Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]
I hope you don’t mind me sharing a few more photos. I’ve been spending quite a bit of time staring outside and walking around because I fear winter is coming to an end and I’m getting a little sad about that. I swear it just started but then I look at the calender and realize, […]
i need words so old they are new the ones i have are abused and confused and quite often misused i need a word in the language of rain sunlight green in the grey pouring though to the ground and that sound pounding, pummeling wet the pavement in spring a secret told by the wind […]
words. that pleasurable idea.
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in bed…. I think… I don’t know, I’ve never had complaints In […]
A Poem by Brandon White. The Smell of Rain: Step into the day and into the cool air charged with rumors of rain This is what’s been missed, the gathering storm humming electric, pure and threatening What could stoke the flame of wonder like the hands of God? Do you kneel to the natural forces? […]
Lonely is an open wound It never bleeds, never gets infected And on its own never heals It’s an invisible hole in your chest Exposing your heart to the worlds arctic air Cold burns your heart so you wear protection Headphones at the store Phone screens at parties Longer routes to avoid co-workers Read text […]
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think you’re something special? Ha! think again, you dumb bitch you aren’t […]
awaken, dreamer stretch and rise from your pillow there are stars held in the palm of your hand glitter in the corner of your eye glance and just miss the rustle of wings passing by flutter-by, flutter-by, flit, flirt, sip and fly on by the morning sun rises fresh dew on the windowsill I’m waiting […]
At the edge of tomorrow, there stood a moment, stretched out before me, the veil between this life and the beyond spread thin. A separation of body and spirit. I wrestled. On the one hand, peace and rest. On the other, small hands and tearful eyes and memories that will never be forgotten. The moments […]
