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The poem of the blue man (the baby of ice)

- I was fourteen,  So was she.  I had been away from school for a while, I didn't bother, and they didn't care.  I had heard about her from the freak vine.  That she had given it up to a real sleaz...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 01 Oct 2017

The poem of the blue man pt1

- (To say this poem is true is relevant to me...  alone.)   This poem is the truth. My nights are wicked lonely. Just a weird fate and a puppy dog innocence. You might think innocence is free. It ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 17 Aug 2017

A woman

- Tender.  My hands are tender.  My words,  My words are broken.  The life I have lived is only a memory of sin and broken things.  Rage,  obsession,  fantasy made cruel because of how clever the ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 16 Aug 2017

The brutal wish

- I collect nickels.  I like the smooth edges.  They seem unpretentious.   They will never amass a fortune.  To buy even a book you need to stack them high.  I keep them for sentimental reasons.  ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 15 Aug 2017

Freedom a metaphor

- I can feel freedom coming, but it doesn't know my name.  I want to play in the crush of brown leaves of fall, but I don't think I know the game.  I leave my words to hear like a bible, a fool with ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 14 Aug 2017

Consmeed by my own words... Sigh

- Who are you, lady?  That you mean that much to me.  Are you the goddess of longing....  futility?  Are you my quenched thirst? Are you an unfinished poem?  Why does your hair hurt me? Why does ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 12 Aug 2017

Yet we run them down

- Running with the calvary since I was 7 years old.  Leaving my sticky blood in the clay seems incomplete. Violence and agony are music only the insane can hear.  What a heart pumping fife and drum ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 11 Aug 2017

Did I hear your echo

- I played my guitar, but my fingers started to bleed I let them heal the smallest price to pay But those chords cost and cost I broke her string Then sent a new line up the vine That one broke to...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 02 Aug 2017

Burnt hair

- All poets  Ask Is any one listening  For most none are These are the hidden poems We speak at midnights agony What do we see when we look on our aging back to our box under the sky What drives...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 01 Aug 2017

Snow

- Old man.  Why do you sing in the snow?  ...  I fear I could break history with my tears.  ...  Yes I see,  Our lives shatter like thin ice.   The will of the river shall run deep.  ... Old m...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 23 Jul 2017

Tracks in the water

- I have been all over the earth.  I have left footprints in blood and clay in every nursery rhyme.   If I had a chance I would dance on everybody's grave.  Don't you think a merry jig is a good rea...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 19 Jul 2017

You hold the rain in the palm of your hand

- As you sit there drumming your fingers on your random desktop.  I want you to pause a moment and focus.  What are you really doing?  Think about it.  We all do it.   We have done it our whole li...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 0| Added: 24 Jun 2017

Could you do me a favor?

- Hey, I know you know her.  Or you think you know her.  If you ever see her.  Tell her.  Tell her I think of her often.  Be clear and tell her.  That her hair is the same poem, as when the wind ...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 23 Jun 2017

A drop of sunlight is immortal

- Oh, mighty is the blazing sun. Is it not? Imagine...10 billion years ago. This hot thing. Spinning. Alone in the void. Without meaning. Alone. It must be the coldest of things to project like...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 19 Jun 2017

How silent the written word

- I pause for a long breath. My hands under tension with the pressure to perform. How silent the written word. Be it joy or anger calamity or furry. It is a whisper in your mind. An illusion uniqu...

By: Time | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 08 May 2017