Poet Whisperer Gentle now / whisper for the poet steeps Pretty as You Feel She caught herself this morning, / Cursing at herself. / She said you’re ugly, you’re so fat, / She said I hate myself. The Seeds Of The Desolate the seeds of the desolate / to sow doubt in their’s mind / to sow confusion / sow in ourselves blood / sow in our thoughts / the see… No Way Out He had been alone for so long now / He wasn’t sure if he could allow / Himself to trust another human / He didn’t know if he e… Desolate and Beautiful Molokai Desolate yet beautiful, Molokai mourns a past while simultaneously acting on a daring dream for tomorrow. State of Spirit At least not here / In this desolate place Continue? She cries in the silence of the night, / No tears, no sounds, no movement to betray her. / Her soul dies each night, hoping the day will br… Pupil of Hues Chilling orange winds / criple breathless lungs / in the midst of a dreary / autumn afternoon. / Cracks in the sidewalk / swallow the foots… HOMELESS All alone, sick and hungry / No way to live we’d all agree / Without a friend no one to care / She doesn’t live here she doesn&… The Lonely Place Desolate is The Lonely Place / Yet it is so filled with grace / As if it were just set aside / For those who want to hide / No one really w… Isle of Hidden Desolation I’m an inner shadow of an aberration I’ve come to abhor / As others shed their light of admiration for me in the outer facade t… Finding My Journey (Mature) This Desolate Place. Was it words unsaid? Or deeds not done? / Answers flood in, where no answers can fathom. A desolate beach Twisted trees and thorns / Stand guard at the entrance, / And cliffs hide from view / A secluded cove. / Rocks and deadwood / Like bones of… Roiling clouds of black disgust Roiling clouds of black disgust, / Slowly / Lurge their way across the desolate ground / Devoid of life Schrei Slight slow lines / walk fast for themselves, / I saw the world that surrounds me Don’t You Remember Seasons passed one by one / as I turned to say hello / to yesterday. The Light Clocks tick, dogs bark, / My hair grows longer by the day… ‘Moved-On’ It’s not that you don’t care anymore, / that stupidity or cowardice has taken you; / you’re simply sick to death, / of wh… Desolate The above title pretty much sums up the atmosphere around this place. During this time of year, here in Outer Banks, North Carolina, which … Damnation The lion stares with his cold dark eyes’ / a person shrivels when they die. The Writer He said he’d left college years before / to write his novel / and hitchhiked the country in search / of characters.