Hello All,

I would like to issue a challenge to my readers. I would like my readers to give me a creative name for a made up city. Just like the challenge for the roads, your poem will be featured in a book. The category for these poems will be in “Borough Verses.” Dripping Insomnia is the first poem for this category.

Please have fun with it and looking forward to hearing your titles!

~ Braeden Michaels

She is a cloud of rage

She is a walking catastrophe

She is a laughing queef

She is a raging monster

She is a broken beast

She is a heartless pig

She is a disgusting human

She is a pile of excrement

She is a bleeding organ

She is a ignorant pissant


*Lou wanted me to use this word as a title of a poem. I will admit this was a challenge. I had to think a few days on how to use it.

I’ve cried

a thousand tears

I’ve walked

a million miles

I’ve bled

mountains of blood

I’ve feared

the darkest tale

I’ve broken

shining hearts

I’ve stolen

innocent kisses

I’ve borrowed

pockets of time

I’ve craved

unconditional love

I’ve needed

shadows of desire

I’ve ached

for the endangered light

I’ve wanted

someone to hear me

I felt his presence

at Hallelujah Crossing

If I had known

her heart was so delicate

I would have been gentle

If I had known

that I was immature

I would have been patient

If I had known

she would have changed

I would have stayed

If I had known

she would take her own life

I would have done things differently

If I had known

this would have changed me forever

I wouldn’t have done anything different


*Lady G had requested me to use this title as a poem.

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Yellow submarine taxis growl

Chauffeurs flipping the bird

Traffic jams six miles long

under a melodramatic sky

Hearts flutter and change rattles

Scent of Pizza and hot dogs

fill up the obscure potent air

Surrounding big city talkfest

Delighted with lipstick flirts

Walking by high dollar men

Staring at petty indifferences

Nonchalantly cursing

Engrossed with constant image

Consumed with the red lights

Unable to cherish or embrace

seconds of life on Broadway

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Blaring hardcore

Metal music rumbling

Guzzling down a fifth

of Jim Beam at

the snakeskin wheel

with her licking her

saturated lips in the

passenger seat

Scorching engine

Curbside flames

Gateway to the

magnificent underworld

Drenched in the

madness and her

lustrous eyes

Salivating on the

speed lane to hell

as lightning crashes

Aching for the bombshell’s

fingers on my

trembling knee

to release the

infernos tension

She’s worth the

impact and ashes

Meticulous he was

carefully methodical

speaking in monotone

Pulling the rope tighter

around her wrists and

tiny ankles in the

delusional basement

where rodents crawled

As he grinned at her

lifeless eyes

Sounds of pounding

on the front door

“We know who you are”

“We know who you have”

Entryway breaks

As police scatter

Mason’s dungeon

discovering the barely

breathing Melina

No one ever looks at

Buzzard Shadows Row

the same way

All of us thought we

knew Mason Bronson

Between the dead air

and the white noise

Insomnia has filled the

room like a stench

Clinging to the anniversary

and illuminating memories

Refusing to let them

go from my palm and from

my pumping heart

that is secluded in

a storm above a small

wild island

Inside my daughters eyes

streams of sadness forever

stare into grey

Park Place is just a street

Home was always with him

Waking up alone

surviving each day

with a ray of hope

I’m beautiful

I have so much to offer

I know where my heart lives

I fell in love

with a broken soul

I fell in love

with her sunrise and sunset

I fell in love

with her wild animation

I fell in love

with her wick and poison

I fell in love

with her sharp blade

I fell in love

with her sensuous magic

I fell in love

with her burnt threshold

I fell in love

with her over the top style

I fell in love

with her distorted image

I fell in love

with her scrapes and bruises

I fell in love

with her brightness and mind

I fell in love

with her alluring voice

But her words destroyed me

and left me in emptiness

on Cabrillo Avenue

Should I care enough

to acknowledge your existence

Do I care enough

to reply back to your nonsense

Should I care enough

to slap that grin off your devious face

Do I care enough

to raise my palm toward an empty man

Should I care enough

to not leave you penniless

Do I care enough

to take you to court

Should I care enough

to walk away from you

Do I care enough

about myself to make a decision

Should I care enough

about myself to leave you

*Marie had asked me to use this title for a poem.

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Wobbling limbs creep

Staggering blind

Snail like movements

Terrified to stare

into the rose ablaze

Trickling drops

of feathered gloom

Collapsing flashbacks

of serene love

Opening up the

rusty Oldsmobile

Plopping in the

drivers seat

Glancing to the right

Recognizing the sign

Reality Lane

The flood opened up

accepting my faults

No longer wondering

why she stormed out

the hellacious front door

Truth over shadows

the wounds and numbness

She left me

Because of me

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