Poetry Circle
When I Wake
When I Wake When I wake early morning, and say farewell to the night I put scraps of dream to music, to see if they'll take flight The loved, lost, the lusted after, to parties whom I owe I confess my debts to the void, when I'm heavy like wet snow Enemies,…
A Tall Jenga Tower Precariously Leaning To One Side
Routine is my only friend My therapist and my medicine They’ve never hurt me before So I think I’ll stick with them Ritual never seems to bore Schedule never changes on a whim My friend with many names They’re always so tame They keep me sane Why have more friends When bring so much pain?
Boo Hoo
They won’t be quiet They’re bottomless pits They keep throwing fits Like children Stupid little shits Using their problems as excuses They aren’t even hurting So fucking useless Liabilities They’re hungry for pity They starve for attention They don’t even feel guilty Let them drown in the river T...
Those Who Anger Me
Gluttonous for attention They make fools of themselves Lacking comprehension They boast their hardships They make it competition Who has it worse? Why must they be so persistent To undermine others trauma? Vultures of pity They refuse to be happy Sycophants to melancholy They don’t want to be fre...
Self Sabotage
What does it mean when you've squandered every opportunity for happiness? What does it mean to be critical of every nuance to the point of no longer recognizing serendipitous gifts from the universe when they land right on your lap? Wasting the very thing you've been struggling, fighting tooth an...
The Light that Burnt Out.
Wondering mind in an aging light An aging light burning out within our dark souls Our dark soul shatters as the reaper arrives The reaper comes to take us to our ever eternal hell The hell that burns our sins and cast us aside By C. L. E 2/2021
The Hurt Within (circa 1979)
They say a cry is good for you. I do not know that this is true. It always seems so commonplace, That tears fall down upon my face. They say a cry is good for you. I do not know that this is true. It always seems when tears begin, It only shows the hurt…
Juniper Moon
My juniper moon, and I with amber lantern glow suspended above, I braced against the stinging wind In the night cloth and twinkles of diamonds here and there like shimmering ice crystals’ I brace my brow against the sharp wind of the night
Insomnia (Poem)
Here is a little poem for you all. Insomnia If I fall asleep now I will have 8 hours, That’s more than enough. Most nights I only get 4 or 5, And wake up feeling rough. If I fall asleep now I will have 7 hours, That’s still, I’d say, a surplus. But even…
RTFM:1:Recon
I'm interested in you, I'd like to learn from your experience, and so I pursue with undue cheeriness the question of what is all this then? Like a rooster to a hen I might say I like your cluck but you think I mean you'd like my flock. It lets me walk a mile in…