In the dark alley before darkness, he stormed A smoking hot bullet release…a kiss of death. Jack the Ripper, in a black cape, he roamed, Ready to devour every prey that stray, When darkness engulf the empty street. His Demon’s quick move, was always a…
Category: Miscellaneous
Before darkness
Before darkness appears … dry away my tears … and swallow my fears … Before darkness appears … erase my mistakes … and remember my face Before my darkness appears … follow my shadows … and scare them away … reach out for my soul…..
Truth
In the absence of truth there are only masks.
3/24 Before Light
The darkness may go on forever, or so it may look like to you. No light at the end of the tunnel, No home for you to go to. But the reason you can’t see the sunshine Is because it is just past the…
Who am I?
I am not going to answer this question But…Technically, I am Why do you want to know who I am? I don’t even know who you are I do not know why I exist and the purpose of true happiness To be full in the…
What is love?
You would think this is a love poem But, I beg to disagree This is an homage To be or not to be It causes one to question their existence and purpose Love The apple and the grace Loving to see the future of kin…
Hour 3: Usagi
[Running a little behind on time, not unlike the White Rabbit with his pocket watch, I opted for a simple form and simple subject. A fluffy little cinquain.] Rabbit Timid, Tim’rous Bouncing, Feeding, Breeding White in Winter, Brown in Summer Bunny
Africa
Also know as the country with the poor people Never known as the continent with great history Never seen for its true beauty Always ripped of its natural resources Never to be found Always missing Hard to love Great to visit or cleanse your sins…
Not For Me
Somedays I think I’ll quit and become a plumber or a chef or a florist maybe writing just isn’t for me Maybe I can arrange sweet peonies and yellow daisies better than I can arrange 26 letters Or maybe I can unclog pipes better than…
Is This Your Boy, Jack?
Imagine you’ve never met your grandmother. You’re four years old, in a strange house. There’s an old woman propped up in a bed, your father standing by. You walk in. Did he beckon you? You feel the weight of his hand on your shoulder. Almost…