And I will rip up the night raise hell for the hell of it ride until the road rolls up behind me until my tires burn off the rims and the sun comes up to stop me dead in my tracks (D. James) … more →
Disposable PoetryD. James wrote 3 weeks ago: And I will rip up the night raise hell for the hell of it ride until the road rolls up behind me unt … more →
D. James wrote 3 weeks ago: why is the word try in poetry is it because it is at times a trying task or because we try and try a … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: this night passes through me like a black knife no way around it I must stay up ’til dawn brea … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: a mess here a mess there little piles of my life laid out on the floor and I wonder sometimes what i … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: you want to say something but like a dog with limited language all you do is bark of all the words o … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: sat up half the night with unhappy thoughts come morning they were still there in a chair by the bed … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: Stayed online all night long Wrote down a few words But can’t tell me a damn thing Cause I kno … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: I don’t say what’s on my mind When it’s all shit So keep my mouth shut Because alw … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what comes between us when we’re apart? how can I let you in from an arm’s length away? … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: If the rain falls up from the street does it mean the world is upside down? If things work out in my … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: the music presses down from above louder and louder until there’s nothing but noise no thought … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: dirty white t-shirt watching out the monday morning window the rain reigns comes down as if trying t … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what to do today when I realize my life is one day shorter than yesterday and tomorrow is shorter st … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: tattooed girls drunken boys and cigarette smoke everywhere warm nights with pimps and hookers workin … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: It is said only the fallen know the true depths could you be one of the rare ones so often imagined? … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: Bourbon and cigarettes late-night hookers down dark alleys What doesn’t kill me costs more tha … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: (for Ian A.) What if the old man isn’t wandering or lonely What if he has all the answers and … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Q: Why can we always feel when something bad is going to happen but never something good? A: Because … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Drink as much as you can Speak as much as you can and in the outer limits of your words will you fin … more →