#poetry

"at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this rain changed from blue to black and leftnothing."

"Poetry is life distilled."

"ESL New immigrantswho've taken ESL (English as a Second Language),will always misunderstand sarcasm ~but those fuckers sure as shit enjoy the prices at Walmart."

"Before It's Too Late [10w] Life's too transient to waste time hating ~plot revenge now!"

"Sometimes I dreamthat everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly,and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness—and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees."

"I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went."

"listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go"

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty."

"I fell for you like the stars fall from the sky. Flames and light and twinkle dust, our burning love showered the night. The dust has been collecting since the day you left, and I dare not leave even one fingerprint in it, because one should never try to touch the past.-Crystal Woods and Jarod Kintz"

"The Stink of Hate {Couplet} When haters write they raise a stink;must be the venom coursing through their ink."

"The Moon The moon's a pearl among the starry gems,more cultured than the rest of them.A blemished diadem of charcoaled nightthat chaperons the sun back to the light."

"As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves."

"Occam's Razor [10w] I shaved with Occam's razor and he shaved with mine."

"The wind is my favorite color. It reminds me of the love she painted on my life as she blew past me."

"Illinois State Motto State sovereignty, national union.Life begins and ends with corruption."

"Love Fades [10w] Like our love,Chinese painters show distance in faded grays."

"Styx Haiku Boatman refusesto paddle me down the Styx.'No carry-on baggage."

"Poets, Shakespeare and Trash A poet must read equal amountsof trash and Shakespeare to learn how to distinguish between the two."

"The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it."