Author: Charleston Poets


If the man in the mirror 
Doesn’t look towards
The one who made
The man and the mirror

He’ll never understand
The man or the mirror
For the mirror is a man
But the man is not the mirror

And so it goes
That he looks without noting
Admiring a man
While ignoring his quoting

For what will he gain
By loving this face
But a bag full of wrinkles
When he finishes his race

Was it the man
Or was it the mirror
Who refused to reflect
And make these things clearer

“Hamilton’s Daughter” by J. A. Carlos

The gaze I set upon your face.
The way I wish for your embrace.
The best of joy for you I pray,
I hope to give more some day

If nature wishes you my way
My arms will keep you, tenderly
Of purest heart, and soundest mind
My dearest angel, will you be mine?

“Mary Shelly’s Moth” By J. A. Carlos

Before my breath,
in cold delight
Sits the girl as dark as night
In peckish heat,
and tender light
I feel her lips pressed on mine
If sparks did fly
they had resigned
The pitch fork broke
Our sacred hope,
The people spoke
And hate my kind
the ones who love,
no matter why.

“The destiny of a lonely writer” by J. A. Carlos

If I knew I’d die at the end
I’d cry at the end
I’d die for my sin
At the end of a pen
Would I try it again?
Devise it again?
Revise the way it ends
or leave it just the way it is?
Well I’d be lying if I said:
“I’d change it all again
I’d be a different man
And make it right all in the end”
Cause I’m as sick as they can get
I will never ever quit
I will burn them at the stick
And laugh while screaming to the pit.

“The Mindhunter’s Doctor” by J. A. Carlos

Dear missis Alison
I am writing you this letter
In the hopes that you feel better
I heard you quit your job forever
For what I said back in December
And I hope you know I never
Would’ve wished this for you ever

I forgot to call you doctor
But it in pen so I’ll keep onward
Please come back and take my offer
I won’t touch you or be awkward
I won’t romance or speak improper
So could you please still be my doctor

Sincerely yours,
Patient 37

She was god
Tsunamis flowers while she walked
gentle touch
through the heart
what made you king of the galaxy.

So broken heaven in the paddles
in her life with my dreams made the love
Pure and beautiful
was everything else.

Smile, laugh, and kisses
in the repeat shuffle.

She was happy so we broke
her husband didn’t want to divorce

Would be known as fairy tale
for ten years she gave me hope
and never chance
like a catfish
Collect those poems as trophies go
,,oh dear I love you more.,,

Well played honey bee
Sucks his dick like it was me
She saved the whole family

Clap the hands I meet a Brooke
She made her trash with every look

The wheel turned a little bit
They’re in hell and I’m free

Walk away pretend I don’t exist.
Don’t acknowledge my presence.
Deny chemistry ever happened
as if we were never friends.

Ignore text messages and phone calls
I’ll regret the pain I caused.
Wait for her to come around;
have faith though it’s been a while.

Pray to God ask for a sign…

Walk away pretend he doesn’t exist.
Don’t acknowledge his presence.
Deny chemistry ever happened
as if she’s not with him.

Despise him and her holding hands.
Scoff at their wedding bands.
Wait for her to come around;
have faith though it’s been a while.

Keep holding on for dear life…

I stare out the window, and I see cloud 9…



Success is constantly running through my mind…

Whether it’s Family…


Or Networking…

I’m consistently on the grind…

My everyday goal is to try my best to stay ahead of time…

Due to my position from behind the starting line…

No handouts…

No silver or wooden spoon…

But with God on my side,

I just knew that I would do just fine…

“Due to my position from behind the starting line”…

I’ve been aiming towards the sky,

More specifically,

That silver line…

I can easily settle for LESS,

and be content with a simple mind…

But because of my HEART,

I have other HEARTS,

that I want to see happy besides MINE…

I started this race from behind the starting lines,

Now I have visions on top of 

Cloud NINE!

-Trey Hill

She said “we’re different”, & I gave her this look only to say “how”, she said “were from completely different places”, Simply told her “it don’t matter if our bodies speak the same language” she started laughing & replied with “what you mean”

Let me explain oh goddess of everything pure & beautiful.

See, I could speak to thy body till its speaks in tongues or with a kiss thts whisper to thy soul till your bell is rung, “daddies home”, gasping for air like you need a respirator, this touch creates more then goose bumps, it’ll speak to your lungs.

Tryna put you under like im the hammer & you the nail or you vampire & im the slayer.

You bite me but Ima slay you.

Toes would curl up like I’m inside but im really on your back side, kissing down ya spine, speaking to your insides
Hours after I’m gone but you’ll be craving me, the way I speak to thy stomach, “oh daddy fill me till I want no more”

She said “so this physical.”

I replied “baby this is deeper than the skin.

Let me speak to thy mind, everything else will surely fall with time. I have the deepest desire to be deep within thee. Let’s talk politics & human nature, to science & religion. Or we could sit & gaze in to each other eyes for hours. Oh my what a vision, or sight.

I know tht might, not make sense but.. let me explain, iight .

Vision is what you see in the long run while one fights his current sight. & As i gaze into your eyes your beauty captivates me but within I see a vision. a young man on a mission, this mission includes capturing all of God treasures, while his life is what he risking. Yet he battles & he fight & he fights & battles. Only to reach the treasure he stood baffled. Surrounded by all of Gods glory & untold riches, there stood only one object in the middle. Center stage & bright lights. It was God’s angel. Covered in blood & while his whole body ached, he rushed to her feet, still standing in awe he humbly kneeled surrendering to her might. Because in this room full gold & treasure. She was the one thing that could change his life.

Now do you understand?

I often wonder where this journey is taking me…
I have so many distant memories…
And I truly miss the unity of family…
Since birth, I’ve been acquainted with sacrificing…
I just pray I discover, and fulfill my destiny!!!
-Trey Hill

Of the angels I clipped her wings.
I lured her away from cloud
She and I encased in a bubble
on the crescent moon
where we cuddled.
Every kiss an equal reaction,
an exchange
of energies
so familiar…

Yet and still brand new…

This was us in the Garden of Eden
indulging in the forbidden fruit.
Judgment day would find us,
we’d have to answer
for our transgressions.
Bow before the king of kings.
Ask for his grace and mercy.
Lord knows if I could
I’d do it
all over

Nursing beer and troubles on my porch
with this corncob packed and lit,
when a rumble of thunder
in the southern summer
gives my thoughts a short respite.
Rain drips from the eaves
to the floor, where it leaves
soft patters like tapping fingers.
Breeze picks up, snuffs my match;
now in darkness I watch
eerie lights start to circle and linger.
Green will o’ the wisps
why’d you come out tonight
to flirt beneath such stormy skies?
If you still pursue love
flouting death from above,
well, then no complaints have I.

Staring through a reflection of regret and broken dreams , desire is a spark flickering. It used to be a raging fire ; a conduit of energy. Between these pages I sought refuge, A sanctuary where my essence roamed freely, like wild horses in the Pryor Mountains of Montana. Nowadays I’m tethered to a ball and chain , boxed in. No date for release. No reason for relief.


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