hi guys it has been a long time please do not hate on me. i have written a bunch of poetries but this one is my favorite so far. this is the second draft, there is another revision in the works but i actually really like it where it's at right now. so without further ado here it is, i hope you enjoy it.

Thoughts I Had While Flying Home

One

steamboat’s weight worth

of cicadas’ droning

drowning out whatever

my relative says. It’s not important

that the sun hangs low or

that the air is closer to a stew,

thick and bubbling with the scent of heat. I’m numb to it,

the vibrations of countless crystalline

wings blocking it all out

everything

block out the sun

two

times this week I sat legs crossed

head back laughing while the grilling meat

told a sizzling tale, a

spiced up story begging to be

devoured by us eager meat eating listeners

three

days ago we sat while the artificial

stars on our vine hidden porch blinked in time with

their highborn brothers and sisters. And all I

could do was sit and watch, bourbon

in one hand, cigar in the other

four

redneck hick prick bastards

hollering that the South will rise again,

too full of cheap rotgut whiskey to realize

the South they want, She’s not ever coming back

She never really fell in the first place

No, she just changed, she just grew

into something a little less ugly

thunk

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.

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

Haunted

I

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

II

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.

III

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.”

IV

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.

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53AEcIwwMk

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.

Perseverance

Lil white rabbit hoppin' through them woods,

red fox saw her and he bit her good.

Lil white rabbit got up again,

limpin' away she gon' reach the end.

Lil white rabbit limpin' through them woods,

black cat saw her and he clawed her good.

Lil white rabbit got up again,

bleedin' away she gon' reach the end.

Lil white rabbit bleedin' through them woods,

brown bear saw her, ended her life for good.

Lil white rabbit never reached the end

but in another life she gon' try again.

poem!

this is a little something i threw together because it seemed like fun. i don't quite know what i can do to make it better but here it is anyway!

Robert Frost Had it Wrong

Two path diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry that I saw just two.

One path more traveled

one much less so

but still, only two.

One foot in front of the other

tramping brush and fern underfoot

soul and soles gliding over

roots and trickles of water, puddles

of dewy tears from the trees'

leaves, eaves overhead.

With no idea of where I was going,

which is an advantage of making

your own trail through the woods,

I tried in vain to remember all

the twists and turns my legs took

with a power all their own.

Traveling with no destination in mind,

going where no other had been,

made the sights all the more gorgeous.

Such a shame that travelers before me

seemed to think that only

Two path diverged in a yellow wood.