We’re as close as one is to nine.
Ten goes looking for zero and
gets caught up in what’s mine. Continue reading “As Maniacs Do”
Author: Mack Rogers
Elevate
What brings you here on such a night,
under satellite?
The sirens echo like it’s such a chore.
Oh, the blood and mortar. Continue reading “Elevate”
Stargazing at Noon
Ask me where I’m looking,
my answer plays the same tune.
I say I’m watching the clouds move,
I’m stargazing at noon. Continue reading “Stargazing at Noon”
A Game of Choices
At first, I was going to make this into a dream poem but I wanted to be more explicit in the description of this particular dream. What’s a Choice? I dreamt a dream I shouldn’t remember. A clever dream, really. A dream more easily forgotten than the next, yet remembered. If only slightly. In another […]
Sunkissed
Meet me in a raindrop,
dress me in your gaze.
Convince me that I’m in control
like those days I got in the way. Continue reading “Sunkissed”
Of Fireflies
A memory in lamplight,
the clarity in the blur
of little lights giving rise
to that spark you lost long ago. Continue reading “Of Fireflies”
Hughes Blues Part Three
Here’s some more poetry from my man Langston Hughes. Every once in a while, I pick up his poem collection and I just feel inspired by his writing style. Here’s a couple more that I really enjoy. Love Love is a wild wonder And stars that sing, Rocks that burst asunder And mountains that take […]
In No Time
When it’s too dark
to tell what’s cloud
and what’s space
I lose my place and
wait for the Moon
to light the way. Continue reading “In No Time”
Thoughts of Thank
I was working on a comprehensive list of the things that I’m thankful for since Thanksgiving is coming up, but I started having trouble putting them together in a creative way. Since this is obviously not that list, I guess it could be on Wednesday or Friday or never, who knows! Just in case I […]
It Comes in Waves
I dream of people I want to forget
as I sleep away days and days.
Losing time and patience
to get a semblance of
happy little rays.
Sunshine and
smiles are
scarce. Continue reading “It Comes in Waves”
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