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Joe Boshears Poem
Your an empty bottle with legs.
The man i once knew was long gone.
Theres a hole in your bottle, seen by everyone but yourself.
Your desperate to be filled, and desperation is a smelly perfume.
You trade in your legs, and get a fill.
You sell your ideas, and get a fill.
You rent your soul, and get a fill.
Now all i see is a label that covers up how empty you are.
just a reminder that your no longer the same.
Now there is no help but yourself.
Here comes the let down. Again.
Silly bottle.
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Too much
Not enough
No line in between
Waiting for hope
Nothing else
Just apathy
Caught up
In the storm
Breathe
Fade
Hunt....
For hope
For me
tomorrow?
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When we speak you lift my heart
It flies from my chest like a bird taking to the sky.
I let your colorfull words paint the walls of my mind
So that i may never forget your wisdom and suffering.
Your lessons flow through my blood
And your advice echoes forever in the halls of my soul.
You are in every sense of the word
My mother.
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Joe Boshears Poem
Sometimes I imagine that I have flaming wicks for fingers.
That everything I touch turns into ash, blown astray from the urn.
Never to be found again.
Making what was whole a fraction of what it once was, never to be returned to normal again.
On the outside the urn is whole, but inside contains the shattered story of everyone that my
flaming, burning, destruction sewing bombs that i would like to believe are my hands have
ever touched.
Then i realize that i only WISH i was imagining.
The truth is a sour lemon, and i can only hope that my fingers run out of fuel soon.
These burning hands are my curse, and it turns me on.
Like a light switch.
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You set my soul on fire like a stack of straw.
You were there to set the blaze, but where were you when it became ash.
In the evidence of absence, I realize i was a fool, trying to get by on my belly.
Not being noticed by the swarm of emotion that is love, i crawl as fast as i can.
Running on that treadmill, going no place all the time.
So i rebuild, and look for a new match to strike me.
Please, go ahead and light me again baby.
Make it burn, and then say goodbye.
You cute little pyro.
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