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this bit of poetry is all wandering molecules and angry atoms. 


touch falters. a soldier in a long series of silent wars.

words hold their breath. as time's floods prevail.

we are only paper and sand. bits and pieces of a puzzle we can never hope to solve.

the end would come easily. if only we would let it.

their names make us weak. their faces pull on our zippers.

we grow smaller as truth colors in those empty spaces.

fingers dance over quivering skin. a dare to look over the edge.

strays gnaw on their leashes.

choice is a tunnel. once we enter, the other side is the only exit.

gretel emerges from the forest.

the seldom tears that fall on plastic cheeks abruptly become authentic.

but it's too late by then. 


Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poems

alcoholicpoet.com

sometimes it's prudent to let the reader decide what a poem  means. 


soft puzzles negotiate the edge. time is a stray dog. scratching at the backdoor of our minds.

wilted fangs. scarred flesh. the leash is shortest when in it's in someone else's hands.

spare the remainder. release the colors. the callous arithmetic of hungry flesh.

small words hold their breath. life gambles with their meanings.

intersections quietly approach us. all empty tuxedos. and songs we can barely remember.

we find our gods in the deepening cracks. stiffened by the prospect that the fissure is the sum.

tangled puppets. devoted to the lies that make them dance.


Filed under: October 2024 Poetry

created by alcoholicpoet.com

this sad poem is about the paradox that exists between thought and emotion. 


narrow voices chase the silence. the ambivalent economy of barren choices.

the world is a ghost. we are its skeleton.

wild animals tamed by their own expectations.

the colors rage. vengeful auditors of time's tepid calculations. 

numbers laugh like swollen monsters. selling their stories with a grin and roar.

her skin is weighted. her eyes are stones.

memory is a prison made of all windows and no doors.


Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poetry

alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is a about the frailty of humanity's power. 


the world gives us different names. empty identities that betray our faces.

the world purchases our voices. dirty pennies in the fists of strangers.

touch is an architect. building everything from nothing.

we are curious carpenters. dressed in crumbling walls.

spent quickly. by both the wolves and the lambs.

the truth is a disease for which only grief is the cure.

we are inadequate gods. in a dilapidated utopia.

stubborn engineers. chasing the remnants of tomorrow.


Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poetry

alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is about the evolution of intimacy.


time comes in cuts and bruises. the stale anthropology of why. we swerve. untethered projectiles. 

the atoms tally their electrons. the random arithmetic of dubious accountants.

we turn on a fickle axis. orbiting distant and indifferent stars.

time draws its pictures. a desolate artist. a callous muse.

we bite the wind. starved for conflict.

our words slither quietly through choice's tall grass. as flesh collides. 

the geometry presses against our skin. the weight of time blurs our edges.

we touch. in stutters and stabs. all wrong answers. to a series of questions yet to be asked. 

Filed under: Sad Poetry October 2024

 this sad poem is about change.

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borrowed eyes search for words in the silence. stilted choices build their slender bridges. familiar villains charm our panic.

the names are mutable. the faces are lies.

tender glances challenge the void. while unpicked fruit rots on its branches. 

time slips out of its gown as the party trundles forward. a humble apocalypse. an obvious surrender.

the distance exhales. eager to breathe again.

dirty lips form their promises. the lingering deficit of impotent primates. 

the body is a merchant. it sells what it can.

touch is its profit. love is its debt. 

shaking fingers draw their lines. until everything is divided. 

chafed skin throws off its sparks. until we are overtaken by the flames.

Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poetry

alcoholicpoet.com

A sad poem about the passage of time. 

negotiate the withered thorns.
the frail geometry of lingering scabs.
absent arbiters stumble toward vacant Edens. 

the story whispers of deceit. 
thin shadows lurking in the grin of gravity. 

our masks are soft as we peel them away from our faces.
our pockets are empty as we search for the familiar. 

change chokes on the remains of our grief. 
choice cuts with a jagged blade. 

time counts our pennies as we make our wishes.
lambs in wolf's clothing.
sipping the blood. 

we lay down quietly. in truth's soiled bed. 
and pretend to believe. 

Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poetry

alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is about the humility of choice. 

the machine was quiet as we left it to idle. a slender bridge. a gaunt stick. in a contentious autonomy.

small corridors choke on the galloping distance.

the bite of tomorrow. swift and acerbic. the glory of time's slow apocalypse.

tally the dead. ignore the living.

the engine is ours to manipulate. the foul sum of consent. trust's breath on the windows. as the atoms whisper their lies.

 skin like fire. touch like pouring rain.

the box is still closed. the question still squirming inside of it. 

the answer.  a single dose of poison we've yet to taste. 

Filed under: October 2024 Poetry

created by alcoholicpoet

this poem tells the story of the frailties that make us strong. 

the temperament of intimacy is an isolated equation. thick with tears and soot.

touch is a contract. filthy with choices.

our past walks in front of us. our bodies all jagged bits of catastrophe. left behind by strangers in familiar skins.

the crux of time is in its debt to us. an eternal bargain struck between capitulation and defiance.

we tie our knots in the throat of tomorrow. grinning as it struggles to breathe.

the truth is just a sum. a broken protagonist in a tale without an ending.

we break and twist. helplessly tethered to this rotting flesh.  frantically touching each other in a perpetual series of promises almost kept. 

we are the only real gods. harvesting life from all that we've lost. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poems. 

alcoholicpoet.com

the angle of trust is dependent upon the trajectory of skin.

touch stumbles through its math. distance devours the remainder.

we clutch the pieces. imagining the whole. frail predators gnawing on empty bones.

time crawls out of its skin. a charlatan in sweet smelling robes.

life presses itself against the glass. but the truth refuses to let it in.

we're only a scratch on the face of eternity. that barely bleeds.

the wolf quivers in his hunt. salivating at the thought of the kill.

but his prey is evolving. learning. his weaknesses.

his earnest claws an impotent artifact.

his once ample fangs, dulled by time. 

Filed under: September 2024 Poetry

created by alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is about the evolution of self and/or the lack thereof. 

 time bites its lip as it begins to speak. still corrupted by yesterday's idling engines.

their bodies like templates. pieces and puzzles to be solved. in the brutal hierarchy of touch.

our eyes steal moments from the abyss. our voices cut meat from their corpses.

the truth is tender. everything else is sharp. survival is merciless.

the days count us as we fumble through the fog. eyes wide, still unwilling to see.

gravity simmers inside us. patiently waiting for us to reach the edge. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poetry. 

alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is about the changes that define us. 

 the exit scolds her as she attempts her escape. time tumbles. all falling leaves and papercuts. the darkness quietly clings to its remaining spark. even as the winter devours the flame. 

choices are fertile. skin is like gallows. someone will hang today. 

the world is tender. half eaten meat. and the animals are voracious. 

the storm is timid. unsure of its strength. 

but the sky is earnest. and the soil is ambivalent. 

her touch is shallow as she pretends to trust the game. 

her pieces are scattered. as she continues to maneuver them.

no longer interested in winning. 

wearing each puzzle like a new face. 

while all the world becomes a stranger. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poetry

alcoholicpoet.com

This poem is about knowing yourself in spite of how others may perceive you. 

 louder than i remember it. quieter than it's ever been. thieves in plastic masks. wearing smiles made of skin. 

the edge kept pushing long after we'd fallen. 

the lies held their breath. the zippers sharpened their teeth.

we were counting out loud. as if someone was listening.

the sky fell. just as we knew it would.

we pretended to know. because that was our only defense.

collecting the buttons as the machine fell apart.

imagining someday the puzzle could be solved.

little dolls spent by catastrophe.

flaunting themselves in dirty dresses that never fit quite right. 

Filed under: September 2024 Poetry