So there she was- with chai crowned hair and ginerbread breath from a coffee mug mouth We drank to our health with green tea warmed hands...
I lie in bed Across the room from my grandmother Who's breathing, wheezy, into the stillness That feels heavy, pressing my body into my...
I woke up this morning in a Hilton Hotel in Springfield the smell of hotel jarred me awake and I was surrounded by the coldness...
Thanks louray....i don't think poetry has many rules because its a form of expression..I like to write about things people wouldn't normally write...
Thanks for the feedback guys!...it's always nice to get someone else's opinion...good or back its appreciated:)
Knock Knock Who's there? Little boy Blue Little boy blue who? Michael Jackson Wow...don't under-estimate the power of corny jokes...:)
I love this line...I really Dig your poem...excellent work:)
Every Friday, a woman in search, Out of depression, born from endless loneliness, Opens herself up, To find that one that will occupy this...
On a tan stained matted down carpet Sits a box Poorly managed form years of wear and tear The now discolored red box Overflowing with memories...
She cries raindrops, with hints of laughter. Scotch tape holding together the pieces of her insanity not yet gone. She doesn't wake up to...
8/9 of the way to Colorado, we stopped at a fruit stand where they sold produce and tie-dyed t-shirts. The fruit sat in white cardboard boxes...
I loved what i saw when you cracked wide open and your babyblue exterior lay in a crumpled heap on the scratched wood floor I saw you...
The house was old the toilet downstairs gurgled and the steep stairs creaked She showed us around Bringing her scent-Beer and womens shampoo-...
I keep expecting to run into myself walking up my December driveway; another cold girl in a gray coat bound for my exact opposite destination-...
It's half-past two It has always been half-past two As much as i will it, As much as i want it, The clock hands seem to have resigned...
Back or white Give me some hue, honey I can tell you over coffee The story of someone Who flew too close to the sun: Give me another two...
I hope you guys all enjoy this thread of poetry:) The Coldflower Quest Sometimes I'm afraid I'll forget everything. I try to...
Buffalo-Sounds like a great idea...thats rad that you also write...i guess we'll have to keep in touch and let me know when your free to burn...PM...
Buffalo- your so lucky your going to see Dave at Alpine..i wanted to go but at the time..i didnt have money to buy a ticket:(...but i have some...
It would be totally groovy to go...and i would be up for it...but i think illinois is kinda outta your way:(...... Peace n` Love;)
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