Category: Poetry

Poem: We

All countries of the world, have their own agendas, their own appearances, the customs of the past, meeting the feelings of the present.   Wars are being fought, on all sides, between and among us, where we stand, we all eventually fall. All of…

Poem: All Around Us

For every man that wakes up, no matter what time of day, no matter what he does for a living. Here, I am. Here, I will stay. Here, I will not die, today. For every child that goes to sleep, no matter how many…

Poem: Before Me, Revenge

We were under the clouds. I stood before you, you looked at me. With your middle eye, you winked. I could not look away.   Angry with envy, green as the giant. I grew taller and stronger. Seeing through the mockery, we were eye…

Poem: Rough Edges

I’m not what I used to be, the insides are now out, and the up is now down. If I seek a better life for myself, am I the bastard still? This is what is feels like after all these years when you thought…

Poem: Steady Intent

A steady stream of yellow, gushes down, flowing freely. Not where I want it travel, as it goes around blockages, again and again. The width gets smaller, and nothing stops its path, worn out, less intense. With splinters and holes, a smaller stream can…

Poem: Life and Death

It’s easy to say death is a natural occurrence, much like a bird flying in the sky, or the sun rising in the morning, and setting when it darkens. But, life is a natural thing too. It sits on a table, sometimes reserved for…

Poem: Layers

Cutting into an onion, I will make you cry. Peeling away the parts you can’t eat, will remind you of the memories, those things not easily erased, ever present. Getting to the middle, I will make you know. No matter how much you break…

Poem: Nine Nights

On the third night, I dug my toes into the possibilities, of wanting to be closer, one inch at a time to freedom. On the fourth night, I scaled the walls with half-open eyes, feeling every bit of pain. On the fifth night, my…

Poem: Unravel

Beginning to unravel the mystery of humanity, as the days bleed into the nights and without gaining insight or absorbing unused energy, everyone concluding what’s left doesn’t matter. For there’s nothing to feel, to see, to do, to be, or to hope for because…

Poem: Suffering of the Mind

For the times I did not connect, I chewed my nails, creating blood at the corners of my fingers. It hurt me, but I kept going, kept chewing something away, for what I knew was anxiety created within me from a lack of understanding…

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