Poetry, prose poems, haiku...
I felt cold.
I felt absent.
I knew that the only way to die and keep living is to be part of them.Love had killed me but I was still alive,I became an inmortal in the lonely winter night,I felt naked,disprotected,vulnerable and It took me a few seconds to realize I was now part of them,the heartbroken.
The last time I saw him,I was just a shadow behind his eyes and then he was gone,gone forever to somewhere
A little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy:
Then poet-god said,
ďLet Us make poets in Our image,
according to Our likeness;
let them have dominion over the sheet of a pad,
over the leaves of a tome, and over the airwaves,
over all the earth and over every corner of the worldwide web.Ē
And the Poet lived one hundred and thirty years,
and begot a Mentoree
My name is STD
What STD am I?
Am I gonorrhea or HIV/AIDS?
My name is STD.
This is the world without condoms.
Hi, babe. Hereís your gift from me
For our anniversary.
Syphilis, youíre so sweet for giving
Me syphilis, I donít deserve you.
Iím STD and Iím a fungi
Living in your body as if itís the Everglades.
For I am STD
And I live like The Adams
You may feel achy
Silly Winds of the Night
I went out of my door tonight
to walk to the store now.
It was rather windy and I
was tired and was feeling silly.
I walked past the hotel here
and the hotel apartments past the hotel.
Came to the mall's parking lot.
It was a cool breezy wind
at the mall's big parking lot.
I got to the Chick-fil-la
and spotted 4 state trooper cars.
I sneakily thought to myself, "What
such filthy bastards
Baltimore, my home,
South Carolina isn't.
I want to be there,
Baltimore, to be alone.
I can bear it being there.