Saturday, December 19, 2015

So, just remembered I have a blog... I'll try to be better.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Failed Blocking

Some point great need to great thoughts and sleep abuse

I can’t long us many grains

Earth and hard line wheat could sentence these ideas

Plant thresh between you and I

Not land as sea

Don’t cover company with down

While sheep play abuse stories right at home

Baked will make 47 stand far off

Air closes her other four names

End night from high eye want

Spell our ground

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This poem was created with poetry magnets

Friday, September 12, 2014

Just A Thought

So, I wrote this yesterday, and apparently I'm not the only one who feels this way, so here's kinda my outlook on life I suppose.

   Sometimes, when I read too much poetry, I can feel the unreality of the world starting to seep through the cracks in the walls and I can't get upset about anything, because everything's relative to the window of reality you allow into your apartment. You're going to move out sooner or later, and when you do, you may not have to deal with all the things that happened when you let too much reality in.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

The Payoff of Living Suits the Cost of Death

Back laced, demographically pleasing violence
   Washes all thought to the gutter,
   Where it sits, pockmarked and painless,
   While I attempt to process the news that
   I'm stuck on the day the apocalypse took all feeling
   From my fingertips and left a gray stripe on my forearm
   Which burns whenever touched,
   Reminding me of the graceless butterflies who hijack my feet
   Thinking to fly, but run instead
   Over shattered bullet shells, tripping at every possible moment,
   Eroding the skin from my feet, setting all the insects free
   To hurt me again.
Twittering birds often shove the talent I had hoped for
   Between the sticks of their nest,
   Intertwining my dreams and beliefs with mud
   For the good of their children.
   Even if it leaves me devoid of flame and water.

I speak too much when no one is     
listening.    

Monday, September 8, 2014

Return To Sender

Could my memories, those frail particles
   Caught by some partial understanding of how fleeting
   Smiles and softened eyes actually are,
   Stop living as though they understand the present
   Through their outdated look on life?

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Entrenched

A silhouette of green and black downgrade my strengths quite nicely
   While a magpie laughs at the confusion and destruction playing out
   On the mountain rage below
   Because someone stole someone else's girl back in '95
   Even if people are not objects.
Red on red, lighting the small room which thuds in my ears and behind my eyes,
   Swimming and reeling, though you don't know why this is that way or that is this way,
   Or why everyone must scream and kick like children
   When they clearly left the playground cries and squealing laughter in the far past
   Amid dusty blankets, ripped animals, and smashed plastic toys.
Enmity on the brain with scars on both legs, ripped by the explosion of disgust underwater
   Which punctured the ozone of epidermis my body creates as a means to keep
   Everything out.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Hi

It's interesting how many people have actually looked at this blog. To be honest, I didn't think anyone would ever look at this, but I've apparently gotten 23 this month, which is crazy to me!
Anyways, thanks you guys :)