Poetry – Page 5 – Liferaft in the Abyss

He couldn’t shot….a poem.

I liked penises,andwent to a man-whore’s house. Another kid caught me sneaking outat night, “got you you faggot!”and shotme dead. Went to hell,touched the flames….and they were fake. The devil was fake…. “pop” The boy pointed his revolverand I stood my ground, Then I walked away…. Lesson learned: the revolver is,but hell is fake.

05.10.2022

I don’t understand why we live in this world…. Yeah, I’m going to write poems about social issues, and I actually hope it makes you the reader uncomfortable. Because, if you are comfortable with the world, then I have failed. No, I do not believe people want to have their rights and freedoms taken away,Continue reading “05.10.2022”

14 billion mini mes….a poem.

The lecture hall is loud, many conversations, nothing discernible. Then all is quiet. “Today’s recurring thought is, ‘I’m not powerless’ Now repeat it, Again, again, Good! Excellent!! Now go out and terririze and conquer the day. Class dismissed!” And I’m more focused, Whole.

Little cowardly men….a poem.

Men of little hearts, fearful, greedy, spineless, throw bibles from bushes in Balboa Park, Dark in Supreme Court dresses at women they can’t have Or be. Their country pulling away, No matter how the cowardly pull at the people. I say, In my Betty Boop shorty shorts, ‘you’re fake, Let there be War….’ They pullContinue reading “Little cowardly men….a poem.”

A personal problem, a poem.

Some porn suggested, that I should give in to my desires…. I desire a higher purpose than merely being alive. My life matters! My death matters! What matters most Is the Fermi Paradox….

Old soldiers shouldn’t die in bed, a poem.

They say old soldiers die hard in bed, having no wars to fight. That seems silly, When all I see is war. Old soldiers, if you still have a heart, be still and listen…. it beats with sounds drums! Then….march….

I need a drink….

….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.

Every Day, a poem.

Sometimes, I trully wished that I was assembled. To smile knowing I’m disposeable and not be missed when I am gone. Of course, I remember my roots. Black people can’t be judges some think, because they should only be dish washers and athletes. My my, that’s the home of brave. But when I literally shedContinue reading “Every Day, a poem.”

Learning Curve, a poem.

I’ve seen people wondering the streets. A man, yelling it was the end of the world. I would not have noticed him hadn’t he had a huge dong, fully erect. I met a good friend from elementary school. It was great to see him, until he pulled out a .22 and robbed me. I wonderContinue reading “Learning Curve, a poem.”

Faster than light, a poem.

I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.