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Tonight (poem in caption) * not very Halloweeny * . I thought I would sit down And write tonight But I ended up in bed Lying on my left side Fetal position It’s that way sometimes I go to the cupboard In search of words to string Together to express the feeling But the shelves are bare They’re empty tonight I’m empty I’d like to write over The old sentences But the pen only goes Side to side Over inferior passages Back and forth Over and over Like an angry child Scratching through the paper Back and forth Side to side Over and over Until all that’s left are hundreds of Inked lines and torn paper Torn like me Illegible like me . . #depression #depressionawareness #darkpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poet #writersofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetrylovers #writer #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #poem #instapoetry #dailypoetry #writing #wordporn #poetryislife #poetryloving #slampoetry #poetrygram #lovepoetry #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #writerscommunity #spilledink #dark #lglivereads https://www.instagram.com/p/CHBE33BlCJT/?igshid=rgribzazxdn4

Unanswered (poem in caption) . The desire for justice in communication Buckles under the weight of desparation The count is final, downbeats pounding Mind turns banal, moth wings sounding I've been looking at pictures the ones in which, your face is present, yet you are missing Dainty and dingy, don’t you dare Feign feelings for Sampsonic hair Proudly pilfered, prey for peace Senses drained with wanton ease Bastards float in planetary rings, and Move slightly faster than walking trees Blasting through preconceptions Casting shadows on imperfections Eyes askance in awkward dance Fluttered lids, the final chance Belt and bridle, bones and bits Witness... Wrists and throats that bear the slits . . . #darkpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poet #writersofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetrylovers #writer #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #poem #instapoetry #dailypoetry #writing #wordporn #poetryislife #poetryloving #slampoetry #poetrygram #lovepoetry #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #writerscommunity #spilledink #dark #love #lglivereads #unanswered https://www.instagram.com/p/CHAZRFpFJZ3/?igshid=d06pigif9dzf

Space *prompt for @tinroofpoetry - space or StarWars - here I go following the letter but not the intent 😬 🤷🏼‍♂️ . . #poetry #verse #poesy #poets #love #quotes #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poet #life #writer #instagram #lovequotes #poetsofinstagram #quoteoftheday #art #quote #poems #thoughts #follow #writing #shayari #inspirationalquotes #instagood #quotestagram #like #space https://www.instagram.com/p/CG-UJaxlFUv/?igshid=1ckolj7d1rdo2

Realizations (poem in caption) * Prompt for @antipoetic.revolution #antipoetictuesdays “I felt a funeral in my brain” * Thousands of funerals held each week But the burial resistant melodies speak Of an internal vivacity Digging tunnels in these veins Where my necrotic superego flows Eyes centered black like hapless prey The longer I remain alone, the less I believe in magic or speak in hopeful tones; I read the end as tragic. It stings me through and through My empathy rots in putrid hues This inner compass violating The backyard sun dial jagged, breaking Pall bearers flanked on either side, as Day terrors yield to nocturnal brides Split with hari kari pain, I felt A funeral convening in my brain . . . #darkpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poet #writersofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetrylovers #writer #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #poem #instapoetry #dailypoetry #writing #wordporn #poetryislife #poetryloving #slampoetry #poetrygram #lovepoetry #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #writerscommunity #spilledink #dark #funeral #emilydickinson https://www.instagram.com/p/CG95w1nllVQ/?igshid=zu25rikljrq3

Nike Seems Too Tame (poem in caption) *brains been hurling chunks y’all* . Just do it Do me in Pull back the curtain Peel back the skin It hurts behind this mind But it’s ripe on the vine The hour divine, now My time is nigh I’m blackened on the edges But bleeding in the center Abstruse ideas that interminably mock And devolve my mind to splinters That coat you wear with the armpit tear Imparts the look of death, I swear Keep your praise for those deserving It’s a meal of hackneyed lies they’re serving Behind the bright facade, the pawn marches The necrinomicon on parchment Broken brains and sunken eyes Upon that pavement the corpses dry Afterbirth in vaults of imagination An apostate’s vision of emancipation Wearily slogging through warping space Shadows belie the dead clock’s face One more drag on the cigarette One last tear before you actually left One more column to fall that day One less support to that rickety frame Dipped in the semen of heretics and dolts Flim-flam bullshit, their nuts and bolts You'll remember the scene when I pluck your eyes With a razor-sharp spoon, your blind demise The bespectacled eyes of the sommelier Burned holes through my heart, my ace of spades While the coroner's tastes and personal preferences Made for the most delectable breakfast Some knowledge is just inherently known Boulders that, of their own volition, are thrown Into the glass-like face of a stolid lake No skipping, no ripples, no driveways to fate How long it took me to get to this fucking place Weeks and months, years composing decades Statements and stalemates, past lives notarized Confounded in the absence of reason's rhyme . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnection #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CG5TQihljc0/?igshid=v1w8xz4tqfwp

