The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page.
Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold.
Daring not to expect much to read or write,
I stare blankly from the aughts of night.
Stars are but memories from books,
Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel.
Fish flop, and folios fold upon themselves, as the Sun circles this tip-toed Sphere.
My mind seems diagonal to the lines within this verse; un-unitarian against the it that I am not of.
Am I the ink?
The reader?
Or do I draw its lines?
I've not felt the sense to be, see, nor write, so what is it that am I?
A passerby upon the paragraph, pretending to play in presents performed en troupe.
Pathetic.
Categories:
aughts, absence, conflict, depression, drink,
Form: Free verse
The Empty Page
It sat there at my student desk
In wait of task to tend.
Write a poem, the teacher urged,
Your thoughts to paper, penned.
Intently, I perused the sheet,
Pale white and yet unmarked.
It lay there teasing my first move,
“Don’t leave me unremarked.”
This paper, college ruled and prim,
Well-bleached and full of aughts,
Stared blankly back at me to help,
With all my labored thoughts.
I searched the room for any clues
Of how I was to learn.
The clock was running faster now,
No time to wait and yearn.
I sat there squeamish and unnerved,
Too weak to brandish pen.
It was my first time close to death,
Too late for where and when.
Surely, all the class can see
My torment and refrain.
I’d rather have a spelling bee.
I’m circling ‘round the drain.
In looking back these many years,
My eyes were outward bent.
The chalkboard hung erased to black.
My mind, abridged, was spent.
But time has made its mark on me,
Halfway granting one old wish -
To find that poem in myself,
And give to Mr. Nish.
Robert Farrell Waltrip
Categories:
aughts, 12th grade, age, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
Chaos ensues when she enters the venue
Deep-seated insecurities and childhood issues
She takes the beauty and makes it problematic
Chaos is a defining feature of her habits
She aughts be in pictures an award-winning actress.
She embodies the measurements of a diva in distress
She leaves a path of destruction wherever she goes
like a wildfire burning out of control
Malicious, disparaging, unsightly, and misguided
Anger and confused she realizes her world is divided
She wants the power to conquer everyone’s lions
Yet getting taken down by her demonic giants
She's both cold like frost and fierce like a flame
Slurring, cursing, and scandalizing everyone’s name
She is one-sided, so don't waste your time
Trying to persuade her otherwise
The Cross is the only thing that could save that girl
Truth, that’s brighter than a gem, purer than pearls
It's time to unshackle from that intense cord
Jesus’s sacrifice is a gift it is not your award
You don’t have to be pretentious
Just apply yourself & unborn
Categories:
aughts, abuse, betrayal, conflict, crazy,
Form: Free verse
UNSUPPORTED CODE ALONE
alone
at home
i ask
i bask
soaking
croaking
a dream
i deem
my right
to fight
to die
defy
mans will
I'm ill
my will
to kill
one day
i pray
to find
some, kind
final
mental
decision
fruiton
a way
to stay
pain free
no me
i'm done
i'm hung
on tabs
and jabs
a loan
new phone
coping
hoping
no dope
just hope
for a
pay day
my thoughts
of aughts
~~~*~~~
Categories:
aughts, allegory, analogy,
Form: Footle
was sitting on a warm floor coated with green layer....
watching light covering d clouds dark haze...
my eyes r getting closed as was strucked by dream catcher...
a flash back has been started in my mind of u as a maze...
pictures of u has been wrapped in my thoughts ...
a glow of mine can be seen staring at u...
love ws d magic behind glow and all aughts...
a crystal line has been formed around it following cue...
suddenly echo of your voice has been heard ...
cracking of that line.. beneath leaving my heart burning..
quick reverse journey started in my eyes which was vizard...
i was sitting in that floor alone watching my love crushing...
i stood there as was lifted up by my hope hands both sides...
i looked for a tree through which clouds cannot be seen...
i lay down there washing my eyes through tears....
but hope has been there by my side and my heart in between...
love pari
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Categories:
aughts, desire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Treasure hidden in the anxious, shy
by clumsy hands "what ifs" and "aughts",
a tinderbox buried inside
though lightly damped by bleak, dim thoughts.
A breezy optimism gusting through
a little hope and something fresh,
the dryness needed came from you
igniting fires within the flesh.
A passion to step to the edge
a want to speak and to be heard,
a yearning to walk on the ledge
and fledge these Phoenix wings you stirred.
"I believe in you," is all I heard
it struck this Tinderbox in me.
It sparked the fiery wings of flaming birds
and dared me to be the best me that I can be.
Categories:
aughts, imagination, inspirational, me,
Form: Rhyme