Biography of Ethan Petersen
Red-Headed Scorpio and as entropic as the cliche. All i have to say is thank god for change, its consistency is the only reason i have to get out of bed in the morning and keep going when the day gets hard. Most of my poems were written the same day i put them up.
Ethan Petersen's Works:
Ethan Petersen Poems
Climbing Trees (Haiku)
Anorexia-Nervosa Noun 1. Loss of appetite via pathology or other psychic forces.
In The Fog
As the fog settles on top the restless land, I wonder if this is the fog of sleep. Does the earth need to rest? I would not be suprised, we place many toils on it.
Power an illusion that our lives are our own
Vocabulary Takes Over
Mouths spew endless streams of articulation Ears absorbing rabble and ruse indiscriminately Simple squall So mundane and effortless
Birds They fly free Living only to live Up above the clammouring world of men
Pearly pink slabs of living grey coiling around snaking every-which-way
Tree Of Liberty
In a dark moor The moon is red in the sky Bodies lie across the ground A field strewn with instruments of death
That friend that i lost long ago was the Yin to my Yang the body to my soul
I miss the days when i knew how to feel... I miss the days
Knives fly through the air Laced with venom Designed to wound But never fatal
I slumber in peace, Under the night-sky’s fleece, A faint glow to keep myself at ease, While I swim through the sleepy seas,
An omen lurks behind me I satisfy “Its” hunger and “It” retreats Only to return in new form “It” reaches out with shadowy hand and takes hold
Humans In Godshells
Some people walk around keeping themselves inside Wearing masks of perfection to help them hide Most see the seams – but I am blind