Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
The Dominated Emperor
Now besieged, the young emperor is about to perform a poetry recital, against the wishes of his council, confident that the besieging army would disperse in a few days.
Flux (Poetry)
#5 of miscellaneous works more poetry. tried experimenting with having four syllables per line for some reason: i thought it had an interesting effect. the banks empty: lost, forgotten. there never was anything there.
Poetry is Not For Me
Oh screw poetry.
Chapter 5 - Poetry
I found a book of poetry and started reading. then wanda found me. i don't think she was looking for me. i think it was just by accident. but she found me, and we... we started talking about poetry, and i told her i write poetry.
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Take the long way home
poetry is a mirror to the soul. i am trying to get steffan to write poetry." the second-place entry, which mary also displayed, was written as a rebus.
Shredding Velvet
I'd like to share this quote from the poet and essayist mary karr: "i like to say poetry has to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed."
Sorry
I'm searching for youMy light shines for youI feel your presence near meMy soul sparks for you I search through this fogI can't find youI'm trying my bestI'm trying...I can't feel your presenceAnymoreThinking of a wayTo find you before I'm too lateYour...
Caught Up On You
You removed me from your mindYou replaced your realityYour my remedy A remedy for my painBut I won't get caught up on youOr I'll let myself goI won't caught up on youOr my love will be wasted You played your tricks on me And I feel in love with youI...
Smoking In Bed
Smoking In BedA sulfur wafting strike upon the tip,So the man thinks to himself in the oppressive solitudeOf a clandestine comfort,Furnishings and a rooted loving place.With a glance towards his accomplice,He thinks to rouse him.But with a flick of the...
angels of death
Death, some welcome it. again dark poetry angels of death i call for you. i call for your mighty blow. i call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it.