Unavailable Sitting wishing waiting what good can come from it all Upon the squeaky wooden chair Armrests ready to fall Blanking thinking at first That some slight change in the ceiling Would change this dreary sight And halt the laps of dreaming My eyes in stillness static As a swift sound surprised me And myContinue reading “Unavailable”
Category Archives: Poetry
Never-Ending Stone
Behind the prison of waves Where no clean shoes have set foot Amongst the antediluvian shipwrecks Amongst the rocky devouring maw The waves guarding the center Taking sanity as its toll For all just and honest, men, women, and others Darken their hearts with screams of agony Slowly soft eyes get filled with red vinesContinue reading “Never-Ending Stone”
Dinnertime Bell
Paranoia and pain creeping Like tumors growing with sickness Like hungry infections eating Mortality in timeliness In a second the ticking clock Can change the color of the sky The shy noon will soon leave in shock Once it hears the lonely dawn´s cry At eight o’clock that tranquil night Sounds of the buzzing streetContinue reading “Dinnertime Bell”
Last Car Ride’s Sleep
Fast-paced blinks become Tiny blankets to cover Days of nightmares Dark and scary routines All liting the road ahead All blue and black to shed The streetlights damped With the viscous mist Coming from the steaming pile Of lies littering my life The empty road Like a mattress store With cushions painted in code AllContinue reading “Last Car Ride’s Sleep”
Circling Night
Everything kinda sucksAt 4 am the night isn’t warmerHowever closer the sun is to the horizonOnly brighter street lights and tree stumpsEnough waiting for midnight to passAnd my legs feel numbColder than the air around themDrained from all desire to walk againThe ceiling could collapse this very secondBut my body would stay stillNo sense ofContinue reading “Circling Night”
Our Little Piece of Everything
The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”
Unturned
This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
Pandemic Holiday
There is a lot to say about this weird Holiday season we had to go through.
I Can Feel
It is 4am when I’m publishing this but I was woken up by this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Let me know if you enjoyed it.
The Gifts of the Mind
This is a poem inspired by Wallace Stevens, submitted for a contest in AllPoetry.