Poem #35: Places of Me
_Places of Me_ The silent ssshhh of black Need not make its way back, For to mine eyes it appeals. The taste of savory red meat Playfully swims in the pool Of summer's hottest day. Its ways have made it Into my taste. Yet this taste I...
Poem #73: In Sleep
_In Sleep_ 1. A Dream When I used to dream I dreamt up a fantasy Where I was with Ms. Perfect I even daydreamed of our lives Together, side by side. The dreams faded into nothing Nothing but memories. 2. A Nightmare As I lie next to him I...
Poem #34.1: What - Revised
_What_ It's sorrowful but it's joyful He's hurtful but also kind It's freezing yet I can't bear the heat It's mended and always broken It's so loud I can't hear the silence The paper is smooth and jagged There are so many words on the blank page...
Poem #70: Silence
_Silence_ I listen to the pounding in his chest. I press my ear up against his rib cage And sigh to myself as the rhythmic beating Makes my own heart race faster. I memorize the beat So that is beats inside my head Every night before I go to...
Poem #74: Wading
_Wading_ Going through a breakup Is like wading through a sea Of french fries Before it begins, You think it will be delightful Almost like a dream come true. It is unpleasant while you are wading And even though you like the taste Of french...
Troubles of Love, part 5
The hot summer sun beat down through the window of their dorm. Kevin's bags lie on the bed, fully packed. Kevin stood over the final bag, fully packed but not yet zipped up. "Derrik, I'm having second thoughts." The otter standing in the doorway...
Poem #76: The Hourglass
_The Hourglass_ The sounds of an hourglass Are small, but exist. Its affects upon the mouse are none indeed But the effects on man are greater For the man feels rushed and hurried To complete his task in the time allotted. He hurries to complete...
Poem #75: Tapestry
_Tapestry_ "Unexpected meetings occur in a forest" Is the title of the first painting I look at in the art museum Lined up, in a row, with a bunch Of other paitings done By the same artist. The gallery isn't large, It's actually quite small,...
Poem #72: Our Questions
_Our Questions_ Life doesn't just give us the answers To our questions We have to wait for our minds to find the answers That it seeks. And this takes time. Time that not everyone is willing to spend On just waiting for answers to appear. Not...
The Lost Tundra
A cold, harsh landscape lies ahead. Barren, rolling hills hinder the large snowplow as it rumbles forward. Bitter, freezing winds beat at the plow, trying to knock it over. The wind blows drifts of snow up from the icy hills into the air in thin...
Poem #88: Dark Tunnel
Dark gray clouds spread across the sky Blocking out the sun And my path leads through a dark tunnel One would often think it foolish To go down dark tunnels Especially one you've been down before But I see a light at the end of this tunnel ...
Poem #89: The Wind
A small breeze passes through the town Sending a pile of leaves across the lawn. This small breeze wants to be something more, But alas, it is but a breeze. The breeze is not a stronger wind, Able to mess with the hair of passers by. It is not...