Sunday, July 5, 2020

Update

Every moment that flickers 
A pucker of the lips 
Taste the ending of life 

A gateway to something more 
Some twinkling in the distance
Stars winking at me 

After some time, I grow tired 
No one comes close 
Dirty dirty night star

Don't eat too much now 
If you want to sleep for eternity 
Even angels get to die

Monday, January 21, 2019

Poem: Comeback

Comeback

Made of broken glass
And false prophecies
I sharpen my elbows
With a rustic knife
Bone on bone
Until I can puncture the wall
Ice, stone, both
Locked into a battle
A thought on the brink of death
Reflecting off my sharpened glass
I see you
I see you
Standing atop the ticking clock
I'll give you a hand
A moment of my time
Life will bend and crack
But I'll hold on
I'll try
Even if I fall
I'll catch myself on my sharpened elbows
Sharpened with a bone saw.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Refresh my Soul: A Poem


I haven't seen you
Standing by my window
Stealing my breath
And staring, with fire
Dueling with your shady desire

You want to fight
A child noless
You want to scream
DO YOUR BEST

but I'll rip my flesh
Across your jagged teeth
I'll scrape my knunkles
On your jagged frame

You think you know me?
You think you can win
But what if I'm more than you recall
What if I've change since the side walk's end

Try to understand my sight
The flames I see
Caressing the edge of my vision
My futility.

I'll run my mouth
Fly into the sun
Shoot off like a rocket
Ained at the sun.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Dr. Hounchell's Theory of Life and Everything: Burrito

Today's Topic? Burritos.

Burritos, what do they mean?

They are a blanket that keeps your meat warm. Basically burritos were created by the pilgrims so they wouldn't have to touch their food with their grimy hands. That way a burrito is like a plate that keeps the black plague off of your meat.

Right? I'm right? Right?

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Sunday Haiku

Today: Day of rest
Rest for the day and sleep more
More in the dream world

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Poetic Review of That Netflix Movie I can't Remember the Title of

There were butterflies
And music to despise
A mom's child had died
And based on her mascara, she'd cried

But seriously, the music
Louder than the movie
It made me sick

The movie itself was helluvan original
But in the end, it was just eh?
Because it end, poof final
But the main character is in denial

It doesn't solve anything
It somehow makes it worse
Was this a horror movie, eh
Perhaps if it stayed on course

It fall into an indie genre
That ends on a realization
But watch out
Because you're going to be eaten
By the Canker Man

It function a lot like the Babadook
With a little less spook
You can see all the plot coming
Like it's sitting outside and humming

 Either way the moving didn't put me to sleep
I had fun watching it, I think

With this in mind
I give this movie a 3 out of 5.

Friday, January 26, 2018

Top 10 Good Words

1. Conundrum

2. Conniption.

3. Retrospective

4. Obligatory

5. Labyrinthine

6. Ronal Regan

7. Helter-skelter

8.  Wibble-wobble

9. Catharsis

10. Banana

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