Poem-A-Day: Day 601

Cat Face

I have never seen
The inquiry of lost minds
Within a cat’s eyes.

Poem-A-Day: Day 596

Unitry

Fear can overwhelm
When philistines claim to know
Something about life.

Poem-A-Day: Day 593

Old Fashioned

The bitter scoring
Left between pen and paper
Is a line of ink.

Poem-A-Day: Day 581

Derp Derp Derp

Common idiots
Cannot understand real life
When they don’t see it.

Poem-A-Day: Day 542

Then I Go Twisting

Then I'm bored of this
Modern techno sound so dull
The same machismo.

Poem-A-Day: Day 532

Glass Angel

Angel in danger 
Show me strange falling shadow  
And persuade your love.
 
When you're deep inside
You persuade the stars and love
Play with me, angel.

Poem-A-Day: Day 519

All This Time Still Falling Out Of Love

Release my desire
Then forgive the decision
To want out of love.

Poem-A-Day: Day 504

When Will I See You Again

Will precious moments
Wait forever to suffer
Night through together?

Or is beginning
The end when you are just friends?
Is this when I see?

Poem-A-Day: Day 400

Tom Jones

Regular scratching
And a heap of purring fur
Affixed to my lap

Poem-A-Day: Day 399

The Rascal

Aptly remembered
In the cold winter fallout
Wandering away

Poem-A-Day: Day 395

The Lost

Nameless faces stare
From their own shattered remains
Craving remembrance

Poem-A-Day: Day 394

Stone God

The cold trees whispered
About the stone monolith
Iconic to death

Poem-A-Day: Day 393

Teufelmund

From the Devil’s maw
Came the ghosts of lost and damned
Souls seeking favor

Poem-A-Day: Day 389

Electric Chairs

Reflective whispers
Luminate wandering eyes
And their broken dreams

Poem-A-Day: Day 388

Spectral Fog

Abysmal waver
Dancing somewhere inbetween
A lack of balance

Poem-A-Day: Day 387

It's, Its

It's something other
Than its own preeminence
It's its own glory

Poem-A-Day: Day 386

Too, To, Two

Too often we try
To compartmentalize things
Two by two by two

Poem-A-Day: Day 385

Where, Were, We're

Where under the stars
Were the broken down windows
That we're looking for

Poem-A-Day: Day 384

There, Their, They're

There is nothing more
In their shallow existence
That they're still proud of

Poem-A-Day: Day 381

Abject

The wailing darkness
Relies on the abjection
For feeling human