Monday, December 20, 2010


Two eyes met like birds
slamming into a window. The shock
of everything coming to a sudden stop
left the gaze hanging in the air,
a feather after the collision.
And in that short look, before he blinked away
he knew he had a chance, at fun
at happiness, maybe
even life itself.
It was clear as windows stopping
birds all over the world,
all he had to do was speak!
Fortune favors the bold
but he never claimed to be.

Monday, December 13, 2010

finals week

i just turned in my poetry portfolio that was full of revisions to poems i have turned in this semester here is one of the revisions thank you for your time


Wanderin’ around some dark wood
long past the dead of night.
I came across an older man,
singing songs at his lone campsite.
His eyes were sharp, his hair
the strings of a harp. I knew right then
I’d have to be careful of him,
him with a smile like the Devil’s,
and the scent of hellish brim


I turned around, turned from that grin
and ran through them woods. I tripped
and fell and picked myself up, to be greeted by
two death-hollowed eyes.
I scampered back and cried
to our lord God on high
as I tried escape once more,
one more futile try.

But try as I might I kept coming back,
kept coming back to that man in black.
No matter where I ran, no matter where I turned
there he was a-waitin’, waitin’ for my poor soul.
With a voice like sulfur he spoke to me as if a friend,
“Run all you want, but you can’t run from sin.”

He cackled high, and he cackled loud,
my vision went to black. Next thing I know
I’m wakin’ up in the middle of them cursed woods.
A dream you ask? Well hell, maybe, but listen here
and listen close. That man? well he still hauntin’ me
and will ‘til I sleep for good.

Friday, December 10, 2010

First Ever Passin' Bird Poetry Reading!

I thought I'd go ahead and try something new with this poem. It's made the rounds a few times so I don't know if you've read it or not. Chances are you have, so feel free to skip it. It's pretty important to me, very personal so it would mean a lot if you'd spare some time to check it out if you have the chance.

Monday, December 6, 2010

here is a new poetries. i don't quite know what to call it so i'm just going to use the first line as the title because i have seen that done before.

With comet-like fingers

With comet-like fingers
she streaked constellations across my back.
Holding each other close, as planets
do to their moons, we whispered meteors
eroding the earth surrounding our cores.

If I were to continue
this metaphor of this starry night,
what more could I compare?
This feeling, brighter than stars,
the two galaxies in her skull.
These thoughts piercing my mind's nebulae,
asteroids cratering my heart's crust

Yes, I guess it would compare most
with the heat death of our universe;
destroying all I've known
to replace it
with something new.