Aaron Burnette : Writing

Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Eglantine roses married with milk daisies In a garland Meant for you Lays about your dresser Taking up hollow reservation. Writing down br..
Paper Heart Shredder

Paper Heart Shredder

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Tears of regret Cascade down this face. You neglect the fact, Focusing on ancient, pale scars of yours, Not considering mine, not even caring!..
Eve's Orchard

Eve\'s Orchard

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Sensing, Glaring, Torture to taste without touching. Ruby apples In a paradise orchard. Just inside the white, ivory gates. Forced into satis..
Eternity Of Winter

Eternity Of Winter

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


A glass ice statue, An angel with wings, Stands there stagnant, Blanketed in crystalline snow, Surrounded by silence, tranquility Hoping for th..
Eroded Boulders of Dreams

Eroded Boulders of Dreams

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


The red, hot, coal sun Simmered up above gray waters, Acquainting itself with cotton candy skies, Blowing passionate endearments to the Beac..
Look!  The Sun Empire Falls!

Look! The Sun Empire Falls!

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Sitting, writing my wrist off, Scribbling down synonym phrases, homonymned with rhyme. It's Boredom City here in this shadowed place. Out of no..
A Conformity Lesson

A Conformity Lesson

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Standing, facing the fork, Looking down one of two roads, Which the identicals walk, like zombies in cadence. Scratching my head as jagged, ano..
Optimists: Watch As Grandfather Clock's Bones Turn To Dust.

Optimists: Watch As Grandfather Clock\'s Bones Tur..

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


"You're wasting your time..." The words are repeated and echo... I swallow pathetic things which resemble tears. I smash an antique..
Silly Romantic...You're Lost; Sitting, Picking Petals In A Daisy Patch

Silly Romantic...You\\\'re Lost; Sitting, Picking ..

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


You'll never catch me Wear my heart on my sleeve Nor see the blood lines run Like Race Horses Down a lurid arm. Too many a time Do..
One Door Opens, Two Doors Close

One Door Opens, Two Doors Close

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


When I was younger, and ignorance was my game, I planted a Love Tree seed. Behind one closed door I built then and there. Now patience wa..

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