Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Until the candle burns out, I don’t sleep.Until the moon fully wanes, there is lightat night, which means that there is hope and steepprices to pay for those who lose their sight:Even when fully waxed, the moon is new, meaning a cycle of new light… Continue reading →

Dreams die everyday and then are wokenby loss, oh, hopeful loss- the only friendof late-night dreamers with eyes unbrokenby the pain of fear, the impulse to bend:The dancefloors empty as dancers grow up, leaving a pool of passion’s sweat behindfor… Continue reading →

Vivid colors remain impressed on thisbrain, and I hear sounds like speakers buzzingfloating around my feet and my chest. Isthis really a dream or a drubbing?:Tornadoes in heads, and earthquakes afoot, my world was so subject to conformingto tighte… Continue reading →

One more poem and it’s back to the workthat might come to define me in your eyes.How does it feel to discover a smirkin a smile that morphed into a disguise?It feels like electrocution, like hate backfired as capital punishment.I guess it just was… Continue reading →

I’m a bachelor of truth in my sidewaysmind that strains to understand its goodnesswhen empty thoughts let bygones be bywaysto utter isolation from our mess:A lot of cords and cables were left out on the floor untangled and in plain view;beware of … Continue reading →

I don’t know what is happening to me,but it’s moving me somewhere, anywhere;anywhere is better than where I stood,so I’ll sit back and maximize the ride:The terrains are shifting beneath my feet, and inside my chest, the rains are pouring,cleansin… Continue reading →

There’s water on the floor! Please don’t step there, or you’ll slip straight into unconsciousness and start a slipstream that will soak the air and not be awake to clean up the mess!: See, I told you so! And now you’re half-dead until your fate de… Continue reading →

A swarm of rose petals falls from his hand.Petals of three colors- red, purple, white – fall from the hole that he can’t understand,from the part of his hand that’s palm heart white: This would be a release, an outpouringof pure emotion from this … Continue reading →

I am scared because I’ve nothing to lose in not succeeding for the time being; I am scared because I am not selfish enough to want success for my own self: This is a huge flaw because I owe it to so many people to use my gifts, to find success, to… Continue reading →

Reborn with a tremor of earthliness, insights fresh with the new diamond moonlight, I go to sleep with at least one fear less than what I awoke with. I know my might! I am strong as a watery jet, which, instead of choking, heals the hurt spine; I … Continue reading →