(2015)
My imitation of the haiku form. Syllables (17): 5-7-5
If it’s not a circle, then it won’… I’m sorry, if it hurts you and bri… I would if I could, but there’s n… I can’t stop you in what you choos… But the truth hurts, like a wrist…
Do you ever ask yourself, what is… Why are we here? What are we mean… The assurance of death leaves us a… Life is too short, if only we had… What’s the rules? Survival of the…
Where did I leave me? Have you seen me lately? I’ve been missing for a few days n… Truth is, I can’t even button dow… The guy in the mirror.
I miss the laughs! I miss your laugh! I miss your smile! I miss your voice! I miss your strong personality! And I miss your vibes– you always gave off the best vibes; positive, energeti...
My hand flows down your soft, ripp… Like a waterfall merging with the… From those savory lips, I beg a t… I have a particular appetite A desire that only you can sate.
center When I hold you, I don’t want to let go. When our eyes meet, I never want to look away.
Endless stars fill the night sky, Dazzling– bewitching– stars. Stars that could stun With a simple twinkle. Many nights spent stargazing.
She touches me like the morning su… With gentle and warm embraces Her beauty makes other Women seem faceless Her smile is so alluring
My blank canvases are a bird or pl… Either way, sure to soar over your… Pace yourself, Greatness: somethi… With a thousand words I paint a p… I’m using not a pen, but a paintbr…
We are all going To the same place, we just have Our separate paths
What is poetry, When the poet is Curiosity In the presence of the “cool cat” Who has his pen; Rendering him speechless,
center Our love has turned blue. When I touch you I can feel your skin crawl As you jump away.
You call me your Knight in shining armor Because after your DARKEST day… I manage to BRIGHTEN your nigh… You call me your
This place reeks of aging corpses Death surrounds me as DIRTY-MINDS BRAINWASH… Filling up, but never full enough I’m a HEMAPHOBIC VAMPIRE
I gotta make it... Kept the world waiting With my procrastination But tell the Nation I’m on my way… My clothes are still in the dryer