Poetry Collection
It doesn’t matter whether you are a poetry enthusiast or consider it boring; the words within poetry can be powerful. These three poems connect life experiences with intense imagery to create a potent emotion that anyone can feel.
She didn’t deserve that.
Poor manipulated maiden. Forced
to be a hunted creature, isolated—
on the isle of victimization. Vision of dedicated virtue
brought to knees
that should not be knelt. The original
serpent-eyed woman
with darkened ducts, that
she was jealous of. Wasn’t she?
Athena.
She sanctioned
your song of screams.
She washed away wisdom
where war stands in its place. Your tears
screamed, shaking temple stairs.
Tearing vails.
Punished for Poseidon's penetration. A tyrant god
as slippery and scaley as the snakes on
your scalp. But those statutes
cannot force fornication. And you—
can sanction their song of screams.
For the fear they thought they could fuck out of you is
the catalyst for castration
Literary Fever Dream
A creative spark turned avalanche, runs over itself
so they’ll
type till time runs dry—till
characters break consciousness or till
they are done deciding their fate; they are
as all writers, it is just an outlet for the characters
to speak.
Our fingers bleed before the brain brakes
the unknown plot does not stop
for such injures but
feeds on our mental instability or until
ink-filled veins bleed black
on parchment; remnants of
writers who wrote till
their inspiration left them
but only that reminds them
they were words that they wrote
spilled in a non-comprehendible jumble of
sentence fragments.
Breakaway
Raindrops atop the soft top of my car harbor my deliberating darkness destined for major change. My floundering frontal lobe used to forage to find solace through storms. But simple sounds only drip a corroded call to counseling, then drop articulation to artistry. The continued studies of continuity, how childhood constructs conceptualization became concentrated, putting persistent parody of prose writing on display. Please, bring my perfect prose poetry to the forefront of my brain. I need a clicking keyboard to create fiction, not ridiculed research papers. Barriers of boring scientific sources that caused my creative consensus.