I’m not much of a poet. What a great thing to say to get you to read my poetry, huh?
But I enjoy occasionally scribbling down thoughts too fleeting to turn into a short story or book. And that’s what these poems are—thoughts, unfiltered, mostly unedited.
See, poetry is one of the most beautiful forms of expression known to humankind, and these poems are just my amateur attempts at tapping into it.
If you’re interested in free flow, original poems, you’re in luck. I hope you enjoy—and if you don’t, well, there’s other stuff here for you to look at. Happy hunting!
an inkling fills me to my capacityyet my capacity is one of a millionand my occurrence one of infinityin a boundless universe wonderland breathes in the light of a lifeless lampdrained by a broken realitythe infidelity of shadowbirthing the blade of endless dreams a sweet silver line: condemned, contemplatingcommiserating the blessedbleeding faith from frail timeyou…
forget all you knowthe red dawn has comethe eclipse forgave the crescent moon swimming, i am swimmingseas of black a leviathan of gargantuan demisecoughs and wracks his frame he loves the rain, this beast, but loathes his aching jointsa snarl as i swim past him rain storm hatred of sun love of…
the train on the tracksthat twist, turn blackflailing metal weeping rustthe old ones left it broke, in the dust infernal storm, do your worstno fear to feed onno dream to bend or break forgotten trays on canister benchesgrazers for the bloodied fuelscrapping, scrounging, defecated bloom the red blight sweeps downrending all that is timeto falsehood,…