Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 1 year 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 2 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 2 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 2 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 3 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 4 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 4 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 4 years ago
  • Endure

    You come home and find me sitting here

    And ask how my day is going

    Acting as though I have open ears

    And nothing better to be knowing

    Than all about you

    And all that you do

    I'm the one who nags about your mess

    Even though you never listen

    I give more, y…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Emotions and Anaesthetics

    Emotions rage & flare inside my mind

I panic, scream, & quiver oftentimes,

    But these explosive feelings feel confined

Behind a barricade that muffles, mutes, & binds.

    I know I'm having feelings, but their sound

Is stifled, distant; my heart seems quit…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • The Search

    My snow is grey and never white

    It glows and slowly drifts from sight

    I watch it fall and breathe the scent

    And never wondered where it went

    My fog is thin and never fills

    It floats and swirls where e'er it wills

    I watch the clouds and trace the streams

    Posted 4 years ago