A Collection of Poems That Exemplify My Creative Skills

“These, The Creatures”

Peace of mind is seldom violently broken,

having short-lived fits 

and bouts of restlessness.

 

Wandering along the dimly lit streets, 

these barely sentient beings will stagger against 

the lone door of a shop, 

and another will approach after

five minutes have passed 

to either socialize 

or fight with it.

 

And in under some sort of fascination,

and in a ghostly silence, appropriate

to the time, they seem to spread

themselves upon the stage 

they’ve been given to wander,

drip from abandoned ledges, 

splash from pipes and water spouts, 

and fall upon the concrete 

that paves the way 

down desolate sidewalks.

 

They continue to 

walk and walk and walk, 

seeing nothing but the 

dark tangle of streets,

containing sorrowful thoughts,

and no care for the coming of dawn.

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“Through The Fog”

Purple skies wane

up above us, and dark

clouds take their place

as a deep thunder announces

its presence on the horizon.

 

I can see the coming

storm in your eyes,

how long it’s been there,

I have no clue. 

 

Your hand loosens, 

I squeeze it tighter. 

One, two, three.

The look you give me

could burn seas dry.

 

Longer we stand there,

another cannon fire of

clouds sound off.

It’s closer now, and

so is the tempest raging

beneath your surface.

 

I squeeze your hand softly,

one more time, as I try

to quell the inevitable.

 

You let go anyway, 

and I watch quietly

from under the veranda

as you step out 

into the empty street, 

and begin to dance.

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“Your Comfort Zone is a Liar”

I’ve persistently thought

that coming back from 

always felt quicker 

than going to.

And so I see 

how hard it is to take

one step forward,

but terribly, intimately,

I know the surrender

of taking ten steps back.