The stories of my mind are like Growing darkness, bursting light, Flitting shadows, rumored wars, Soaring clouds, and plunging stars. Battle raging in my mind, What will I do with you? You take
My life is like walking, tip-toeing a tightrope up high in the darkness where the stage lights don’t shine. My life is like running, scurrying around the ring from one act to
Don’t ask me to love you quietly— I never learned how. I can only love you loudly: In fireworks and ardent declarations, In shouting “I adore you” in public places. My love
Towering waves roar at Those who’ve come to tame them, Never surrendering to men attempting To stand. Boards break, bones crack— No one can hinder the tide. The water laughs at failures
My mother says we ought to eat A balanced diet, with whole wheat, And don’t forget the chewy things: Asparagus and squash with strings, Or salmon for Omega Threes, Or peaches, pears,
Spectators wish I would stay forever Steadfast, because I've always been Here doing what I'm told. Not just to be Prodded, but Lauded: Like a derby, Circling for the gold, I reach for
Dear Mr. Poe And his lover, Amontillado, What did it mean When it killed Fortunato? Sad Mr. Poe And your friend Melancholy, Did Virginia know That you bathed in violent folly? Miserable Mr.
Ancient as the knotted oak, He is the wisest of all his folk— White his coat and beard and tail; Keen eyes glowing without fail. His memory is deep; his knowledge, vast; His
I’m stuck in the middle of drama that isn’t my problem anymore. The walls are caving in, and my escape isn’t through a door. Only a few could break out
Sunlight glittered on the liquid streets— Like a sea of diamonds, Michele thought as he ran to meet His darling at the Shining Islands, A restaurant they were fond of Since the beginning
“Enunciate, please!” “You’re talking too fast.” “Quit slurring your words.” “We’ll break you of that.” These are the voices Others put into my head. How can this part of me Be
I sit. I sigh. I watch the faces, None the one I wish to see. My eye erases The scene; the places Phase and swirl. Instantly I'm where I want to be. Blue
The place I want to go to is blustery and wild. It is where no car has driven before, no man has walked before. It is starry, silvery as sleep, dainty as dreaming,
People push past in a terrible fury, Most of them anxious and in a hurry, Some frantic as they run to and fro, Not knowing when or where to go. All are busy,
I spin between the whirling summer stars And balter to the orbit of the earth. My feet are bare of sandals, socks, or scars. My laughter shrieks hysterics, but not mirth. There’s
Panic rising, fear unfurling, voices screaming, Unrelenting— My thoughts besiege me, assault from every side, I cannot escape. Like the flat of a blade scorched by a blaze And thrust against my skin,
A sprinter slips and falls on the winter smooth sidewalks slickened with nice ice Now shrinking, almost gone. God was thinking, "Southern climate; time to go, snow."
I am the hurricane that shakes, The devious earth that quakes, The senseless distraction that takes, The great heart-emptiness that aches. I am an 11:58 submission, Cold, relentless opposition, Cruelty without contrition,
Another semester of classes, And homework to the heavens: Another several months Of lectures and dining hall crowds; Speed-reading and study; scribbles Of notes on this and that; Headaches and braindead moments When
The carpet is complicated So many colors and patterns replicated Never in the same places, relocated The walls are so bright now Leaves my mind asking why, not how To current trends people