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The Same Old Thing

The same old thing, Which is what you call ROUTINE, And nothing seems to be changing; All the fears are still fermenting, Waiting until they’re strong enough,        To get me blacked out.

The same old thing, In first daylight, Till night comes round, As the hours seem to me like minutes, And all the beautiful creatures hide Leaving me to face it alone, While the neighborhood bully Rides around on a bending bike That is about to give in From his weight… Poor thing.

I guess we’re a lot like the bike, Getting mounted and rode, By assholes, Pushed, straining, bent, almost broken, About to give in, But somehow holding out.

#poetry #poet #poem #freeverse #Boredom #society #writer #writing #book #books #love of reading #life

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The Bird

The bird sounds off warnings That all will be alright, As it sits on my windowsill Healthy, full of life.

I wander up and catch its eyes Deciding that I will be free, That I will no longer hide That this life is worth the fight.

Then the cat leaps forward From the tall grass, With great claws stretched out, The bird is still alive… In the fangs of the cat, And as the Cat begins to feast, A hawk swoops down fast from nowhere, And sinks its talons into the fur of the cat And off it goes.

I go back and lay within my bed, Shaking, but accepting, That life is like that, It’s always been like that, It was before me, It will be after me.

Warm in bed, I have a beer, While the sun dims.

#poetry #poet #poem #book #writer #freeverse #life #death #isolation #books #reality

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Can’t Place My Finger On It

I can’t place my finger on it, On what has changed Or what hasn’t, Of course there is a plague And civil unrest, The greed of men overwhelming The greed of men, People live longer than those in the past Some don’t The food must’ve gotten shittier And the wine weaker The talk a little cheaper And inflation rising up the many assholes.

But what has changed? My morning seem to be the same, I get up and drink pots of coffee, And look out the window at the cold, And think about it all, I am older, having turned 30, Long gone are the days of whiskey breath At 8am, cigarette dangling from lips, The lost tears of youth.

I guess it’s all in my head, The violence, The coming and going, The love, Fearful people making dumb decisions, Being broke, Mornings like this, Probably all in my head.

#poetry #poet #poetic #free verse #writer #books

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Idleness and Perfection

Read that book again, and catch what you missed,

and give away the ending to imaginary ears

and empty stairwells where the echo of death hums

in dreams that tell a future

to go where the heart follows.

         I think of it day in and out

and remember when the great statue crumbled,

when we ran across empty highways of night

and hid in the dark field to ease my fear

and kissed because nobody was watching

before you walked off into the night

to smash windows for codeine, supplying my fantasy,

then failed at robbing the liquor store,

before sore feet, bath, and the flicker of movie

snuggled up on ash ridden carpet,

inhaling the last of the hand-rolled cigarettes,

waiting, waiting, waiting for the midnight hour

for someone's deposit to bank,

so we may squeeze each drop from the bottle

into our moist youthful mouths.

#poet #poetry #poem #freeverse #writer #writing #book #love #youth #nostalgia

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Apple Wine

I’m in a state of drunkenness again,

I wish that those dead flowers

Would rise from their graves,

And join me for a glass of poison.

If only for tonight.

    You know I tried to sift out the murk,

And tried to capture a scent of old love,

Anything to escape this lonely prison;

Man-made, like everything else.

But youth never cared for excuses!

    I tilt my glass and drink, toasting to the ashes

Of a magnificent Queen and her Drunken king.

Full moon lurking in the night,

With no tomorrow in sight,

    I sit in this tunnel vision dream,

And admire.

#poem #poetry #poet #poetic #writer #writing #books #free verse #drunk #Love poem #loneliness #lonely #death

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Just a photo of me😀

#me #poet #writer

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The Word Had Dried Up

The word had dried up,

And exposed something missing in my life;

An empty void where wonder use to dwell.

I gave it up when I chose to join the crowd.

There was this friend of mine - 

Although we never met -

I feel I could call her one,

Who had her stay expelled in a sanitorium

For a corruption of her beautiful mind,

I often compared her to Hellen of Troy.

We would spend nights up late surrendering sleep,

Looking at computer screens and the words,

Displayed across, killing the darkness around our empty cold damp rooms,

Cockroaches spilling from the ceilings.

