Monthly Archives: May 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Fifty-One

“In this City/
self-preservation/
is a full-time occupation.”

affirmation.
this is where I should be.
with my oldest friends.
with my family.

there are two missing.
though one is coming down.
a week is not too long.
the whole summer will bring me down.

brother, come to visit.
there is no one closer to me.
I know you love the City.
but sometimes you need to break free.

“I want to break free.”


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Fifty

can’t cure stupid.
though we try every day.
the internet is a blissful place.
where the ignorant like to play.

can’t cure drama.
no matter what ya do.
it’s fun to teach them how to speak.
until our faces go blue.

can’t cure beauty.
everyone takes it to the face.
we keep up with the crusade.
learned in our favorite place.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred Forty-Nine

top of the morning.
top of the pain.
these are the memories.
this is the strain.

wake without sorrow.
wake without schemes.
these are the moments.
this is between.

no time for yesterdays.
no time for lies.
these are the terrors.
this is goodbye.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Forty-Eight

“When you try to find the you that you once had.”

fearless.
I want to be fearless.
ready for all comers.
ready to die.

fearless.
I want to be fearless.
done with the agony.
done with the cries.

fearless.
I want to be fearless.
laid out on the table.
laid out till the end.

fearless.
I want to be fearless.
ready for the beauty.
ready for my friends.

“Looking for myself, sober.”


365 Days of Poetry: Day Forty-Seven

remember.
remember.
the eighteenth of December.
where we thought.
we could always start again.

remember.
remember.
the eighteenth of May.
the holes in the walls.
when belief went away.

remember.
remember.
the eighteenth of December.
where a beautiful dream.
began.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Forty-Six

I forgot.
the peace of this.
belief and fellowship.
a word’s sweet kiss.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Forty-Five

come clean.
or you will die.
I know you have.
this pain inside.
but please come clean.
you’re going to die.

I want to call your mother.
I can’t come get you now.
I wish there was something real I could do.
but I can’t make a man of you.


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