Poems from Triedisthetime

I’m a dude that writes poetry to deal with terrible coping mechanisms.
The Carnival Years
The mirror cries long tears to the bus station Her feet draw their mottled shapes on the Pavement It is wet and cold.   In my mouth, there...
Bodies are the worst of prisons
Hush!   See that glowing of the river-nymph, skin lit with the sun’s admiration? Trust the slow glide of the wind’s tresses to lead her...
The Robins’ Song
Speak not of my bloodied chest, but pray instead for some forgotten justice !   Fair Lady Wind, your presence is as welcome as the flow of...