Shitty Poems:

January brings home to me
A newness beyond just the time of the year.
Clouds have parted in ways I thought never to see;
Things are, in this moment, like i never imagined them to be.
A cardinal alights on a chair.
The world is transcendentally fair.

I speaks, and she just doesn’t hear.
It’s a novel dynamic that sings in the air.
I half expect God, full in light, to appear.
Yet I wonder inside: could I still shed a tear?
I’m not good, but it’s strange to feel free
When I grew from that uncertainty.

There’s no other time to compare
When Fate’s coin spun with such possibility.
I know it must fall but I cannot know where.
But I’ll muse on my hopes while I watch for the snare.
And for now: the car’s off, not in gear.
I’ll just wait and sit here.


I walk an empty street
Beneath a light-polluted sky
Not a star to be seen
When first I look up high

within dark, lonely cloud
A white light does emerge
But when I place my hand to it
I feel no want nor urge

At night I do not dream—
The spark is all but dead
Of curiosity
That once beamed in my head

Beyond the man-made shroud
I swear the stars still live
But in my heart I fear
We’ve squandered God’s best gift