Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics

It was a brief moment, when serendipity smiled upon me, but if that was all she could give, I’d rather have gotten nothing at all.. (part 2 of 5)

I want serendipity to smell

As my anguish ignites,

Its carnivorous flames

Feasting on my doubt.

The breeze is perfumed

With a sinister smog,

And even though it hurts,

This smoke is the only air;

And so I am left choking

On the ugly scent

Of a burning heart..

Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics

If this was nothing more than destiny, that would be great. Then I wouldn’t have to blame it all on me.. (part 1 of 5)

I want destiny to taste

The last sliver of air

Netted in my lungs.

It’s Nitrogen imbued

With a wink of vinegar,

And a gasp of sour carbon,

Made all the more potent

By a throat varnished

In wood turpentine.