Poems from M Cubed
Under your shattering rain
There's just too much pain
We stand at this hopeful Meridian.
I'm pulling out my hair,
Save your last minute...
My doodles have moved from pictures to words,
Evolution of expression -
Is fragmented language easier to understand than scratchy images?...
PoetrySmooth and free flowingStructured and rhythmicThe sound of wordsAnd the images they createA quiet release of creative energyIn this...
Who said poetry had to be pretty?Poetry is feeling - not rhythm or structure or sound -(It's a release, an escape, a willingness to give...
It's suspended along my vocal cordsA sticky, smothering messStretched across the chasm of my throatIt adheres to every surfaceHacking and...