Little Stick
With every inhale from that little stick you take, your skull becomes a tomb of dung treasure and the flame of your soul is extinguished by canopic jars of corpse juice. Copyright © 2017 Angela Marie Suor
Tag: poetry
Edward
(Written in 1999) RIP Edward Albert (1951-2006) In your startling blue eyes dreams are made and found. Your exuberant smile hugs me and your love is profound. Your arms caress me safe and warm; now I am able to weather every storm. When I see your playful grin love and hope is my friend. The rain…… Continue reading Edward
The Best Partnership
You are both so natural The best partnership Like hearts to beats The perfect fit We fans are truly blessed for having been taught by the gifts you have bequeathed, love, loyalty, and friendship Masters of the soul, Lessons are spirited from your lips and with every single breath we learn what it means, to…… Continue reading The Best Partnership
Stars
Take the scenic route and waltz along the milky way, Become a twinkling spectator of the night’s picturesque, Under galaxy’s beat partner in tune, Serenade the big dipper and spoon by the moon, Show the art of an astrologer’s telescope, Create a portrait of a comet’s face, Let your ethereal birth leave mementos of heaven…… Continue reading Stars
Spurt
I once had a spurt of creativity, it tasted like black crow and whine. Copyright © 2017 Angela Marie Suor
Show Me The Way
I did not ask for this ticket to ride where darkness sits still in my mind Where every train of hope derails Where past sins never rewind I did not ask for my mind’s betrayal Doubt at every speed bump A fast-forward unwilling passenger Satan turning every wheel My mind always wonders? Do you even…… Continue reading Show Me The Way
Mother
Like an angel in the grass with a pastoral soul, my mother has always calmed my heart. She has a nonsensical humor and attentive smile. She is my best friend forevermore. When hope becomes like a whispering dome, she is what makes a place feel like home. Copyright © 2017 Angela Marie Suor
