As a "bitter youth" I spent many hours writing poems that tried to capture the emotions I was feeling at the time. While I had a pessimistic outlook and some very bitter and cynical beliefs, I do feel that poetry was a powerful outlet and helped me capture the emotional changes I felt growing up. This is the portrait of my emotionfall so many years ago.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Another Blonde

Strange stares capture subtle grace;
Fluid gold-silver like falling water,
Dancing sapphires with obsidian hearts,
And joy like pears on pink-velvet.
Snow flutters in a pleasant voice,
Laced sometimes with an airborne whistle,
Like excitement wrapped in blue feathers.
Wearing tan, a wealthy heart
Breathes charity into my soul, when
Darkness gathers over my shoulder.
Mesmerized and dazzled,
It pains to touch such starlight,
Then toss rocks into the ocean.
Return to the sea, troubled flower,
And I will wait in quicksand.
Goodbye.

© 2000 - 2009 Jeremy Likness. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Actor

Confusion muttered twisted words that whispered in her quaking mind
That burned with passion wrapped in silence, swiftly amassing to unwind

Enter actor on seasoned stage accustomed to this changing play
His actions scripted, feelings ad-libbed, words drifting astray.

They captured moments in burnished flares of sunlight from the sky
Wet with waking recognition of emotions running dry

Breathing smoke and coughing laughter, quickly they drew near
Wrapped in comfort, both attracted but distanced by the fear

Without a kiss or recognition they said goodbye with smiles
He trembles walking feeling f---ing great on tainted tiles

Laying in his empty room he knows one thing is sure
He feels affection fill his soul and soon he misses her.

© 2000 - 2009 Jeremy Likness. All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Accident

someone died in an automobile accident today

He stood,
A lifeless figure on a barren plain,
His death as visible as the brilliant
(he was blind to such things) sun,
His death as audible as the roaring
(he was deaf to such things) wind.
A steel horse with pale, round eyes
Snorted smoke, roaring with mechanized anger,
And met his back at a high velocity.
He fell,
A crumpled figure,
And slept on scarlet.
They watched,
But could not read the license plate.

© 2000 - 2009 Jeremy Likness. All Rights Reserved.