A poem about one of the recurring problems in my writing.
Silencer
My fingers still grip this lead-loaded
Pistol, though I know the bullets
Won't fail to miss. I pull the trigger
Over and over again, but no one
Hears 'I live' in this. All that they
See are empty halves of the truth,
Those pieces of things they'll accept.
Each time I shoot, I silence the gun;
it whispers words I might regret.
Disclaimer: Please don't take this as some kind of suicidal bit on my part, because it's not.
The Blade
Silver, clean, and so much sharper
Than the tongue; the tip pressed
lightly, it's threatening the lung.
Sweeter songs than this simply
Don't exist, even in the chorus.
The voices are happy, but
They're so empty, and the sound
Isn't making a difference;
No difference to him.
The room is deserted, and no one
Will know, and though time will be
Wasted, so much quicker he'll go.
At least they'll still have the notebook,
The stained pages with every little hope
Or chance or memory; but he's kinda
Disturbed by the fact that his life's
In black ink. He'll never recover;
He's not a fighter nor a lover, and he
Is so hopeless (beyond the redemption
road) in the eyes of every judge
That he cared about. They thought
He was breaking down, when he
Was really only breaking out.
The blade just keeps talking, and it's
Hard for him to leave, but this is what
He wants, and it's what he believes.
A quick little poem.
Scratch
'Tis barely worthy of note, this
Scratch. It missed my vital parts, though
It may stubborn be and someday
Scar. A lifetime from now I'll tell
Its story upon an angel's
fair request, or wear it in Hell.
I'm not even sure where this came from, but hey. Experimental free-verse.
Another poem.
Just something I wrote while waiting to go to the S/EC party.
Just a little poem I wrote on one of my sleepless nights.
This poem is my little personal mockery of the cultural sex-craze. Be forewarned, it of course makes "explicit implicit" references.
This is a sobering poem. Check it out.
Yep, you guessed it... Two more poems. The first is, well... Embarrassing, and was written a while ago in one of those whirlwind emotional times of my life, so just know that I realize now how pathetic it is.
Here are two poems of a much darker nature than my usual ones; don't take them too seriously, though.
Here are two really cool poems that I dug up out of the greatest depths of my collection.
Two more poems.
Here is a pair of poems that I wanted to share.
I was just skimming through some of the Word documents I have on my computer and came across a few poems and short stories that I have written, so I thought it would be neat to share them. I'll break some of them up into groups of 2 or 3, or post them one at a time. Enjoy.
Oh, and I love writing poetry, so there will probably be fresh, new material placed here eventually.