Slam Poetry: Resurrection
Wandering blind with no direction, too long you’ve been injecting rejection into my thoughts—correction—my heart….
Category: Poetry
Celestial Alphabet (Sandcastle 3.14)
Ancient river curls like a snake unfurling in the morning sun. The fallen angel kneels in silt and strokes quilted reflections….
The Road Ne’er Traveled
A wood of gold where winds whisper tales ne’er told of young and old. I stand alone. A fork has stopped my wandering feet….
Angels Cry
when their wings are broken as do butterflies before they die. Moon drives her brother down down down as ink washes over the blood….
Halfway There (Sandcastle 3.07)
Halfway there. The stars upside down above the shore, also screaming in silence. Such need. Rowing, rowing, still halfway there.
Welcome To the Masquerade
We all wear masks, or so I’ve been told. Intricacies fashioned of silver and gold. Painted smiles white and red will hide our troubles, our sadness, our dread.
Seconds (Sandcastle 2.14)
Waiting. Still waiting. Wind the pocket watch. Wouldn’t want to lose track of Time tick tick ticking away. Time never waits.