Damn straight
Believe in your gut;
you have it for a reason.
Are things so goddamn good that they’re
worth selling out your heart and soul?
It is all a lie, and you deserve better.
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To the one I have yet to meet
You are beautiful beyond measure;
You are my dearest treasure.
You hung the stars in my sky;
You cause the twinkles in my eye.
It’s.
Always.
About.
You.
Sincere craft
Make something with your hands;
it will reveal who you are because
your feelings will show through;
own up to them.
You have the Choice
To struggle ‘gainst the world,
Be yourself despite the strain;
To follow your own essence, true to your own name –
not hiding in the darkness transferring the blame.
Be alive – raise your Voice!
Lover’s request
Say your tender thoughts,
you beautiful delight.
Love to hear what you think.
Me, I made my choice
too beg for your sweet voice.
My worse enemy
I feel that deep desire;
need to quench that fire;
more, it’s yet to peak;
sleep is for the weak.
Fraternity
Can we recall all the years
you and I have known each other?
Feel like going out for beers?
The alley’s a shortcut brother…
Knife.
Looking up; speaking to whomever’s listening
What is the message hidden in this poem?
Have any ideas where to look?
I will give you a hint: let your eyes roam (down)
Gotten any closer? As for
Myself – I think I might really get
Into this month’s theme.
? Hmm? Well what do you think?
March
Things I learned this month:
I need to get stronger and
Villanelles are tough.
– The style for next month (tentatively) is Acrostic.
Lost in the rain
“A soul…
Tossed and turned on the maelstrom of the world…
Finds what peace it can
in the deep embrace of sleep and troubled dreams.”
– Something I wrote long ago on a bad, bad night. Tonight is also a bad, bad night. Strangely enough, it was raining that night too…
A (wise) man of two faces 