Poetry – Page 11

Little Square

That little square. That right there. That little, itty-bitty square. Do you see it? Silly little thing. Do you see its bruise as it tries to move? Do you know why? Is it something recognizable? The square that moves like a circle. A circumference it does not have A mobility it must not have becauseContinue reading “Little Square”

The Woman who Thought She Could do Everything

She couldn’t. She tried. It broke her she cried. Unfinished.

Death of the Dreamers

It really is horrifying to awaken to the realism of your adulthood. To watch the news and read the papers only to be told that the dreamers and heroes of you childhood have left this world for a better one. Or none at all? Or perhaps they pass out of this plane of existence knowingContinue reading “Death of the Dreamers”

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Frequencies

Sometimes, I see things everywhere and wish they would resonate at a lower frequency. But sometimes, it doesn’t resonate at all, and these are the times I am most frightened.

Obedience

I shall attempt to ensnare this beast called creativity. It is like a disobedient dog. Wandering when I need it to stay. Attacking in moments of peace.

The Beast of Life

It never comes calling, but I keep yelling. I have to find it. Hunt it down Corner it Funny thing is… I cornered it, and the bastard fought back. Snarling it snapped recoiling from my attack a flurry of memories fists of future prospects tumbling together defeated it lay and I walked away but, itContinue reading “The Beast of Life”

{Epiphany}

Nothing was worse than realizing Santa was not real. Later, when I was told about God, the loss wasn’t as bad.

Ask Me

I once for asking a question in the face slapped. I once got slapped in the face for asking a question. .من یک بار برای پرسیدن یک سوال در صورت سیلی I can’t read the script any longer. I can the script no longer read. Don’t ask me to read it.

Poem of the Utmost Importance

I have to say something I have to tell you something. I have to show you something. But you’ll have to follow me to find it. It’s a secret that I stumbled upon tripping over one of those annoying repressed memories. No need to check in your emotional baggage. You’ll have more when you leave.Continue reading “Poem of the Utmost Importance”