Poetry Poetry Poetry

Here is some new stuff I've been working on for the last couple years. Also, if you want to feature stuff you've written here, I'd love to post stuff by someone who isn't me.

Winter Weather Advisory

Falling down, out of breath

Gets old after days of miles

Leaves falling from trees

Have it the easiest

Here today, gone tomorrow

Passing through to nowhere

But I’m stuck, freezing

Hands in my pockets

When rest is peaceful

But sleep is death

Falling from the sky

Arrogance and nothingness

A sea of endless blank

And a heart colder than all

But, bridges burn the warmest

If thats what it takes 

To get me out of this cold

Throwing Matches at Card Houses

My everything is burning

Hope ruined with flame

Kerosene smeared hope

Desire and hubris

Spread the warmth

Like a little boy I watch

And wonder at it

Though I did everything

To make this 

Destruction possible

I am a serpent

not a son

A lost orphan

And a callow arsonist

With a heart made of glass

A lighter in hand

I’ve got none to blame

My everything was only

A house built of cards

Holding on without hope

Rebuild from the ashes

Car Troubles

The a.c in my car went out today

I cursed under my breath

Things happen at the worst times

It’s summer

At least it’s not Florida (again)

With the way the weather is

You’d never know it though

I have a mix in on my car

For some reason the first band on is

“I Hate Myself” (again)

I switch it

Sometimes all it is

Is driving in a hot car

In the summer

Wishing you were somewhere else (again)

When in Rome

We are the kids

With the long drawn faces

And the drawn on eyes

Rings trace the lines of our sad eyes

Well when in Rome

You have to do what the Romans do

Pretend you don’t know what we do

Closure for a Troubled Mind

I walk in and look at you.

Not like I used to

(Maybe a little, but not really).

Words aren’t coming

Not that they ever have

(Not coherent ones anyway).

I wonder if I’m imagining 

the bruises on your arms.

It would be (pretty) fucked up,

to call that wishful thinking.

Not that I want you hurt,

Or to hurt you.

But, does he?

Who is, 

was, 

or is there a he?

Stopping myself from caring.

It’s gotten pretty easy.

When it comes to you and me

There are only wild goose chases

and “one day my prince will come”.

I’m not that prince

Never have been.

Your princes have been many

and dressed as bandits.

I noticed that my heart is beating

Quicker than my step

(Especially after I stop moving

and think of turning).

You haven’t looked up yet,

I can’t really be sure it’s you at all

Freeze-dried ex-punk rocker: for use whenever

I’m standing in the cold outside of something

I never truly belonged to

Laid some bricks and walked away

Unsure if they did or didn’t crumble

Maybe it isn’t for me to know

Or anyone to know

I spit at the idea that this was nothing

Even more than I resent the idea

That this was everything

Empty eyes look back at me

From inside a building

That I don’t think I ever knew

I still love a lot of the same things

The Misfits and nowhere to go

But I couldn’t tell you if they still do

This isn’t exile, just “quit while your ahead”

And refusing to become what I hate

Another piece of washed up hipster trash

I’d rather be lonely and forgotten

Than the empty husk that once

Held something of value

I no longer find the use

Of holding on to forgotten symbols

Of someone I never agreed to be