Change (for lack of better title) |
Written after watching a special on Allen Ginsberg. Feedback welcome, perspective is gained through multiple interpretations. Children of the changing timesYouths taken on hip high tripsStuck in the m...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Mon, 05 May 2008 03:31:00 PST |
Declesis Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 |
Declesis used to live in my old apt. buidling, he was as reclusive as they come. He was an interesting character and mysterious person, but now he's probably dead.Part oneLeft forlorn to r...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 07:05:00 PST |
To the man who lives behind the Graves |
This might continue...If nature knew greedThen surely the lot had bore the brunt-Tombstones lying with long forgotten namesIn what was once a cemetary.Roots creep up around the markersLike the hands o...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 10:07:00 PST |
One of Those Things |
This poem was brought on by a picture one of my fellow creative writing classmates took. http://slippinghalo.deviantart.com One of those things-These naked palms torn limb from limbHolding on th...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:07:00 PST |
The Story of a Dream |
this is something I haven't finished. But I intend to.
The sun shone brightly today as it poked through the stiff blinds and warmed my side. The tangled sheets seemed to lose their comfo...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:44:00 PST |
Demonomania |
Let me know if you think it lags in the middle.
He opened his eyes, blinked twice and stared at the ceiling of his room for half an hour. His mumbles are lost in ...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 11:07:00 PST |
Cracked |
This one ties in with Demonomania
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"He refuses to die, no matter what i do i just can't kill him!" He whispered almost inaudibly, so low he could barely make out his own ...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Bonfire |
Embers burning off wicked licksDance across sidelong glancesTo a song of crackling wood and laughter.The biting night conducts the sceneAs shy eyes fish for cozied stares,Trembling hands court in rest...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:49:00 PST |
Limp |
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This month i sprained both my ankles.Right twice, i winced and screamedin silenceunder brutal weight.Left hurt so bad iheard it crack-Left, Right, Left, Right-snap! Izombie-walkedtwo miles.Achi...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:47:00 PST |
Life Sentence |
Life is a sentence.Some are long,Others short.Some rely on othersFor understanding.A few stand out Above the rest,Alone, some are the best.Each held by history,Forming every page and chapterWhich in t...
Posted by Luis Isevil on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:40:00 PST |
