It was a long flight, I just stopped to quench my thirst. Trapped! I can’t fly, It’s looked just like water, but was a traitor. The container,with me diving inside,rose up, Alas! I was plunged into next container, as in a waterfall,hitting my head badly….
Category: Miscellaneous
Coffee Break
In the quiet breathing space of now, enclosed by the dark gravitational force of entropy, I drink my java of calm At my borders, the flashbacks of blinking lights of numbers, truths, and uncertainties, flickers off the walls of selfies. The shadowed paths of my…
I Found You (Poem #6)
I look And I see you Beautiful brown eyes A smile that knocks me off my feet A voice that makes the angels sit in awe. I can’t help but smile when looking at you I can’t help but cry when I’m away from you…
36 Corn Rd (Part 3) Uncle Davey
36 CORN RD. (PART 3) – UNCLE DAVEY U unbelievably underrated, undoubtedly unique N never neglected a nephew or niece C casual, comical, character and clown L laughing and loving all over town E epic, endearing, engaging and more D Davey, dear Davey A …
Saint Tony
Dear Saint Tony, Yes, I know you are annoyed At the title ‘saint’ I do this on purpose Knowing you will be annoyed It tickles me To know this will annoy you In the afterlife I do this to remember your fire To catch the…
Poem 7: “The Reflection”
“The Reflection” by Mandy Austin Cook why do i have to see that now? the You that you so masterfully hid from me lurking beneath the fake like layers of lake muddy under clear – appearing water? why can’t I still continue to blindly see…
Haiku #1
Etherial morning An enormous wave grows on the horizon
Where to Start?
I want to do something meaningful But what? I want to be happy But how? With so many options How do I decide? I’m tired and frustrated But why? I want to travel But where? All of these questions and…
Poem for “Locked Out” – Untitled
Locked out, I’ve returned with hopes of homecoming, but have found I’ve been erased, blocked out. Empty spaces where once I played have been transformed by frocked business people with stern, gray faces which seem to ridicule and mock those childhood dreams. These are the…
Held by Hopelessness
Here I am, with all hope well gone Of ever escaping this trap; No home, no car, no money– Alone; my faith as been zapped. How will I ever move forward? Deep fear and despair grip my heart. I only expect falling downhill, And…