Published inThe Power of Poetry·PinnedHigh Above the CloudsA poem/story on the powers of regret — In a small quaint town Resting high above the clouds A community swells in the evening chill Glowing in remembrance of their redemption Lands once deserted and barren Housed the existence of just one son Left alone to pick up the pieces Billions of shards of self needing stitches The…The Power Of Poetry5 min readThe Power Of Poetry5 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·PinnedA Message from the Bureau of DecapitationA short story of ethereal introductions — Welcome, new recruit! It’s been far too long since we’ve had a new member join us. Mostly, we just keep practicing the orientation process to keep us ready for any potential candidates. Well, when we’re not dealing with the nitty gritty of the bureau, of course. …The Power Of Poetry3 min readThe Power Of Poetry3 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·PinnedApologies in the bright lightsA poem on abuse — Photo by ian dooley on Unsplash Abusive Translusive Celebrate all your momentums Passive Intensive Partake in all your delusions Containment Estrangement Manipulate all the reasons We could do this all day long Lying in the vomit of a midnight fog Singing pretty little songs Hypnotizing all year long A ribbit…The Power Of Poetry2 min readThe Power Of Poetry2 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·PinnedThe Man on the MountainA Poem on the Patriarchal Design — Do you like my shoes? Are they colorful enough? Did you read the news? It’s not wild enough When you look at your phone You can’t read the room With an unhealthy tone You isolate the room You fool You need Your space You know Your face Your nation Your…The Power Of Poetry2 min readThe Power Of Poetry2 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·22 hours agoThe Glass ManA poem on doubt and being phenomenal — Sitting outside Arms sweating Coating the page I am phenomenal Maybe not where it counts But it'll make you pout The sun beats down Tanning my bleached skin Save for the eczema stains Once thought to be stress Then to be bread Then to be sweat But my arms don’t…The Power Of Poetry2 min readThe Power Of Poetry2 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·3 days agoPlease LaughA poem on anxiety and inaction Comedy A journey A response to family A joke about simplicity A run for eternity This doesn’t feel nice The eyes stare The judgement rings The inconsistency bleeds Is it them or me? Sweat pours Indefinitely What is this fear that boils deep down…The Power Of Poetry2 min readThe Power Of Poetry2 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·May 27What Happens Next?A poem on whats What happens when the sun comes? Does the moon go home? Do the clouds drift away? Do the memories fade? What happens when it’s a new day? Will I finally be okay? What is okay? Other than a painful wish A fleeting memory A reason to end conversation A reason to carry on A hopeless dream for the setting sun What happens then? When all options are exhausted When all drugs are done When all the fluid is drained When the soul finally acceptsThe Power Of Poetry1 min readThe Power Of Poetry1 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·May 27A True ThoughtPoetry on finding your place It’s a complex thought Trying to feel at home in a wasteland One of selflessness Invaded by the emperor of the selfish Plucking at your ears Hiding behind your deepest fears One where the man doesn’t encourage While your thoughts discourage To breathe is earnest To…The Power Of Poetry1 min readThe Power Of Poetry1 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·May 27An Apology v1.0A poem on regret To those I’ve let down To those I’ve led on To those I’ve hid from To those I’ve lied to To those I’ve pursued To those I’ve disproved To those I’ve had moved To those I’ve promised To those I’ve conquered To those I’ve wasted To those who’ve helped me To those who’ve stood by me To those who hate me Plenty as you are To those who loved me Seldom though you may be I am eternally sorryThe Power Of Poetry1 min readThe Power Of Poetry1 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·May 17Anti-Freedom FightersPunk Poetry on Virtue Signaling He’s a pig Lives in a stye Resting on the upper left lid of my eye And you know We’re all gonna die When the Big Man comes waving ‘round his lies Puss flows Dripping down your wounds As they take away every little thing you find…The Power Of Poetry2 min readThe Power Of Poetry2 min read
