First of Many

My first poem to reveal is one my friends tell me is my best work.


I like to write sad and also romantic poetry. I am also a free style writer and love to write in free verse.


Ali always wonders why I can write so well and I always tell her I don't feel that I do. But you be the judge.

Reborn



Two A.M. and the sun is still setting,
Streaked red
While singing blue ribbons,
Punctured with gold in its corners.


Ashes to dust in the wind
As we blow away with our confessions,
While we are let down
Blaming no one but us.


Pale decisions
Becoming nothing more than atrophic
As shivering bones
Hit the wall.


The moon strikes the hour of six
And we are the phoenix
Of our undying birthday.

- By Justin Beebe

"A poet can survive everything but a misprint." ~Oscar Wilde