An Anecdote

We are 65% water 16% straight fat

19% Other and those are straight facts

There is no measurement for ideals

No measurement for compassion

No way to stitch inside us our likes our passions

No way to tell our favorites from the dark matter 

living inside our skulls. Hidden away to be kept safe

If we only idolize what we can see 

and we can’t surmise our beliefs from our beating hearts

does it exist, or even matter? In this era of mechanical love
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think about this poem in the comments below. 

– Till next time! 

Something’s Off 


Here yeee here yeee 

All who enter here shall never return 
Come close come close taste my medicine 

Give yourself a chance to close your eyes forever 
This mirror is the most striking mirror in the world 

Once you look inside it you can never look anywhere else
Take some seeds and plant them 

When they grow stay away or dare to be eaten 
If you wear this ring don’t you dare take it off 

For if you do misfortune will befall you, but so long as you wear it all is well
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My Life 


The red bird sings at midnight 

Mourning for its beige counterpart 

I talked with my mom then she went silent 

She doesn’t mourn for me anymore 

Why must a woman be feathered in colors? 

Why must a gander be luminous? 

I went home to my bed and closed my eyes 

A good Christian opens the Latch of father’s door 

I don’t mind leaving it closed forever 
I had a mourning dove once 

It’s cooing called to me each days morning

But that cat a pet of my neighbors 

Hated to see life stay alive 

The head was lost from the body 

And I cried I cried I cried  
When I see a bird jump in on concrete I wonder if it wants to die 

It always looks mindless and stupid asking for something playing in a scattered mind 

I also wonder why my heart tightens for it 

Shouldn’t it get what it wants 

but then I think no, humanity must always be God 
I heard the call 

Coah Coo Coo Coo

It’s sharpness tethering me to a memory 

Coah Coo Coo Coo 

I saw a dove with black diamonds 

I stilled to hear its song

Coah Coo Coo Coo  

She stared at me before spiriting away

Somehow she still stays
Their soft drawn out calls sound like laments 

A man makes a phone call to his wife 

A child waits on the doorstep of his school

A stranger smiles 

The call is answered 

The stranger laughs he laughs he laughs
Thanks for reading! This is a bit of experimental poetry for you determine the meaning for yourself. Let me know what you think of it!

-Till next time!

National Poetry Month: Poem Prompt Challenge 


I have created a poetry prompt that I will attempt to write a poem for and one that I challenge you to do as well! Thanks to a class I’m taking I’ve taken an interest in some experimental poetry and this prompt is designed to create just that something different via random thought generation. 

Here what you do. Open up 3 different books at random, close your eyes and put your finger on a random word. The three words you find have to find there way in the poem. *Bonus for writing whatever comes to your mind without thinking about it too much* 

Experimental poems form their own intrinsic meaning that will not be understood right away, but that’s ok, and probably a good thing! Let your mind flow! 

The books I choose: Impulse by Ellen Hopkins, Frozen by Melissa De La Cruz, The Dead House by Dawn Kurtagich

The words: Brink, moment, crap

Give me a moment I am on the Brink of Finding someone to listen to my song 

It worries me how it all can flip on it’s head going right and hurrying along

There is something good about misconceptional crap

A turn of the dial and your walking into a room of carpeted glass 

I’m on my way to somewhere, grossly clean wall from here to there. A piece of my flesh gone fading 

The wind always whispers somewhere

Fragments of everything dance across stagnant air

I’ve gone to hear the gossipers ears open to the caviate born from watered error 

Thanks for reading! This is officially one of the weirdest poems I ever wrote, but as unusal as it felt it was a lot of fun. I hope to see some of you participating in this! I know it’s a little strange but that is the point of it. I really want to see how weird things can come out as being. 

-Till next time!