Guest post: Brandon Grimes.

December 16, 2013 § 1 Comment

Move the Moon

We use to get along use to see each other, feed each other

now we trying to defeat each other


Use to envision you being my kids mother

it ain’t even the same when we greet each other


Can’t even look me in my eyes when we see each other

you got so much pride but you’ll soon discover


You messed up a good thing, u was my heart string

a new life with my new life is down the drain


I put u on a pedestal I never did with a girl,

I’d move the move the moon just to give you the world


About the Author:

Brandon Grimes is a free-lance writer and avid poetry fanatic. He writes short stories, poems, top 10 posts for various niche industries across the country.



April 29, 2013 § 23 Comments

When the roof in a room leaks
somewhere a poem is written
out of longing, despair or helplessness.

But there will be no rain tonight.
The moon spreads through her window
tonight and covers her in sin.


May 6, 2012 § 17 Comments

The moon is not yet a cellblock
or somewhere to fly to.
On a good night it appears
to be embellished in the clouds like a huge diamond.
On a good night it flings its silver
onto the flung out torn out clothes of darkness.
On a good night it isn’t yellow,
its bright light surviving through the tree leaves that havent been burnt yet.
On a good night it isn’t a spot in the distant sky,
it is hope and love for lovers in some corner of the world.

Just as if nothing is wrong with
the world,
that cannot be mended by love.
Or magic.

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