blowing in the wind; lost her husband and kids all grown- they pat my head and say leave her ‘lone but she fascinates me with her silver blue hair always…
PICK ME PICK ME
Was it by dreaming or Writing That I could find out what I Thought Nightmares or strokes of a pen Fairy dust or ink Screams or words Not find of either Does it matter They both sired Me ~,%
Specifically
You say you’re nothing special, But I reject that that is true, For if you want some solid proof, Than I can give you one or two. You can’t pronounce “specifically”, Without it getting slurred, But to this day it still remains, Your favourite slippery…
Where I Lived Once
I drove by a house where I lived once A dog named Mike is still buried there Many years have passed with the vision Of a hawk with expansive wings and a hunter’s glare Sitting in the backyard It looks like a dollhouse to me…
It has happened
I dream in poem Faking comas Snorting laughter Now it has happened I speak only in poetry
Wallflower social club
So I met this chick the other night…..Smoooookin hot!!! Well, I guess meeting her is an exaggeration, really I just stood in one spot. Music was electric, I starting bobbing my head. Actually, I thought about doing that, I decided to get a glass of…
Every leaf know my state
Every leaf and every shrub Knows my state It is me who is lost Unaware and unknown Surrounded in this City of love Yet no none knows How to heal Cruelty, sarcasm and mockery Are the ways of the world Compassion, grace, loyalty Have lost…….