Three of my poems have been published in a poetry anthology called “Poems from Conflicted Hearts” If you are interested in purchasing it, you can find it on Amazon and itunes. If you do not have an e-reader (like myself) fret not! When you purchase, the ebook it can be viewed on Amazon’s cloud reader or you can download kindle for Mac or PC.
Mr. tight face makes gains towards novelty as he inhales another dusty cancer stick, but it does make him appreciate the outside at night, especially when everyone is gone to bed and the sky is his company. All of that old cosmic light raining down on his cheeks. He feels the pressure of breathing, the pressure to be something, to be someone to someone else. The evil meaning of the word “comparison” becomes immediately obvious. So he decides to abandon that word altogether. He decides to not believe in words or meaning, just the right now, right there with the night sky and his cigarette. It’s warm just enough and the breeze is just enough. Relief but for a second descends on the man who decides to let go and just breathe the night’s air, to be blank, and just be there.
I couldn’t be more excited to announce that 3 of my poems are going to be published in and upcoming anthology called “Poems from Conflicted Hearts”. The e-books will be available March 1st, with soft and hardcover version to follow with demand. I will provide more info when it comes out <3
take out the full bag and put in an empty. walk to the curb looking down the street. empty intersection.. the other way a drunk stumbles alone arguing with his regrets his gait suggests strong feelings of anti-ambition
time for bed. sex with myself finish then twist and turn in my sheets listen to music fall asleep and finally retreat to a limitless world where I do not feel so confused and the garbage can never fills up
the gods have no interest in the humans
they have moved on to more fulfilling projects
they have taken their interest
to more entertaining places
the four limbed mammalian creations have lost their novelty
they have become much too routine and boring
for the gods to keep paying attention
so the button has been pressed
and we are now gliding on auto pilot.
it is our duty to un-press the button
to find a way around the autonomy
to alter the awareness of this uninteresting species
to carve a new groove for the future
it is our time to escape fate and alter the consciousness
to wake up from the monotony and
grasp what has gone unnoticed
that sitting in front of us
a life worth claiming
a life worth living