Tag: Poetry

Daily

Wake up, Get Up. Bang My head against the Wall. Make bed with dog still in it, Lazy thing. Coffee, God I love you coffee. Take dog out, Walk all over no man’s land, Waiting, still no squat. Get chased by coyotes, Lovely and…

Life Stories 

So I’ve been thinking lately. It’s the holidays, it’s cold out and I need a healthy dose of humor. Therefore, I’m starting up another theme-esque exercise. Except it’s entirely different. Though I will get back to theme. Eventually. This new post happiness comes with…

Bad Reviews

Bad reviews, they’re like alcohol. Read a review, you take a swig. The words, like bitter buzz in the mouth. Down the throat they burn. The words are fire, you don’t like them but you can’t stop them. The alcohol won’t kill you, but…

 Wayfinding 

Once Ago someone saw, An eager soul stretching for a lick of freedom.  I see them now.  They have no obligations.  They feel no pain.  They know the reaction.  In truth they see by more.  To them reality is a sore.  Picking and Picking,…

Discovery: Part 3

RIGHT HERE Once ago I thought I knew myself. But that was years ago. I’m me. Though I’m not myself. I see all this time passing by and I think I should be different. Think I need to conform. I clench my eyes shut…

Discovery: Part 1

I haven’t picked a theme yet, but simultaneously now I have. Discovery as a theme has a broad context. You can either think a lot into it or a little as you would like to. Which is nice. There is this beauty to discovery,…

Paint: Part 6

On the Wall Go now, Free yourself. These walls take face. Anew year by year, The paint recedes. The drawings appear thy noon.

Paint: Part 5

Canvas Face These lips, Red on. Tan goo, Blended across. Dusted cheek bones, Darkened, And swirled, Blush pink. Lined eyes, Powdered immense. Dewy skin, Come see such a glow.

Paint: Part 4

Feral Time I see it, My life on the walls. These years I’ve lived, Aging in the same house. The years flaking away, Like all this chipping paint. Powder Pink, Fading to 20’s blue. How I see it, By the water damaged door. In…

Paint: Part 3

Taste of Life Flick-ed curl, Almost a scuttle. Wasted dreams, Down by the chips. Love light lost, Shut off by the moon. Eclips-ed bring, My heart, Around the bend.

Paint: Part 2

This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record! Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into…

Paint: Part 1

Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When…