Hello (poem in caption) * apparently I’m letting some darkness out, and tipping a hat to Adele, King Lear, and GOT while I’m here😆)* I’ll never be your Hodor, Can’t you feel this heart Freezing hell’s door? Circles of Hades where I cut my teeth Through the trap door I fell, No such thing as relief Your devil, my god, My lord, your contention This matter is only Energy slowed Beyond comprehension  For fun I read Shakespeare I have Maker’s Mark, not lite beer I can see clear through the fog, With the lens of these words I have no fear of the dark, I’m burning old worlds These halos are hollow they’ve fallen ‘round my neck My hellos are shallow, This noose is my wreck When death lives in life, And live sins are dead The ritual decomposition Begins in my head Your acid rain My sulfuric pain Your favorite pawn My hope long gone I sodomize your normalcy and pistol whip it lovingly What’s done is done As they like to say “The weight of this sad time we must obey” . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #gameofthrones #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #shakespeare #coffeeandpoetrywithb #kinglear https://www.instagram.com/p/CG2XI0ZlSzD/?igshid=69xr9ak5usvf

Shattered Light (poem in caption) These words struggle to make their way To breathe the air within the day Asphalt roofs comes down on me Ending moments when I should believe You knew me when I was partially real But not the me which now conceals I’m not persuaded by the book’s age Or the number of readers Authority figures vouching, As theirs did, for specious heeders This faith I’ve created, with its fallible god-entity It is falling in love, and it has heretical intensity I will swallow them summarily Forewarned by the beast, Satanas Your progeny, your words My appetite, I, Chronus That summer I found otherness in your self Now there’s an undersong of emptiness I sing it to the shower The harmonies of willfulness In scales of doleful power Disabled flight, dissembling light Mirror mirror, my shattered sight . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CG2N4k9FY3T/?igshid=1lwee2wjrep58

Countenance (poem in caption) . . A firm Roman and the warrior ethos Ghosts of ghosts and agents lapsed Son of memory Makes havoc of originality And lays the burden across my back We can only speak the truth Of things that have died Around us, inside us, Uncertain in our mind The heavy mark of things yet done Planning, hoping, the stain of the sun We gaze into and past the fire, as We strive to tell and countenance the lie Sensing nature’s indifference, We wander and weep Up from the meditative Ecstasies of apprehension If it can be asserted with no proof It can be dismissed without reason Being drawn to something That isn’t drawn to you Requires more than a single Consciousness can provide or approve Would I be sated in a thought Or infirm in some embrace? Starved of joie de vivre Or immortal in a dream? . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGyId01lBzG/?igshid=11ombr68ayxom

Recast in Thoughts (poem in caption) . Now lost in thoughts of time gone by There was a time when you and I Gamboled over rolling verdure Living in a rhythmic splendor Stopped to wade in limpid streams Constructing all our life’s new dreams When you were the day of my world Heaven’s light under which we curled Recall how hard the soft repelled Swinging at flies amid death knells Time had then become disjointed And I'd forgotten my own lines In our feelings once more bereft Love brought us to one simple death A thing of red falling from thrill Lovers now the noblest kill The blood became the man I was Made me a sword to stand above Beyond the end of tragedy Solitude found its majesty Once two horses in one stall The snake bite and the spider crawl My new recast identity Portrait drawn by eyes of thieves Re-articulated and yet Alas, I found I was myself . . #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poem #writerscommunity #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #poemsofinstagram #poet #spilledink #poetryofinstagram #writingcommunity #writers #poetryporn #writersofig #poemsofig #words #poemsporn #poetsofig #poemoftheday #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGveDfAF-m4/?igshid=1w0guid7x855x

