Tagged: rebellion

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Delirious with Love

We are free My unconditional Does not require my obedience I obey no one Completely fulfilled The rain is fragrant While my fires are burning And I am consumed Never am I not Soul...

Graffiti Artists 0

Phantom (Reprise)

There’s that old feeling again! Never, ever will chronicled pain be trumped by held hands so keep wishing slammed doors, rings flung back in the faces of the time when tears matched the semi-precious...

She and Him 0

Love Poem

Jerry McGuire wasn’t wrong – completely. And it’s not you – it’s me. No, really. Genetic instruction flipped – I’m not my imperative! I preserved myself well my whole life – now I’m ready...

Freestyle Poems, Proud of Vanity 0

Vain

Freestyle Poems   White, Tight V- Neck Tee, Rubber Band Bracelet on Black Chocolate, Blue-Grey Men’s Haynes – Black Elastic Waist Band. Cotton Winter Sweats Placed Just Below the High, Round Buttocks, Sized to...

Steps Up or Down 0

Floating

Floating Swaying Greying Just passing through These stages, changing Waiting Missing Fading Kissed by the mist Of if, why, which Thinking Hoping, Groping For you, You Or something enabling   more by A. M....

Pink an Fresh 0

Dirty Blood

My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...

Denial Poems 0

The Denial

Poem Sweet taste of temptation Silent sound of your fear The beat of your heart And the taste of your tears Your whispers like dreams Still echo inside me Your hands, my sweet lover...

Skyscraper 0

I see

I see a skyscraper filled with boxes of dreams and words not yet said but already forgotten. There is a watch on the wall, its wheels are rusted its hands are missing. Why am...

Alone Lonely Loneliness 1

How Sternly Instilled

To be alone is to have failed somehow. The cold line they look to leave. Those quiet nights with too much shadow; Broad stretches of cloud-troubled sky and Thoughts passing through your head like...

Horizon 0

All The While

Shafted…damn How those eyes looked Ticked off on one or two fingers the sky we stood under Rain was the edge, sunlight the folds travel again around corners bent for your majesty the crown...

Winter Streets 0

Regular Pick-Ups

He comes like Santa Claus in unmagical night, trailing a monster iron-wrought — a hissing, growling, squealing beast burning yellow and red down streets of dispassion. He is agent of convenient oblivion, undertaker of...

Hiking is Confiding in Oneself 0

Confide in Me

Let the green grass breath on me and the dried flowers lay their heads on my shoulders. Let my stomach churn and flutter. Let my weightless eyes be cooled by the ocean air and...