O Venus
O Venus, As the somber drums echo my heavy feet During the plight of wilted roses To which gray fog lingers against my skin, I pray to you, O Venus,…
Tag: poem
Again
There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide…
Shadow
Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable…
Bad News
Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You…
patchwork
Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent…
melancholy
Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky…
Legacy
When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young,…
