Poetry Obscura

The air is cold...

Toes Tap with an imperfect passion

She had baseball bats for eyelashes...

Stay or Leave...

I can not blink...

Let's break the laws of creativity

Written for a Poetry Slam Contest ;)

You try to catch it...

What would you say if I offered you freedom?

(in the style of Edgar Allen Poe’s “Dream within a Dream”)

I did too...

She birthed me and will kill me, I'm sure of it...

If it meant everything...

and it consumed me...

It has no intention or knowledge of the damage it contains...

If I only had the words..

A question one should never answer...

Don't even dream of the top...

and further still...

But it's never the same...

Maybe even more dangerous...

Like they haunt me, every second in between the noise...

There are never enough words don't you...

You are the center of your universe...

When she speaks in machine languages I do not know...

I am never alone - Poem by Adam Aragon

The Wicked Dreamer

My Perfect Picture

No, We all have this

When you describe god, what does he look like?

You Fucking Animal

The quiet keeps the noise at bay...

The sad soldier standing ready on the chessboard...

Kiss your drone and obey...

What hellish plans, spring forth from heaven...