My Poems

[Houston]

Rage

In my dreams
I hear screams

When my rage
at its final stage

i went out of hands
so my rage expands

I feel fear in my mind
so the rage makes me blind

[Daren Priesten]

"Brown Mess"

Feces in your hair
feces under the chair

feces under my nose
feces spewing from a hose

feces squashed under a tire
feces baking in fire

feces in your mouth
feces flowing in a river down south

feces under your bed
feces all over your head

feces over there
feces everywhere.


Thank you.


*bows*

I have to use the bathroom now....

[Maximilian Lhoth]

_____________sheeps are cute
____________like an autumn rain
________in autumn their fur is cut off
__and they're thrown in a cage for the winter
___________what would be lovelier
than to see a sheep eat grass from your own hand
___________what would be funnier
___than to ride with a sheep into the sunset

[Kent Strider]

An underlying sense of counting down –
A rhythm deep: enteric thuds –
Each another year to fret and frown
About, wading in the claggy muds
Of trial – to here, the blackened life.

A glint of blade had caught a baggy eye,
Sparking thoughts to jump the fence.
Could I grasp the handle – was I shy
Of what I had to do and hence remain
Enshrined in overwhelming strife?

The metal winked at me again
To beg the possibility
Of halting once and all the pain
To relish an eternity

Of rested shoulders,
Peace of mind;
So here, my wrist
For ‘quick and kind.’