poemetry

the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.

2021-2-8

i have my story,
and it is my story,
and it is me.
i fear my story,
and i hate my story….

2021-2-7

i think my dreams
are tired of me
telling them
to shut up.
dreams are not meant….

2021-1-29

i wish it were easier,
this dream of mine
to be alive.
instead, i struggle
to merely wake.

2021-1-28

being me
is not the worst thing
that could have
happened to me,
but it’s bad enough.

2021-1-21

sitting in my room
waiting for the snow to come,
but it may be
a week away.
that’s ok….

2021-1-17

i’d like to think better of myself,
but i find that’s hard to do
given that its me.
my long habit,
my comfort zone….

2021-1-10

the window, open
by my head
as i wait for sleep,
cool air and warm coverings,
but sleep just doesn’t….

2021-1-3

the new year tells me
i’m that much closer
to the end of everything.
as if i needed
that obvious reminder.

2020-12-30

tik-tok
is not the sound
of days
falling behind
into the past….

2020-12-29

the crazies
and their schemey dreams
of shots fired
into the snarling face
of lawful tyranny….

2020-12-22

so many things
i could do today.
so many options!
i could, of course, die.
not my first choice….

2020-12-11

my tea
is about
three degrees
too cool
and that….

2020-12-7

someday
i will not be tired.
i am not
looking forward
to that day….

2020-12-5

i write with fear,
always with fear,
which is funny
since i only write
the words….

2020-12-4

i have never been
a tough person.
i quit when things get hard.
i cry easily for myself.
i hide so i can pretend to be safe.
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