Poem -

Turning

How can you pretend to lick your wounds while you split mine open?  You are the calm before the storm, your manipulation the promise of impeding danger, a break in the clouds, why most confess.  Your penance is the sweet irony of purgatory.  Do you even know?  Iron clad and, opaque, guessing in the dark.  I'm tired of feeling your walls, I'm taking the blindfold off.

Like 0 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Poem -

Heal

Would you rather feel the pain than nothing at all? Have loved and lost, survived the fall. Searched your...

Poem -

New York

Why wouldn't you sell your soul while you kneel and pray, break free from the bars that hold your mouth,...

Poem -

After Hours

Whiskey soaked moonlight through rose colored glasses, choices and, voices, immoral free passes. Dusk turns...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Open Your Eyes

Just because you read it
Doesn’t mean you should believe it
You have a mind if your own...

Poem -

Our refrigerator ought to...

Our refrigerator ought to be declared a Superfund site...

whereat the subsequent lines
lack any relation to the title
but like most every poetic...

Poem -

IF IT ONLY TAKES ONE?

IF IT ONLY TAKES ONE?

If this is what the Power of One can do...

Imagine what we don't see when we join forces that no...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com