Poetry Pages

my demons they're in the backroom of my mind playing cards my demons attention, intentions diverted things have been quiet for years every now and then they come from that room- “we're out of beer, douche!” and “we need to get laid, pussy!” it's scary how much they look like me at least I know where...

Pain 101 Sane and sober with the confidence of the immortal teen- no real plan is necessary He appears removed, detached yet never loses her eye- the weaker flinch, turn, misstep, never to regain full impact She excuses herself to freshen up, her movements so natural other women scribble a few menta...

God Must Chuckle straight razor touches stone 4000 grain several passes perfection not humanly possible strive, monitor persevere the blade reveals flaws on skin knows true surface stable hand light thumb drag starting to catch a dozen or so strokes 8000 grain water and slurry not too much keep focu...

Always enjoy your perspective, Gerry. Another gem.

Wow.....that's all i have right now. i like it, poetic,

Thief, how the hell are you! Still hell-arious as usual. See you 'round campus, brother.

Thanks Gerry, yeah I agree but it's fun to write about, no? Thanks poetic.

Lazy Mayan's All the scientific instrumentation, prognosticators, seers, analysts of conjecture and oh, the history of a past advanced civilization- we begin the gathering once again Tp is gold and gold is gold Get your gas now and sharpen your knives At least 500 rounds of ammo and neoprene everyth...

this is such a dark surprise, loved it Leysa.

always were a friendly guy, nice write Gerry.

that was my saturday night and how was all of your weekends? lol Thanks all and the write was really an excuse to say hey. hope all is well.

47? “What?” she squints her smile through rain perfect eyes Lips slightly parted create much want Her hair saturated with light leaves the rest of the room dark “Whaaat?” coy but unrehearsed- her head tilts just so There is no response to “what?” No comeback with patent repartee' Well over my head a...

Thanks Lisa. Great to hear from you!

Thanks all for input and response. Gerry, how the hell are you. Been too long, missed you guys.

He touched her gently- it had been a while since gently He spoke calmly- all is not lost His boy smiles, rolls over and falls asleep There is no tomorrow- only this and now “The sun even shines on a dogs ass some days,” his friend tells him Not like that anymore A simple thread in a much larger fabr...