Thinking about Global Warming and Black Hole Sun today. It’s supposed to be 103 (F) today in SLC and I hate the heat. UGH! Sunk down deep into the endless night the hell in my mind burns on. I wait for the heat to cease, for the flames to stop. There is only pain and…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #35
I’m feeling experimental today. Here’s some gibberish. Blood begins to stain, colors seeping into skin, from the pain. And I kiss the midnight hour, in hopes the sun won’t ever rise. Where is the end? Light burns, and I’m all alone here. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out…
Free Hand #34
Moss gathers and the trees grow. Under the pale blue sky. In the summer time, the heart flows upwards and over into the mouth, into the body. How my mind keeps spinning, talking, creeping until words are strained, weakened and colorless. There under the trees, laying flat on my back I wait for the worms…
Free Hand #33
I spoke words, that dripped and dewed across your head. As you laid there, waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for me to leave your side. The words they gathered, till you were slick and wet, crystallized and waiting, waiting, waiting. If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your…
Free Hand #32
The sky buckles under the pressure space pulls us into a void. Sun envelops itself, swells and becomes something grander, something dark. An eternal abyss to swallow us whole. If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the…