After a few hours sleep, meeting her again in dreams,

I would awake and meet the hellish warehouse

Eager to see her reply, with cigarette dangling from lips,

And dirty blood soaked hands,

I read her response.

I know she never promised me anything

Not even a kiss,

But it was her glow that caught the poet.

Months, lead into years, I grow older,

Silence has placed a spell on her,

Life is riddled with woe

#writer #writing #poetry #poet #poem #books #freeverse #love #friendship

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Somethings Never Change

Somethings never change,

Like falling in love,

Or thunderstorms that incite fear,

And a hint of what lay beyond.

All have that final step

Infused with possibility.

Do I dare expose myself?

Will I be consumed?

Sometimes that leap,

Will provide the answer.

#Love poem #poetry #poet #poem #lit #litarature #book #writing #reading #writer

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Ode To Lost Love

We spectate at a distance with dystopian minds     In an unmistakable agony. I watch you, and your eyes are fixated     On my swollen decaying body. The sounds of horny males, and inquisitive females     Has surrounded us and melted into eternal white noise. I can feel my villainous heart beating to get out     As you flick your eyelashes and drift close to me; I bathe in your scent and catch your whisper,     Spewing out those dangerous words, "I love you." The majority, ordinary, type of man lacking individuality     Has approached you with the sole intent of doing the thing; I do not think him worthy of your footprint, but oh well.     I'm the last of my kind. I play in other dimensions Inside a Tipi. Sorry to let you down. Don't get me wrong, because I could grow to love you     And appreciate all your eccentricities, We could be strange together and drink homemade wine     And travel the subconscious aches of last year, And death would not be able to catch us,     And sorrow would flee to the mountains as we approach, And ennui could be used as a cue to indulge in lovemaking,     And no I will not tame you, nor you tame me.          So I stand and fling my possessions in the trash,     Placing a two-line poem on my forehead. I drift past you without a goodbye,     Forever gone, unmistakably tired.

#poetry #poem #poet #literature #lit #books #poetry book #love #lover #love poem #Love Poetry #free verse #writer #writing #words

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Open Sores

    There always seems to be open sores bleeding Somewhere out there.     Men or women suffering, and sometimes there isn't anyone Or anything to blame.     The heat is too much, and it often feels like hell, And it's too expensive to turn on when it gets cold.     I knew this one guy who was self-conscious Of his weight, his skin, his nose, his balding head, And he asked often why no woman would have him.     He ended it one night after a bottle of whiskey Got the best of him.     I walked to a church after my shift, And lit a candle for him.     Then I wandered around the cold chaos Until the sun came back.

#poetry #poem #poet #writer #writing #book #free verse #sad poem #friendship #lonley #loneliness #loner #life #death #lit #litarature

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Old Dreamer

It has been a thousand years And I am dripping from my bones; I am holding on, as my lungs burst And I gasp for air, On an unforgiving night. I hold true to my ambitions, Even though the wasted years Of failure and never-ending circles persists. But I am Blaise Cendrars, Only defeated by the love We once had. A simple melody of melancholy Reminds me of you. I drift to our old hangouts, As the music plays throughout Our dream. I ask if you are truly dead, And you answer with a smile. We walk through empty playgrounds, We walk through your eternity, Until I awake.

#poem #poetry #free verse #lit #litarature #book #writing #writer #poet #love #death #Love poem #love poetry #dream

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Wonder

My heart is full of wonder; Of lands far off, where my feet will never touch. The chaos, that I will never witness, The Islands, where I may never be stranded. Lovers who will never hear my call, Foreign winds lost.

#poetry #poem #poet #free verse #Verse #writing #writer #travel #wonder #thought #unkown #lit #litarature #book

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Brain

My brain seems to be in a pain of sorts, I attempt to ease the suffering with music, But it hates me for it and turns away. I attempt to feed it poems and words and tales About magnificent heroes that question existence, But it grows tired and throws the book at me. I duck to avoid the blow, and it hates me for this. "I think I am sick, leave me alone," it says. I close all doors, and drift away as well, Into black emptiness; I think it has a chance at happiness here...

#sad #dark poem #existence #bored #boredom #free verse #freedom #depression #life #death #poem #poetry #lit #litarature #book #poetry book #writing #writer