At Death (A Mirror Cinquain)
At Death At death my coat of skin melts into streams that flow and show on faces of the folks who mourn but Do not mourn for me for I cannot swim or else I’ll sink and drown in the depths of your tears
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Memoria
Memoria Write a poem in memory of the dead, For me It’s all to easy, To Watch My pen bleed on the page, Just as It was all too easy, To watch You bleed, as millions get to read The horrors on the page. Rage At the ones who are to be blamed Should be … Continue reading Memoria
Another Victim of Hope
I am a victim of Hope And it tortures me every single day, And every single day, I fight In order to escape it I can’t break free because it has caged me I don’t see much of what is ahead of me The next minute is in itself a mystery I look beyond, and … Continue reading Another Victim of Hope
A Lady I Know
I know of a lady Beautiful, she is Great qualities, she posesses Kind enough to even help us As we navigate through the day But nay We longer respect her Wait Did we even have any for her to begin with? Mayne not Her residence? Shells pinned on walls, and cases stuck on our wrists … Continue reading A Lady I Know
Comeback
This poem really is a tongue-in-cheek for the fact that I’ve been gone for a while away from this site. That’s on the surface! Deeper than that is the fact that it is an expression of an experience…or rather a series of experiences that actually took my attention from here, and other things as well. The … Continue reading Comeback
(H)Aiku/ Hi Coup/ High Coo/ Haiku- EPISODES 1-3
EPISODE 1 (H)Aiku – We never Die Yes, we never die We will live on forever Lie, for we all must EPISODE 2 IRONY OF LIFE Leaves and shades of green Cluster minds of the aged Leaving bright rays here EPISODE 3 forEVER is nEVER Never ever will The weather bring glad tidings … Continue reading (H)Aiku/ Hi Coup/ High Coo/ Haiku- EPISODES 1-3
I Speak Not of a Fish
I Speak Not of a Fish It’s my occupation I have to catch fish My preoccupation is the Tilapia, the salmon, the catfish I need one so I could fix a nice dish
Critiques, Who needs those?
CAUTION: SPELLING ERRORS, GRAMMAR ERRORS, SENTENCE STRUCTURE (FAIL), ORGANIZATION (FAIL), COHERENCE (FAIL). Just bear with me! It’s a bumpy road ahead! Get a glass of water, a bar of chocolate, something to cushion the ride! :) Be thou gentle on my work For this is the fruit of my sweats Waiting at the corner, … Continue reading Critiques, Who needs those?
The Minimalist’s Metrical Scheme (Episodes 3-6)
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The Minimalist’s Metrical Scheme
This would be a series consisting of about 10 poems that employ the use of minimalism (using as less words as possible to convey a meaning, or sometimes ditching conveying any meaning altogether), and also these poems will follow a specific meter scheme (maybe number of syllables or number of words in each line). So, … Continue reading The Minimalist’s Metrical Scheme
The Outcast
I feel like I’m an outcast, I don’t belong here
Others around me are happy, while I am downcast, I don’t belong here
Ugh! Can you shut that damn baby up? So annoyingly loud
Thank Goodness, now he’s silent
Business as Usual
A fateful encounter, or was it? I would want to go back, and pause it However, our encounter served a purpose, Much deeper than what it looked like on the surface There was something more to it, at least I thought To accept it was business as usual, that feeling I fought
Suicide is a Suicide, Or is it?
Okondu, a young man in his early thirties. Young indeed! – “Age is an issue of the mind”, he has always proclaimed. “As a matter of fact, I feel like a young baby trapped in a 32 year old body”. And indeed, he tells the truth. Unless he told you, there is no way you … Continue reading Suicide is a Suicide, Or is it?
The Portrait of a Frustrated Young Adult
Last Year – Failures, Successes, etc. New Year – Expectations, (Im)Mortality, etc If there is something I’ve learned over the course of my life, it’s that the summary of life is to be born, and then die. There is a little space in between these two events, very little, and the very little we do … Continue reading The Portrait of a Frustrated Young Adult