Black Dog

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Collaborative end-rhyme poem with poet Karlo Sevilla, whose work was previously published here in Grey Thoughts: he wrote the first stanza, and the second was penned by yours truly, a non-binary creative.

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…dog doesn't bark; I've heard it already.

Black dog doesn't bite; the marks are still here.

What black dog does is peer

six feet above me.

II.

black dog tousles up the sheets it ain’t allowed on

black dog keeps me up at midnight, gets its loud on

black dog, white tricks, gotta teach em daily

black dog doesn’t bark, six feet above


By Henrie Diosa Jimenez

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Hubrisious

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I've been depressed lately, and I ended up writing this poem.

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…so ahead, and it does

get into my head.


Seems it was only yesterday

when they shoved me down

this pit, and shoveled shovel

upon shovel of grassy dirt

down my catatonic shell.

But now they're all

eating my dust,

and they're all

out of my sight.

They can't catch me now

at my stage of…

By Karlo Sevilla


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Feelings

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Written from a hole I was not sure I would ever get out of.

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…is the spark I think I see

In others, but don’t see in me

The taste of smiles, life’s joyous zest

Why can’t I feel like all the rest?

I play my part, no understudy,

Unending search for friend or buddy

Vicarious scenes from other’s lives

A few brief sparks, my soul derives.

At times I weep, no point or thought

Perhaps from deeds I’ve done or wrought

And yet with life, I can’t connect

Emotions viewed quite circumspect.

As others’ feelings generate

I search within, a rising hate

The inability to show concern

Deep feelings aren’t a thing to…


By James Geehring

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