Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s piece of poetry. Tell me, please, do I exist; Prove reality to me With the brush of your lips; Hold me so tight that I can’t question your touch And only let go when I say It’s too much; Ground my ideals And let them fly Through the real, … More Insecurity: A Poem
Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s little poem. I am weary of nothings; Of aching hearts and tired eyes And the dictation of lacks, ordering Meaningless moments into the sheer, Fragile, Transparent illusion of purpose And understanding; I am tired Of questions without answers, of The ache in my head And my heart and my … More Weariness: A Poem
Hi there! Please enjoy this short poem I wrote this evening about how real life can still surpass surrealism sometimes. Viewing the crystallization of your dreams Into something more tangible than The telescopic image of your heart is The Dali moment of reality; Except, melting clocks seem Somehow more plausible than What’s real.
Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote this afternoon. Can you see What I can see? That the surface of reality is a cracked mirror, Shards of glass scraping their jagged points across The fingers of our thoughts that dare Ever to explore the splintered surface of the universe; That what we know … More Reality Is A Cracked Mirror: A Poem