Weeping My bark, dry Soaks the tears A blotter for future days You’ll never know Just what you do to me My response Powerful I remain internal Showing my hand Was a mistake I won’t repeat Thirsty My roots, searching Stretch out Spreading and hungry Always needing more You don’t know me The real me […]
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 […]
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance replaced by an energetic lily instead her perfume is heady delicate […]
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 […]
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of thought in the recesses, shadowed shrouded in doubt yet true nonetheless […]
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 […]
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick Vultures eying through the windows Black […]
