Poetry Category

Young Summer

took a walk-in summer grass picked a blade, made a sound the air was country wild strawberries sweet like lazy cats we lay for hours In the filthy hot, in the no time afternoons sometimes on the highway to anywhere I had never been, now I was away from home, but home In a holiday dusk I remember watching mosquitos dance we hid in quiet as the sun […]

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Lonely Poet

my lines are barren of wordsno one pays attention anymore I walk away to try and healchange those emotional bandagesstop the bloody hurtwhen my lyrics are finally gone so will I like a blank page…emptydeath poetic is where these sonnets will live onfor stanzas from the grave bare the richest fruitit’s then you see how poison being […]

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Losing My Religion

I’m sorry you were alone when the faces drifted away.When your days got stolen and good nights emptied.Just a vessel that you God, abandoned.Someone who gave up her soul before she was given one.Where were you when she asked to remember?Why did you punish her when all she did was repeat your name in prayer?Lord, […]

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Soiled

Like a flower starvingI long for your lighta drop of youreplenish meor…leave me to wilt

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They Are Never Gone

The other night, I looked up for the moon To ask him for a small favour “Knock for me…at that heaven’s door” I was alone and needed someone in particular not only did sky open up and become ours the clouds even came by for a listen

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Walked To Death

It was as midnight as midnight could bethat late, dogs cried at the moonall the way downas I followed you straight to an early gravenot once knowingignorant, childish, wishing for my own homewe shared nothing no words, not a glance, not even…presence only fading footsteps in the rainbefore you went to a place you felt […]

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Unfather’s Day

Today, I don’t want to exist.Tomorrow is fine, but not today.Today, I don’t deserve anything. I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.I hate cards, I hate phone calls, I hate the internet.I hate robbing my stepfather from his day, I’m so damn […]

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Far From Home

I walk this earth an alienno place here for a castawaysurrounded all the timestill alone My blood, it’s not like yoursit repelsit taintsit makes things you love disappear

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Dukes of Habit

Irish nightwith a few black beers for luckstood elbow to elbow in the midst of strange drunkardsthree sheets to the windplacing little wagers before the clock struckand the tender turns us awaylike the last three nights we’ve been

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Quarantine (Haiku)

Picking rain touchesseen there beyond the windowblending with our tears

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