Poetry – Page 9 – Sharkey Speaks

but do you? (a short poem)

(“Always” truly means always, my dear) With a hint of sadness And human wonder It occurred to me then That perhaps we are all incapable Of truly understanding How deeply, how full Is another’s love for us. And yet, maybe not. Maybe it just takes a little more Than traditional human effort. A long shot…

the cheesiest (a rhyme)

I’m not a rhymer, nor one for cheesy patterns and attempted meter and shit, but this light-heartedness followed me and was just what I needed to contrast the heavier piece that will be tomorrow’s finish (a crafted thought on the topic of weighing self versus community, stimulated by something a student said today that went…

too open, honest – micropoems

(would be said) I. Trying not to think about How it feels at night Your skin, mine i. How good it feels To be so tied At the soul and mind Unbreakable ii. How lost then In silent bribe accepting To cut my tongue Sake of your peace II. I’ll never stop wanting To mimic…

poem published in print – read it online

While in Haiti for a month, I had my mail stopped and received it in bulk just the other day. Scouring through the many depressing bills, annoying credit offers, and miscellaneous other items that simply weren’t anything but an excuse to fund the US Postal system and our tree slaying ventures, I came across my…

because #blacklivesmatter (student work)

The most powerful thing I have the privilege of doing sometimes is being allowed and trusted enough into the lives of my students to have some very honest, open dialogues. There’s so much learned on both sides when there’s enough trust and care to be honest. These are just a handful of pledges my students…

forever my dream

Curled in my bed, clutching, I feel your arms slide up mine, and pull my hands away from my face as you creep gently over my body to kiss that troubled look you hate to see, grabbing tears before they’ve fallen, kissing every inch of me, chasing the pain out through my skin delivering the…

(because I was tired of your constant public reminders I was only almost beautiful)

A micropoem – – – I swallow the drinks he serves Like it’s your touch – The alcohol warms me in places Your kiss would have landed.

the way things are

So this is the part where we give up on dreams Realize adulthood means forfeiting hope And helping others do the same. This is where going through the motions Takes over like a venom, Paralysis in our smiles Speaking empty minds from the chamber Of life as functioned by musculoskeletal memory. This is the place…

oral sex – a micropoem

You speak ejaculate – Take care with where you spill your words, conceiving notions and ideas perhaps, you weren’t ready to see carried out.

I was only kindling to reignite your heart

I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…

idle writing

I reflect often, and as the year ends, I, more than ever, mentally recap the seasons. I find little coincidence the changes that occur in December, past and what will be, hold much weight. Just an idle piece of dabble. We stared into the sun together And spoke as though our sight would last forever,…