The Road Taken or Not (poem in caption) for the @antipoetic.revolution prompt The Road Not Taken for #antipoetictuesdays *I’m in the contrarian camp on this poem. I think Frost had his tongue firmly planted in his cheek when he wrote this* . . . With a jaundiced eye, I studied the courses Grassy but without feeling or sentience, Neither can want for anything of importance, How we overvalue our feeble foretellings! We see only as far as we can see, and A person can only go one way. To debate or discuss any other is baneful Equally worn, they equally lay Sometimes there are no right choices Nor correct paths to follow. Reality broke my back, Then bent to meet me along that path. Better a man that cannot make up his mind Or a man that cannot change it in kind? Which way could have The more trenchant claim? Despite the necessity of choice, Life has only one trajectory to play. I won’t return some other day To take the other path, Because ways lead onto newer ways There is a world elsewhere to have. As much as we’d like to enthrone free will Can we ever fully uncover our intent? It’s inevitable to regret paths not trodden, and We will always sigh at choices unnamed, Options as indistinct as water in water, We can never know the difference made. . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #antipoetictuesdays #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGsV09slMrC/?igshid=j2ab7m9btzgp

Poem to Me (poem in caption) *while the title may seem self-explanatory, I’m afraid that’s the only thing about this piece that can be called so* I’ve been straddling the arm of this couch like a restless teenager waiting for his ride. The ravenous leach on my groundless soul Dragging me along on this piano-wire leash Barbarous thoughts and the bellicose breach Varicose veins and a feigned verisimilitude The soon-to-be prey in hypnotic lassitude Praying you can bear your sensibilities Barely breathing while pathologically breeding Catch this conscience as it’s thrown From a passing car and remember the Doppler effect from afar Angst vor etwas The insular illuminations like art Upon of my sulci and gyri. It was always the allure of affection. Not bourbon or alprazolam, But a familiar smile, and a comforting hand. The terza rima caught me in its melody I wore the lost embellishments of war Mined the natural gems of the mind Screamed aloud and then allowed Holy mendacity to devour me wholly Base desires between treble and bass Resting in the middle lane, Wresting words from fallow brain Why do I feel the need to explain? My me should have no need for exegesis The freedom from judgement eyes And questions of why, appropriate releases. Arms and hands out, Back straight, Palms up, and With the dull knife, Make your binding cut. . . . #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poem #writerscommunity #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #poemsofinstagram #poet #spilledink #poetryofinstagram #writingcommunity #writers #poetryporn #writersofig #poemsofig #words #poemsporn #poetsofig #poemoftheday #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnection #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGoM1LolBqS/?igshid=2l590utjhpza

Finally (poem in caption)***TRIGGER WARNING - Suicide*** An inconsequential man eventually A flash in the rusted proverbial pan going Always plying his thoughts with promises beyond Of life hereafter, after this deliberation He had been told, people get stronger and more confidently invincible the more obstacles they overcome the more they assert their core principles But he just felt tired and light, his patience for life becoming thinner and thinner he drew aces and eights With each new struggle, overcome or succumbed Nevertheless, feeling ever less the winner Each piece was shattered by this or by that One from his marriage another from his job Crumbled by the weight of the bric a brac Another piece from his failures, The others from the mob So he made one more decision In the drain-trap he called his bed The piece he would take on hikes In case he encountered an irascible bear Taurus 44 Tracker at the roof of his mouth Four pounds of pressure would be his re-route Finally a final A cold steel goodbye Unspeakable carnage for his unmanageable life Then I woke in a sweat Enveloped in sodden sheets Another conceptualization Another damnable dream . . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #mentalhealthawareness #depression #suicideprevention #suicide #depressionkills #suicideawarness #mentalhealth #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGks6Salmpo/?igshid=1ocn9vwm72yy5

