Tagged: rebellion

Hey Stacks 0

Weighting

We can write these words in many ways Carrying them differently in the satchels of our minds As if books bound by leather Pressed together in perfect lessons Conglomerated between desire and expectation Some...

Emerald Lake 0

Emerald Lake

Listening carefully through the whispers of winds and chatter of travelers. Through the calls of birds seeking a mate and footsteps on the rocks, I hear what’s underneath. A gentle ripple of water kissed...

Mask 0

No One Can See You

You do not exist They laugh at your jokes They glance over when you smile They say, I have learned so much from you! But they cannot see you Yes, you are known but...

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Twenty One Fifteen

In 2115, we will fall in love. I will approach you at a friend’s party, or by a painting in some museum, in a chain coffee shop, or a subway platform, the produce aisle...

Mirror 0

I Will Always Have Your Back

Looking in the mirror, truly you do find a person looking out just for kicks turn away folds of mores fit so loosely ’round premade stutter-steps to that edge sometimes…sometimes we all talk of...

Suburbs 0

Lonesome Suburb

I see young families growing old, See the plot-lines of their lives unfold. I am a Lonesome suburb. I see wives in four wheel drives and question the reasons for their size. I am...

Christmas Tree Light 2

Winter Days

when the tree stands up it brings the past, forgotten thoughts, twilight and the night. it makes me feel the lost of the ones that left forever. when the lights go on like tears...

Christmas Poetry, Sad Santa 1

A Darker Shade of Merry: Unmasked

Christmas Poetry   Billionaires on the cheap market streams of valley dreams to Walmart’s $9 hourly workers trampled on by covetous, just above the rubber-necking credit carding, forty hour weekly braille needing, maxed out,...

Empty Lot 0

One Who’s You

I woke up with Jesus in my fist. He was a well-groomed, handsome brunette with modest beard and a perfectly symmetrical face. He wiggled free a little and said “You don’t believe in me.”...

Winter Forest Road 1

Forests

There are places in the city that make me think of home- The back woods of New England, the winding, curving, tree-shrouded roads ancient stone walls that wound steadily at my side while I...

Girl on a Bridge 1

I’m Listening

My spirit knows. She knows it. Knows the us before now from the ancient past into eternity. My spirit, she knows more than any other part of me, she knows. A knowing like she...

Musing 0

When We Curse

Our inadequacies We condemn ourselves When we aspire to be like others We humiliate ourselves When we want, because we do not think we have We have nothing Surrender to this nothing Be nothing...