Sonnet #2

Obsession captures my heart in a vise.
Love was never supposed to be like this.
All my passions, one look would not suffice.
I'm supposed to be enraptured by bliss.
But bliss has come and marked the beginning
Of my journey into a hellish place.
All your love, your laughing smile so winning
Has sucked all the happiness from my space.
Give me back the world that once was my own.
Let me return to the way my life was.
Solace and solitude are all I've known.
Oh God, just leave me alone, because
I cannot love for fear of seeing hell.
If you love me, my soul I'll surely sell.

Sonnet #1

If I should cry, I'm sure you wouldn't care
But time and my life will go flying by.
In sixty years I won't care if you've died
But for right now my love just isn't fair.
Your silence has been more than I can bear
So now I will lay my head down and cry.
I guess I'd rather you tell the truth than lie.
I think I'll kill myself, but would I dare?
I thought that I'd be in love forever,
But then you came along and crushed my dreams.
And now sweetness falls and night engulfs me.
I fall into an abyss of never
And death is imminent, or so it seems.
I want to be shadows, not reality.

Bad Haiku

Silent, falling drops
Land inside my broken heart,
Leaving tiny holes.

I would not love you
For I hold my soul with pride.
You try to kill me.

Practice makes silence,
And silence makes morning light.
Morning light brings death.

Small, green follower
Making a trail of its own
Slowly through the air.

An orb of rainbow
Floats through the hot, humid air,
And its life explodes.

Brittle flaky life
Scrapes away and now it dies.
But I will not mourn.

Fragile porcelain
Tiny hands with a message
Break my wounded heart.

Soft, quiet sunlight
Filters into my lost soul
And gives me repose.

Epic Poem #24

I yawn
but the muse pulls on my hand.

I close my eyes just to rest them
And wake to find the muse in my lap.

Reluctantly,
I follow her outside

And admit that she was right
When we dance at sunrise.

Epic Poem #23

Poetry has become cool.
Like everything else pure, and perfect,
Poetry has been corrupted and commercialized
To the point where it is
no longer poetry,
But a
jumbleofrhymingwords.
People do not seem to realize
That true poetry
Is meant to evoke emotions,
Or to convey ideas or feelings.
Poetry comes from the heart
More than the mind.
And I often read 'poems'
And I hear them in my mind,
But I do not hear them in my heart.

*It was so deep and before its time......

Epic Poem #22

The things we find to occupy
Are seldom ever seen.
A bottle in a cabinet;
A paper in a stream.

We curl up with our TV wishes,
Can we ever find the time
To listen to ourselves and talk
Without the simple rhyme?

Would we ever know the happiness
Of just life, no tricks, no games?
Can we play the notes our mothers taught?
Will we learn to love again?
Can we sigh, unburdened by the thought
Of chemical restraint?

He who finds the heart for this
Is often deemed a saint.

Epic Poem #21

Bring me into your world of elusive reality,
Where fingernail moons are cut out
of the sky
and
descend
upon the plain
of my heart,

little
fleeting snowflakes
melting with
the setting of Sirius,
The ever-loyal, loving dog star of your heart.

Epic Poem #20

Sunshine calls to me, invading my thoughts.
I'm falling home,
Sitting right here.

Astral projection was never as fluid
As the touch of grass on my legs,

But sunsets like this don't last forever.
They are hard to come by,

Living in a river of steel.

Epic Poem #19

We are so
lucky as humans,
for our
time on
earth

water

*That's what I wrote; there is no verb there.  Very poetic, I'm sure.

Villanelle #1

I had a dream, a dream that I could fly.
It was the best dream I have ever had.
I reached out my arms to the sky.

 








That is what it must feel like when one dies.
But if I were to die, would you be sad?
Would you mourn me if I floated up high?

 













I start to think your love is just a lie
When I speak of my dreams and you get mad.
So now I feel that I must say goodbye.

 







Kiss me, my darling, and hold me to the sky.
I should like to think that you will be sad.
Don't blame me, it's not my fault, I tried.

 












And now I have to go, and I will cry
And your devotion, I never quite had.
So let me go to my star in the sky.

 















And darling, don't ask me the reason why.
Apologies can only be too sad.
In a minute, I'll be gone, don't be shy.
But tell me that you'll miss me, don't be mad.

Epic Poem #18

It's an all-night party
around here
We have
a good
time
Being with us.

Epic Poem #17

I wonder
does she know what it's like not to
feel familiarity
with
anyone
you've
ever
met.
Does she
know what it's
like
to
think
no one
will ever
truly
love her?

Epic Poem #16

Breathless
giggling

Little shooting stars
carbon dioxide

fizzes of
ecstasy
pings of euphoria
pinball showers
explode inside me.
I capture them in a jar

 


For this will not be
appropriate
at 35.

(HOLY SHIT SHE FORETOLD THE FUTURE) 

Epic Poem #15

I will resist my urge
to braid my hair
If you refuse
To break my heart.

Epic Poem #14

How many girls must you dance with
Before you believe you
Don't need
Me?
I suppose keep counting,
I will never believe.
(Ha ha ha.)

Epic Poem #13

Her statue
is different
from the rest.

 








(Drawing dedicated to Stephen) 

*Don't Blink*

Epic Poem #12

Cantilevered bridges

stretch from the corners of my mind,

Criss-crossing the strangest things,
like rainbows

and blood-bugs.

I don't know, and I suppose that you
wouldn't either.

Shh, now, time for bed, little one.

Epic Poem #11

O ugly nation

Of Prejudice

With purple waves of shame.

And scarlet faces angrily

Proclaiming words of hate!

America,

America,

God shed his grace on these.

But you take it and you use it

For hate, eternally.

Epic Poem #10

I'd like to come over tonight

And tell you of the prophet of doom.

Come stand by the warm firelight
In the otherwise cold dark room.

The prophet of doom lurks in the night,
And will take you by the hand.

To a place where commercialism reigns,
A not-so-distant land.

This is our fate, we've sealed ourselves,

A future to behold.

We're doomed to life in glass houses,

Where no one can throw stones.