Parallels and Obsessions Poem 11

Robin Williams died He killed himself Hung himself On that horrible date The anniversary Of when she did it Years ago When she died She killed herself Hung herself At 25 Parallels obsessions I read article After article Why did he do it What brought…

Chew Some Charcoal

I think I’ll chew some charcoal I need that black powerful stuff to ease my mind And the electricity racing in succession Of a thousand curses of hate Of one million stress related rants Of the joy hate that comes from being the powerful failure…

My Best Friend Poem 10

I feel you in my mouth Murky soft Hint of vanilla Slight froth You have become my best friend I live for our moments together You pick me up When I pick you up You fill me with sweet love Sip after sip after sip…

Home.

She’s not afraid of silence, Not afraid to go alone, For when anyone’s your family, The whole world becomes your home.

Poetry Marathon poem #9

Someday I’ll find my way across this great divide I’ve created within myself and fill the crack between my souls. I feel somewhat unreal a cracked visage of a monument a testament to the past the precipice I may view but have never crossed. I…

Overlooking the Lake

Sitting on a bench notebook in hand. High pitched and fast talking kids birdlike, chatter all around the lake. Human chickadees. In the water they churn like piranhas. Their older versions move slowly like herons in the woods and have calm sounds and gentle ripples…

Poetry Marathon poem #8

I sit within the halls of laughter and friendship. I know tomorrow holds change softly within its well-manicured hands and I do not fear the one who pulls the strings though that may be paranoia speaking but perhaps not. I do not fear the known….

The Totem

I am new to this planet from a race older than earth. Ancient technology translates to your simplistic language. Your liquid totem is served in cups and smells deep, earth like. Many add milk from cows and often sugar. Then your brain waves alter and…

soul of a poet

The soul of a poet the soul of a poet yearns for its muse like a light to a flame they are drawn the sparkle of an eye a thousand images in a smile they unite dancing in the moonlight gentle evening breeze a delightful…

#13, Who?

Wishing I could join and watch too. Stupid cable. Who, who, who? Hero? Anti hero? All the same when your 2000 years old.   Dinosaurs. In space. Love and so much nerdy awesomeness. I want to watch like everyone else. Dammit.