Category: Poetry
Walking under two ladders
Put down your burdens on this, his pick-up truck come on, woman express thanks hold on the heavy vehicle approaches Come say fear, worry, anxiety come to me! Offload thy weight on mine shoulders like two unbalanced ladders they stand Like my new leather shoes against the linoleum imperfect cast so noisy on the walking…
Summer supernova
i never really liked summerit was always too hot for my likingthat time with the sun would just burnmy ultra-sensitive skinbut staying in my room was never an optionthe sun and iwould always have to meetevery single day of that unfortunate season this year, however,i met you insteadon the fourththe hottest day of the decadethe…
Ceasefire
My winged horse jumps and neighs with all mightHis loudest movement is but a whisperTo the effortless fluttering and heightOf my fiery serpentine contender With both hands and strength: a slash of steel, oreIn a second, my eyes close; unwilling.The motion brings me to her embrace, warmLike the summer field, slow walk, hand-holding Warmth: that…
Surrender
“Surrender.”Meaning to jump offthe cliff hundreds of meters aboveEmbracing the plungethe sharp cushion of waters beneath “Surrender…”Arms wide openlike a bird about to take flightExcept that one must leaveone’s wings behind “Surrender.. …”“I decide which foot to first step.”“I know when to let fall or else…”“Left or right…?”“Where goes my hands and mind?” “Surrender.”One simply…
Old Yet
A sinkhole under the Nation Severely damaged—some beyond repair One in particular received a lot of attention the one-millionth off the assembly line The most valuable collection What happened to that gem after experts condition mainly by using its parts in horrible shape it now looks as it did the day it was built Old…
Arithmetic’s room
The answer to subtraction used to look like this:a loud voice on top of a chair on top of a table on the topmost floorfrom the top of one’s lungs shouting“Divide! Divide! Divide!”Necessary destruction to get the answers and A More accurately, it used to look like this:I was a loud voice on top of…
Our source of provision
The attention of the worldhuddled in the dark, trapped2,300 feet underground No idea would ever arrive After days of waitingthey heard drillinga small holeand that holewas followed by three moreestablishing a path Depended on those conduitsnone of us can survive in this worldapart from the Creator with everything we need All supply Today The basic…
a letter and hope
A letter from a past self to the current future: there are a million–countless–stars above you shining and you’ll never know whether they are still aglow or perhaps have collapsed in some lifetimes elapsed stars whose colours are now black holes; there are bright city lights under your feet blues, violets, oranges, and pinks illuminations…