Seasons (poem in caption). Rewrite of a poem I wrote for a dear friend who was struggling with some life changes. And yes I made up the word “withinto” because why not. . . Meeting and meting Fleeing and fleeting That’s what they do, these, our seasons Fighting while slipping withinto one another They have their come and go reasons Told crudely in the stories of itinerate lovers Those fables grew up to be petulant lies Told in my head until the smile walked the line Chapters in books we thought so alive How little we knew, how fragile our time I’m headed into town to pick up a few things Now lost in the aisles, tripping over shoelace rememberings Is there another book I haven’t read Or some history I don't know? So, where was that concern when I was pushed past overload? Folded cloths, linens, and apologies Put away correctly, or raked into a pile Colors fading, turning, it’s cold Embracing hands and putting logs on fires And here we sit. Sitting still. The bitterest pill. Making sense of the senseless Fighting this will . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGhoFFAlLAN/?igshid=68q6oln2t4vx

Glimpses of Future Present (poem in caption) It was half past who knows When the spirit started to flow, And the heads on the wall Started their leering and the calls. Tapping, tip-tapping, Rapping on the desk The energy, anxiety, Never nervous rest. Bellows stoke the blaze Just a tad bit higher, Bellowing the songs Of the zombie choirs. Rhapsodic repose Whose tears are those? Over here, over here, Once more for the road! It was then and only then That we started quoting From King Lear and Godot. The din of argumentation Ringing louder in my ear, Measures and movements Intermittently allowed, However fiercely feared. Skin rippling underneath Your eager anxious touch, Finger tips that speak softly, But still a slip too much. Hello halls with crippling falls, Down wishing wells Amid spectral tales I blew the candle out again, And turned my thoughts Toward the window’s lens. It would be years from now Before your voice Would sing me once more home. Home. Just sing me home once more. . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnection #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGgZJKhFsK7/?igshid=6m3azz7cemon

Untitled (poem in caption) . . . Yeah, it’s filthy down here Where esteem runs on fumes And the next day turns Like pages stuck together By an amorphous material With uncanny adhesive properties What was that? I knew it was bad news. Sometimes I worry, genuinely I do that I’m becoming sociopathic, Because frankly, good or bad news, Cares fade, as if they knew. Brownian motion Furtive locutions Similar notions Internal executions You don’t want this in your life. I don’t want it in mine. Too much of him and way too much of her. These qualities in anyone else, I can’t abide, So, I won’t begin to set them loose. Quarters and dimes Roses and wind chimes Blood pulsing from cut arteries Is now the time? Keep on keeping on, relentless. Bags of DNA with no objective Reproduce and carry forward Or don’t, and disappear. When you can count them With less fingers than it takes to point Well, fuck it then! Stick, stuck, dirt, dearth. Meanwhile, back here on earth. . . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGeTSE3lQPw/?igshid=1mre95g625px6

Ocean’s shadows (poem in caption) 3rd of 3 collaborations with the wonderful @wordsbyrow for the @poetconnection prompt “while I danced with the shadow” #poetconnectionweekly . . . Vacant in these undercurrents, My mind wandered off when the tide slid low, And the moonlight surrendered While I danced with the shadow The waves carrying my empty vessel Floating without direction, hallow Heart or mind? Which to follow? I’ll just float until I get to the shallows This ocean’s vast emptiness as my pillow . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetryisart #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures https://www.instagram.com/p/CGcv2wTHvxU/?igshid=lpjjyf85yf6c

A Voice from Death (poem in caption) an @antipoetic.revolution prompt “A Voice From Death” #antipoetictuesdays . . …will be waiting there when I eventually arrive? the heavy cloud of sadness or the sparkle in some eye? I’ve been wondering, always wandering, utilizing but still squandering. I don the cold flimsiness of this life’s thin jacket It was 11:58 when the call came in Waiting for the parka that fits snuggly, the arms of after An ecclesiastical heraldry they wear In the beginning was the word the liturgy But once spoken, it formed the death rattle the doctrine Consuming the air in greetings from beyond All while, the worm dung slathers the canon The solipsistic nature of man. A human view we are bound to have. A voice from death calls entreatingly But I'm already on my way! Every breath, every day, My impermanent transit, An actor in a numinous play. . . . #darkpoetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poems #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #wordporn #writerscommunity #writing #poetryforthesoul #poetrysociety #streetpoetry #poetrypunch #lglivereads #bymepoetryamerica #poetspotlight #poetconnectionprompts #glassofmeadreads #herheartpoetry #bybtpsfeatures #coffeeandpoetrywithb #poetriespots https://www.instagram.com/p/CGbksduFQEk/?igshid=1kiw1r2wz613h

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