#WTFisthisIdonteven
House. Chair.
nuff said.
#WTFisthisIdonteven
#WTFisthisIdonteven
Poetry
– pulses –
– pulses –
timeline; wind clock ticks
beats. of thump and gyrations.
hourglass alarms.dewy, singe-soiled gasps.
metallic plastic glowing.
flickering tongue tips.distilled chardonnay.
bladed mo(u)rning. canorous.
tinted gloss. paris.
#Paris #PrayForParis #KwirbsBlurbs #senryu #haiku #poetry #experimental
Poetry
The Paradox Overpass
The Paradox Overpass
There can be no better timing
for the words of forced rhyming
and perhaps, it’s me, griping
of the inner todays unwinding:the yesterday that could’ve
been, the today that should’ve
stilled tomorrow, and would’ve
still been is all that I have;but when this today is done,
as the sun completely sets,
I will not dare to say I’ve won,
all the same, I have no regrets.
Poetry
Inner Balms Within Calming Knolls
Inner Balms Within Calming Knolls
That space between courageous apathy
where I must believe within the soul lies,
peace bating calmness, the loveless implies
beyond the lulls beneath our gravityof where exists the need, a rhapsody
unsung, implying daring thoughts: though wise,
a soul must feed off love, not love’s demise;
tranquil souls, pacify and atrophy.Soothing scents of waning lives that slacken,
bittersweetness of sour ebbings subdued,
clamoring lullabies amplifying;fittingly one among sights of blackened,
flickered respite, love’s pulsations imbued
against our souls’ hushes magnifying…
Poetry
Myopia
Myopia
S
t
r
a
y,
skin-colored bullets;the ammunition
of trigger-happy
ignorance.
Poetry
Autumnal Indulgence
Autumnal Indulgence
Mud road of fudged Earth
pebbles endure among leaves;
petticoat ruined.
My first haiku since high school. There’s another somewhere here, but I had practiced on this first and sent it out as a tweet, but forgot to share with you guys, haha.
Poetry
A.r.c.h.a.n.g.e.l.
A.r.c.h.a.n.g.e.l.
Amidst black-framed spaces she
reaches only from within her
chalk-dusted self;
her wings pale
against her breathing,
never to (seemingly)
gain traction as
elements shroud her in specks of
lamentable stardust.
Poetry
Oddity’s Seeing Glass
Oddity’s Seeing Glass
I see myself
as clones in gauzy shimmers;
yet another reflection of me
echoing a parody of impressions.I turn away from this mimicry
and there I am, replicated again.
My counterpart is weeping. How
(Pathetic.) curious, my cheeks are dry.Another swivel, duplicated later,
I am laughing silently…
…a parallel other, shivering, perhaps.
Goosebumps reverberate on tepid skin.Polished metal dancing – a sign. –
(Obviously.) Time to go.
A partial pivot’s spin
turns to an accidental pirouette.I see myself gripping
(A resemblance.) a ticket.
One short, deft rip thereafter,
the gatekeeper ushers my imitation – past. –
Poetry
The Motivational Factor
The Motivational Factor:
tolerance.Tenebrous pieces – fragments
of my soul –
lash away towards a more
ethereal dynamism that
relies (grievously) on
a perpetually
natural state of
consciously yearning,
emotional closure.
One word and then the Follow Up Challenge
Poetry
R.e.v.e.r.b.e.r.a.t.e,
Rolling melodies that
echo reverbs,
vibrating tones of
elevated harmony amidst
rhythmic ballads with
bass of seismic potential;
endurance motivates these
radical beats whose
asynchronous warbles
traumatize the resolve of my
everlasting song.