Tag: Poetry

A Hibernation of the Heart

With snow on the horizon, The green upon the trees will dwindle. Tragic winter as its symbol, The heart goes still and quiet. The summer took its toll, And though the sun was warm and kind, The heart must keep in mind The deep, impending cold. The glucose of the shrubbery, That once was gnawed ...

The Girl with the Green Hat

'Never will I ever Allow myself to be So dimwitted and unclever As to love someone but me!' This I did repeat, Each and every time I've hurt. Relieving words to speak, But daft to think; absurd. Going through my new routine, Buried in my bitter woes, I recall this face that I had seen, ...

Tired Words

I've written it over and over, In a thousand ways. Sometimes I wrote it creatively, And sometimes I wrote it, Like this, Blatantly. And I could write it a thousand more times, Whether or not it's iambic or rhymes, Another alternative, alliteration, With a clever false rhyme illusion, In Fragments half, Could I say that. ...

Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Fleshy Machines

I have seen this error, A glitch within the code; A common system failure When an asset fails to load. This particular error is tricky, Cause the system is made like this. When the heartstrings get all sticky, It can take time to refresh. Don't worry, have some patience. You have to wait this out. ...

The Blue and the Red

The battle lay into the night As the bricks of the city stood by. Coldly and lonely they watched as the bottles and blood ran dry. The streets are a light show tonight. It's a beautiful night to die. The red and the blue, replacing the sun, preparing the men for a fight. The monsters ...

A Stranger’s Lament

I made a friend today; We danced in the sunlight Bathed in our own joy. I carried her to the garden; And rested her on the soil. I thought to myself; Who would I be without you? I lost a friend today; We ran in the darkness Bathed in our own blood. I carried her ...

That Boy is a Pane of Glass

That boy is a pane of glass, He is seen right through with ease. That boy is a blade of grass, Unable to stand among the trees. That boy is an old floor mat, Unseen as you step in the door. That boy is a plank of wood, An identical piece of the floor. That ...

A Fistful of Pride 

With cold wind in my hair and with frostbitten toes, I find I'm deposed when I dare to despair. In repair, one finds solace by difficult means; TV, Computer and iPod screens. In a flock full of people who do nothing but wailing, I find now that sailing needs more courage than pride, Besides, there ...