Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • I Don't Know what to Do

    "I don't know what to do." That's what I hear

    So many times. I say this constantly.

    Yet what I mean, I cannot say for sure--

    I only know I'm lost, it's hard to see


    The purpose in my life; it's hard to feel

    What's best to do--what I need most in life


    Posted 3 years ago
  • Self-Love, ii

    But live I must, for now, so I'll contrive

    To try things, to explore, to seek a guide

    Or mentor to help lead me. I'm alive,

    And thus there's hope, and so upwards I'll glide


    T'wards better love, t'wards more, if e'er I may;

    I'll build on what I learn. I'…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Self-Love, i

    I need to love myself--but that's quite hard.

    I don't know how to do it, nor do I

    Have guidance, step by step success. I'm barred

    From learning this great skill--I heave a sigh.


    Oh, if there is a way to learn, I'll study,

    Take notes, and practice till I…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Delta-V

    I can see the stars, but I don't have the fuel.

    My trajectory is set, but I'm gazing off to the side.

    I'm going somewhere, but not where I'm looking.

    The possibilities are limitless, but my choices finite.

    I started too early, and I'll be too late.


    Posted 4 years ago
  • Sonnet; Life updates (3/3)

    I hope, through all of this, that I have learned

    Some lessons to apply to later life,

    So I may save fond friends from future strife,

    And loathe myself a little less. I turned

    My eyes upon myself, at point of knife,

    From others' viewpoint: hard. It changed…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Sonnet; Life updates (2/3)

    My left leg's been through surgery--ah! Twice.

    I'm walking nearly normally by now,

    But that was taxing. Very. I'll allow,

    My limp's a minor thing, one grain of rice

    Within a heaping bowl.

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh, I would splice


    Posted 4 years ago
  • Sonnet; Life updates (1/3)

    My life, in recent months, has been o'erfull.

    There's too much going on, inside my heart

    And head, to parse, to handle. As for art,

    I've had no spoons to work. I'm gath'ring wool,

    Bereft of words, o'ercome. I've been a fool

    Both in and out of love. How ca…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • My Roller Coaster Buddy

    My Roller Coaster Buddy,

    The man who’d “bomb” my hair,

    A man of integrity, kind and fair.

    Who loved to tease,

    Who was silly and always had fun,

    Everyone has a favorite memory of “Brother Murphy”.

    To everyone he would meet,

    He’d give them a …

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Swallow Yourself (Poem)

    And the mask did shimmer and flow like molten gold

    but where did the tattered robe of the exalted King go?

    Chant and scream until all in unison sing--

    Once, for the twin suns that rival to be seen,

    Twice, for the black stars and the glow of strange moons,…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Between Greed and the Mask (poem)

    In the darkness when man does sleep

    and a pallid moon is the only company he keeps

    the waves are calm, the silence deep,

    but in his dreaming heart is only greed.

    Our candles burn low crying tears of soft wax

    but we rejoice for it is our time at last.


    Posted 5 years ago
  • Sweet Memory (Poem)

    Dreaming heart breaks

    there's no escape

    when you're with him

    I drown within

    your sweet memory

    . . .

    You're breaking free

    aching tears sliding

    now they fall free

    sobs spaced between

    and then you leave

    a sweet memory

    . . .

    It's all nothing

    'ship corrup…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Sonnet to a Dear and Discouraged Friend

    There’s nobody who knows as well as I

    How stealthily dark thoughts will bruit and shove

    The rational, the calmer ones; they lie

    And whisper: “You’re not worthy of their love!”


    And oh my dear, I know that this is true,

    So venomous to both of us. Yo…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Bringers of the Final Weeks of Life

    There is no Christmas morning planned this year.

    We might not even see a Halloween.

    The doom-predictions' date will soon be here,

    And our defenseless bones will be picked clean.


    We can see the waters rising, see the waves;.

    They claw and grope and maul …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Moonlit Ascension (1/2)

    When dusk descends, the waves draw near,

    And gravity holds sway.

    I hold the moon within my eye;

    I hope I'm drawn away.

    I raise my hands

    Above the sands

    The moon commands me: Come without delay.

    I joy! Her Majesty has heard!

    I hasten to obey.

    I wrap mys…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Cabin Boy and the Sea (Con't) (Poetry)

    The cabin boy, now Master of the Ship, walked alone

    stepping over the glass-eyed corpses of meat and bone,

    men who had once been, the only fathers he'd ever known.

    He cried for his own loss and the light-lost souls forever gone.

    The ship shuddered and cr…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Cabin Boy and the Sea (Poetry)

    The ship heaved high, breaking through the waves,

    the dark hell of night's clouds and the sea's spray

    Stars cloaked by a devil's veil were hidden away

    and the once mighty captain was lost and afraid

    The crew revolted pledging their wails to the winds,


    Posted 6 years ago
  • Eeyore

    I've got a monster in my chest

    A sad one

    Like the evil Eeyore that hides underneath your comforter at night when the room is too hot and your skin is too cold and everything is too much and not enough and you're certain that you're dying inside of your sk…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Spark

    There's a creature that lives somewhere between my ribs. Small, wild, a lover of the moon. Shaped like a lily and glowing like the warmth of a single lit match.

    It was born when we met. A spark amongst tinder.

    It stumbled onto its feet like a newborn la…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Missing

    I miss people I shouldn't

    I miss people I can't have back

    I miss people I don't want back

    I miss people who no longer exist...

    Their bodies walk around with strangers inside

    And I wonder if anyone misses the old me's that died

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Pain Changed Us

    Aug. 10 2016

    I put my pieces back differently after we left each other shattered.

    So when I see you again my heart races but not in the same rhythm.

    When you speak, I hear your words but your voice is different.

    When I try to talk, almost everything…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Is this Fractured Dance a Mirage (Poem)

    Do we orbit or dance? An orbit

    is a dance

    of gravity, energy, mass.

    Are you afraid of collisions?

    honestly, I'm not sure what you could fear.

    I'm afraid--afraid of missing.

    Afraid that the twisting shadows,

    strangely posing are deceptions


    Posted 7 years ago
  • Sighing Fruit, Singing Colors

    Lascia ch’io pianga

    I'm like a beast- other to myself

    mia crude sorte

    a gendered thing

    e che sospiri

    and maybe one last breath...

    la libertà.

    La libertà…

    can I be an apple boy

    but a cranberry girl?? Citrus

    dripping sour

    in my words, t…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Green

    Unapologetically together,

    seeming like we're teeming with

    something you'll never know.

    Seeping with tingly feeling,

    I am not ashamed.

    Sometimes almost instinctually


    Green and calloused...

    your face.

    Are you sick?

    You should be ashamed.

    Others' h…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Beat a Retreat

    You know that words can hurt

    Even more than a stick or a stone.

    A pen destroys more than a sword

    A doctor’s care I can’t afford

    But there’s safety in staying alert;

    Still more, in life alone.

    I see where I went wrong;

    I’m uncertain what I should have don…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Drowned Feathers in New York

    Graceful, sad queen of the swimming birds

    covered in tulle and leaping-

    your sickness was hidden so well.

    So bloody your nails, so clean your face,

    your mind tilted into a broken Arabesque

    and split like a hologram projected from a shattered lens.


    Posted 7 years ago