Oh... If I could sing your voice Back into my ears Oh... If I was the flame You wrap your body in Oh... If those eyes Assault-daggers in guise Soared separations this size Only my mind's dreams, My heart's

Cannot sleep Right Tearful blurred Sight Dried-up heart Tight Hit by dawn's Light Haunted by a Night The last, so fast Now past Left wanting Follow me to see more of my new work. Steemit, minds, or twitter

Roughly Drug through thoughts Shearing Dripping lots Of plasma on the ground Soft beneath the sound Of a heart whose pulse was found. Now, gently does it hound A string less tightly wound Less throbbing

A woman plopped beside the banks of a lake. Her drunken thud near the anthill caused quite the earthquake. The attack roused the colony to signal-sound the alarm. Soon eight famous warriors fell upon her

Ah The pounding on my brain. It hurts, it thunders It roars, it sunders But my blood, my dear You bring Alive Follow me to see more of my new work. Steemit, minds, or twitter for new poetry Steemit, minds,

Our eyes met in the shadows of the night, those who play with the veiled luminaries of this cold city, so lonely and empty, our bodies reacted to the subtle signs of our thirst for company, want fervent

Pain collecting Not detecting Disrespecting Where Compassion would repair Exchanges reveal they care Inside the wounded lair Of the lion and the bear Follow me to see more of my new work. <a

This moment is a maze Zing of heart Through a haze A puzzle apart A craze Encryption unraveled In your gaze My love Words on the poem: It's wild and wonderful how much can seem unclear while life's events

State of Missouri Ohio on the mind Wishing to unwind Traumas The life-altering kind If the skies of Pulaski Could have heard Cloud-air whirred Condense still stirred Thoughts Perhaps They did

Transitioning roads Forks in the path Danger Opportunity The chance to grow in unity To build a home An empire To slog limbs loose of mire Intersections of our lives Transitioning roads Follow me to see

My favorite poet on twitter ( once said: "We're hallucinating inside the terrible yawn of nightmare." My reply-poem: It's a thought convincing Piercing But far from wincing That the hallelujahs

Every world is a world for dreamers of Dreams that change worlds... Inspiring A kiss beside the bloody blow of Bitter-biting reality Betwixt glimpses of sunsets Stars Wine-song, tears, and sweat. Sweet

Angel loved me like a meteor Blew my life wide open Then Set my world on course Apache loves me like a pond On fire In the clearing Of an epic Waiting With a plot to flood And overthrow

We are another generation Living obscure dreams That reak of Purgatory. Afraid of nesting Running on a track. Toward what. We will look at a screen As some used to look to the sky: To portend the future.

Knight to E3, the Bishop stays silent. The King is on Black and the Queen Boldly explores the ocean. I can see how you think. You touched that piece You have to move. Find my weakness and you Can sit in

Do gables have fables of glory and wrath Do eyes hold promises and paths With an anvil the frog leaps to The next lilypad And Lilith takes the fall for The last cad. Do gauntlets cast a shadow on the arm

E *n t r ** o * p ****** y falls as a sunbeam. As a lost dream. As a child's scream. As a ripped seam. The hush is a secret trust Amongst enemies. The lull is an allusion To what you tend to be. R. F.

The twenty years testify On the bench In the cold To the brazen In the trench. The hard years sleep On the bench With the nomads To the ears and eyes Of the wench. Pour a glass to twenty-one Be a daughter,

“I love to see what memories and moments people love so fiercely and then throw away in the trash. Digging through these relics gives me such a thrill.” “I love to see what stories people wrap around their

Breathing Healing Air-starved cells, the life of me Inhaling my future Exhaling a past A dance with shared molecules, Creation In every breath ~A.K. Askew