Unintended Poetry

A Monster Of A Storm

Fri, 30 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Another summer storm is raging outside. The thunder sounds like the sky is being ripped apart so that monsters from another dimension can tumble out and wreak havoc upon the earth. Things with razor-sharp claws and teeth that will quickly wreck you. Things only seen before in video games. The sky is so charcoal dark that you won’t see them except for the occasional lightning flash - you won’t know they’re coming unless you hear them lumbering and squishing down the street towards you. You’ll only know they’re beside you once they sink sharp things into your flesh like needles so they can feed. Part of their enjoyment is watching the terror in your eyes and hearing your screams grow louder then turn to a whimper, then silence as you either give in or simply die. But that would be silly, wouldn’t it? Monsters falling from the sky. I mean, it’s just thunder, after all. It’s just noise and tall tales.

be honest, wide eyes
what really scratched you
out in the storm?

A Novel Idea

Fri, 30 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

hesitant to feel
how I feel
to just let it be
let it run its course
to scream its joys
and pains
in due time
do I want that?
or would I rather
read a book
uninterrupted?

Climb

Fri, 30 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

regaled with tales of a brick wall
I would never break through
how my feminine body
was simply too dainty

told of its permanence
how my female mind
didn’t have the capacity to
formulate a plan to annihilate it
(big words confuse girls, of course)

they kept building the wall taller
but they forgot to build it wider
so I walked around it and laughed
guess my girl brain works after all

Daisies and Bruises

Fri, 30 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

nothing is sweeter
than love poems from your amour
heart’s honest truth
written or spoken, that man -
oh! the magic he weaves!

be careful of words
they can be both daisies and bruises
–Anne Sexton

sticks and stones
may break my bones, but bones heal
words carve in your soul
hypnagogic hauntings that
drag you under depression’s control

Crazy Once Again

Sat, 17 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

gone fishing
gone crazy
crazy for you
crazy like a fox
fox sake
fox in the hen house
house of leaves
house of lies
lies to my face
lies in state
state of birth
state of mind
mind your manners
mind if I sit
sit on a shelf
sit and spin
spin in circles
spin cycle
cycle complete
cycle of the moon
moon landing
moon rocks
rocks like a hurricane
rocks the boat
boat sickness
boat music
music to my ears
music therapy
therapy dog
therapy online
online gambling
online addiction
addiction is a disease
addiction is not you
you deserve cake
you have been sober nine years
years lost to addiction
years to yearn for
for fox sake
for the birthday girl
girl never grows up
girl counts the time gone
gone fishing
gone crazy again
again and again and
again but I’m okay again
again my heart is happy
again I’m in love
love
you

Mistake 'n Voice

Sat, 17 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

I heard his voice but not with my ears
he told me to do horrible things
to myself, to my body
cut, destroy, kill
he showed up one day uninvited
somewhere deep inside my mind
and my hands,
they did what they were told
I have the scars to prove it

he told me I’m a mistake,
tried to get me to erase myself
exacerbated depression
forced me to live in darkness
with a voice that followed me for years

then one day he was gone
maybe he found a new victim
or I found the right med to kill him
every once in a while I think I hear him
I chalk it up to a migraine aura
(it’s for the best)

self-destruction
isn’t always a conscious choice
sometimes the voices within command it -
when you’re at your lowest
with no one else trying to help you
it’s difficult not to listen

Xyrastic

Sat, 17 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

well, he’s weird, kind of spastic
yeah, not quick at all, just very thick
and I heard he’s sick - a lunatic!
anyways, he can be a prick and if
you see him grab the matchsticks
he’s going to use a stick for a wick
and burn some motherfucker down!
that’s how Xyrastic is - not my pick.

Playing With Portals

Sun, 04 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

It’s dark and dirty here. Shadows hunt me in the fog so I run (in my dreams I can run) to the small opaline grove by the ruins of a school. The birches stand for me.

Inside the school, among dark moss-covered stone, is a portal that glows purplish-blue like bachelor buttons. I don’t pay much mind, just accept the situation as if it’s normal (oh, another portal, fourth one today). I need to go through it to try to get home. What are the chances of that considering the insane number of worlds in existence? It’s like rolling a D20 and hoping for twenty-one. I have to try. If there’s monsters, well, at least I can run.

lambent light in darkness
giving hope to the hopeless
take a leap of faith

The Quiet Ones

Sun, 04 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

we are the quiet ones
those who seem shy
introverted
even antisocial
we sat in the back of class
silently reading
while the world went on
we stand by the wall
at meetings and parties
seemingly daydreaming
unaware, ignorant
leaving them free to gossip
we observe you all
silently, carefully
ingesting information
every detail you didn’t notice
every word you’ll say was a lie
we will remember, for
we are the quiet ones

Wish, Oh Wish Upon a Fear

Sun, 04 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000

wishing has no place here
you won’t be saved by love
there are things with teeth to fear
wishing has no place here
get going, please run quickly dear
they’ll start coming from above
wishing has no place here
you won’t be saved by love

Free Verse, My Ars

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000

with free verse
I can write
any way I want
not worrying about meter or rhyme
or trying to rework a line
to make it squeeze in
realizing it won’t,
and screaming at it -
who needs that?
I just don’t care
what can i say
I just want it
how i want it
and you can have it too
for the low low price
of forgetting all the rules

Hope Never Dies

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000

I’m where I’ve always been
fading into the background
becoming scenery
among vanishing pines
and withering ferns
nearly invisible
you can’t see me
or is it that you won’t?
am I important enough
to be noticed
maybe even saved
from this dullery?
somehow it seems
I deserve the darkness
I’ve lived in it forever
trying to dig my way out
for a tiny chance to blossom
and see the world in color
give me your hand and
we’ll brighten this place
together

Worth the Wait

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000

after the quiet laughter subsides
only smiles and embraces remain
your kisses have me starry-eyed
after the quiet laughter subsides
finally, the happiness previously denied
as we lay in your bed, love unconstrained
after the quiet laughter subsidies
only smiles and embraces remain