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Consecrated pipe smoke
chokes the weaker brother
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Skip stones on the stagnant surface the funeral barge suspended and still
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Picture of a poet,
you're just a false hope
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the war keeps them silent
beneath the screams of constant shelling
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Your torch is on the door
swung shut
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You've masked your rancid rivers with
the flow of polished milk
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The Preacher said that "all is vain" but friends of mine oppose
They say our hope is certain ever since the day He rose
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Overcast, the layered sky / hides everything it wants to mask / from every envious eye / but I heard the roar of engines / and I saw the drifting beast / knowing well you hide inside / except to drop yo
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I've been scraping my skin with fingernails / and grinding it between my teeth / cutting myself open / and spitting in the slits / "This on
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I play my cards like the strings I should've pulled all along / three identical downed / it's a flawless triple threat / On a green such as this / no novice can compete / it's a pro-man's game / it's a pro-man's d
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God, You are my God / and often have I sought for You / with tears in my eyes / but I can't find You anymore...
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How sick I've allowed myself to exist / coughing up inhaled pieces of compensation / but she'll never satisfy the vacancy held there / (if she has a heart as sinful as mine) / I keep a bowl next to my bed / and
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It's hard to call you God-less / when I've seen what God has done / these days I'm so quick to give association / to Him / for my errors / but I still cry to him in terror for my soul / Empty, by the way /
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Cheap / scraps of paper / little trails of messy ink / every nail I put through you / another problem sinks back into me / days where I cried out / "God, where is your power?" / and I looked for you as every hou
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I want to write a masterpiece / a poem with a feel / conveying all I want to say / and show all I reveal / A metered piece without cliche / or phrases much too long / That shows me as the master and / the p
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They've tapped into our wires / they see our every move / they watch like hawks in graveyard trees / they monitor each mood / so they must know our blood / they must see how we hurt / they must have seen the
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I don't want this examined by the men in solid shades / Who analyze my movements and the words I'm scared to say / This isn't something subtle that I want to say direct / I'm not writing a message, this is just my
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It seems that no one calls me / and my phone still lays there flat / The few that do sound weary / as if sentenced to the task / They ask me how I'm doing / but they hate the way I speak / They'd rather have
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The world was given perfect / but somewhere we lost our salt / we'll never gain our taste back / and they tell me it's my fault / And so I spent my teardrops / giving all the salt I can / but there's only so
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I suppose that I'm just tired / of being nothing all the time / eating soup with nested flies / held in spoon, dripped to mouth / slowly / a crunch and taste of eyes / flaky wings with spiny tips / little legs t
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My lips are parched, they can't tell you what distresses / all my papers strewn about / so who can make sense of my impossible messes? / sc
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Foot by foot in lazy stride
the rhythm of a weary heart
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Careful tongue shaking lips
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Tomorrow's the day the unfortunate happens The black cats cross paths with the paranoid captains
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I walked through the cities and fell before walls
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I was a witness to blunder and cunning but heard from the heavens:
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I can't imagine purpose in
this hapless little shell
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Games that guide the gore through the gamut, I gather
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My thinking wades in the water ice cold
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where people in the death hold bow their knees and mumble prayers
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Somber and saddened by sickening slits blood from her burden disguises her wrists
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Thrust upon the cardboard floor your breaking bones echo
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well I wonder
if the first stone thrown
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I used to travel on a path
where life came first and God came last
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