Haikus, Poems, and Vignettes, Oh My!

When Prophecy comes,
it comes to tell me what next weeks meals will be,
it burdens me not with the greatness of future visions, thank God.

Thick strands of Sunlight,
Puncture the Cloud-armoured Sky,
Earth basks in the warmth.

Maybe I’ll remember to put thoughts into words,
sometimes they jumble out.
Poets live on Word Salad.
We need more blood in our diet.

Night ride, trees whip by,
Sleep is fleeting, cold backlit light,
Words pass, time flies not.

Here’s a secret; I stare into the abyss, hoping it will stare into me,
and shout into it in the hopes of hearing more than just echoes back.

Please Check out my Patreon and contribute should you wish to.
Always remember Poetry isn’t a Choice.

Also, I’m still working on my Passion Project, my Poetry collection, In Media Rêves. Check out my GoFundMe and contribute if you would like.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s