The stars fall from the heavens
And I am unmoved. For there
Is nothing that can hurt me
Now that I have lost your love.
Let the oceans boil, and
The earth dissolve, all wreckage
Stars Fall
Category: Poetry
Outgrown
You are nothing to
Me now; once you would
Have been the world
Hold you down
I want to hold you down
And make you listen to what
I have to say. I want
To press my face into
Yours, so you can feel my heat
And our sweat can mingle
My lips
My lips
They open wide
To embrace
Your fragrance
Your essence
I consume it
It’s mine
All of you
Is now all of me
Bully
Tell me what I should say
Circumvent me
Take the words out of my mouth
Crush my initiative and mock my joy
I’ll forgive you
But everyone knows what you are
Everyone sees what you do
Cruelty, needless hurt, inflicted again and again,
Masking a petty man and a fragile ego
Bound for naught but a bitter lonely end
Fight
A thing that must be done
to take things from better to worse
who can say where it will end
till something breaks
and someone ends up
dead or in prison
the hurt spreads
but I will not be devastated
I will not be judged by the guilty
nothing shall be redeemed till justice be done
bullets, car crashes, liquor and pills,
All end you, fast or slow.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
What I Am
I am not too much.
I am not obnoxious or
Inappropriate.
I am kind although
Complex, an acquired taste.
I do not exist
To please people, but
To help others and express
The words in my heart.
The Game
The only way to win
Is not to play the game
It’s rigged to destroy you
Herman’s Hermitage 