Logan's Poems

This ray of sun illuminates all senses Every pore opens up to the wind brushing against it My fibers tingle and my brain waves mingle into complacent numbness I haven’t felt this serene in a while I even feel the stressful-nuisance named acne fading away I feel healthier now, more so than ever... Sign in to see full entry.

Love and Happiness Desire gleams on your eyes Like moonlight over ponds. Their ferocity imposed on tranquility Becomes what I have been missing I knew it was you- From the moment I met you. I knew it was you- From the second I held you. I knew it was you- From the very first kiss. I know that its... Sign in to see full entry.

Associate yourself most in a way that incorporates youth And become overjoyed within the blending of wisdom. Stay who you are, As knowledge and temptation question your being. For after all, Self- destruction is a glass best served cold. Locate your desires deep in your soul Then attempt and retry... Sign in to see full entry.

Mom, I don’t think I’ve ever written you a poem, so a letter will have to suffice. I’d put it in the form of poetry except my feelings for you are so broad and expansive- I’ll be honest and say that I’m intimidated to even attempt gathering and inputting them into a poem for you. Mother’s Day is the... Sign in to see full entry.

Nature as an Alternative Logan Randall Orange-red, and pink-purple cascade into sky blue, While thoughts swirl with the vision of you. I see this solitary star that resembles your ferocity I feel the wind and revel in the scent of your hair A twitch in my hand comes with the prick of the needle. A... Sign in to see full entry.

Untitled Logan Randall My heart is thundering; hoof beats on a racetrack And my mind is racing; ways to get you back. You found me wandering in a storm so severe A friendly smile is all I wanted. Grace shined down that day, When you came into view. Fears melted away; lava against Oceans And hopes... Sign in to see full entry.

It’s when you sit in the shower long after the water has gone cold listening to the same sad song that’s been on repeat for the past forty five minutes. You lock the door to keep people and reality away. You close your eyes trying desperately to remember the last time you were truly happy. The water... Sign in to see full entry.

The Widower Logan Randall A Widower and his three sons went out for a day to a creek one Saturday afternoon. The rocks that bordered the small creek were smooth with years of a strong current’s flow. The Father had come here many times with his majestic wife, but he didn’t have the courage to come... Sign in to see full entry.

Untitled Logan Randall So here I sit at another lonely bar, However this time in Venezia With a French brandy at my lips my mind clouds With absolute depression. 2007 is coming to a close What have I accomplished? What do I have to show from this year? A wrecked car in the Canadian Yukon, My life... Sign in to see full entry.

Falling on Deaf Ears Logan Randall What’s the point of free speech? No one uses it to the fullest potential, And no one listens when it is rarely spoken. So what’s the point? Are the deaf ears voluntary? That is; do people just not want to open their ears? It surrounds them every day. The outspoken... Sign in to see full entry.