Tagged: rebellion

Boy 0

Real Boy

My fiancee calls me Pinocchio. And we laugh because we both know the story. I lit a fire. I made the whale sneeze, but somehow got snagged on a tooth. They say that a...

Traffic Light 0

Tug

Tug, tug, tug, tug, and the days Grow tighter around my lungs. When the air can’t reach them And my heart grows feebler Countdown ‘til relief comes. Tug, tug, tug, tug, in the night...

Mountain Lake 0

Green Eyes

I walked into those green eyes hurting the sky terrified of loosing my breath and yet I walked like a soldier towards its death or was it liberation? The leaves were cutting my skin...

Sunset Hair 0

A Marigold May Wonder

Cherish to weep A wish to die To know Pain I lay in the Sun but I am not the Sun I feel the warmth The sky is clear I feel the sadness but...

Musician 0

Busy

Poetry is not stuck to a page, Inert and lifeless; Faded beauty Like a collection of butterflies. Poetry is busy. It is everywhere, Sat on the train when you buy your ticket, Watching the...

Empire Airport 0

Formerly, Where Guns Blaze

Gushing out the mores of time, place differ from names that stick inside waxed jaws in the heat of things revenge and sex seem to be linked not joined the rest inside the booth...

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After Survival

Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...

Broadway 0

Lost & Found

It escapes me not that in Grand Central That there’s a Lost and Found center Since Grand Central, and New York City itself, Is often the harbinger of those seeking what they have not...

Clock Time 0

Diminishing Time

The signs of age appear for the first time I am faced with physical restrictions that will only deteriorate from here Dulled pains making me irritable altering my states of mind making me say...

Rebel, Freestyle Poetry 1

Old Rebel

Freestyle Poetry   Always right, Always talking at the top of his voice Like a cannon spitting out stones ball Words. Always the revolutionist. The rebel with plenty of changeable causes. He denounces the...

Liberty Bird 0

Encaged

Captive bird Imagines; Spreading his wings Wide spanned feathers, to the wind he sings Rest is nonstop for this kind of bird Bars separate him From the world he chose. Solitude of a life...

In The Hair 2

The Things We Blame

It was the cold the freezing cold my ears were shut I have to tell you something Then it was the sun the freaking sun I couldn’t see I have to show you something...