jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

There is no Red Badge of Courage here

There is no Red Badge of Courage here

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


There is no Red Badge of Courage here spread rumors we are a dying society hate is a whisper in all the ears of those who feel immu..
the unknown poet

the unknown poet

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the unknown poeti think i emerged extinctyesterday morningthe sun did not risebut turned in sorrowall my wordspirouetted into dustand no one remembere..
Plagiarist

Plagiarist

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Plagiaristbored linguisticseven my commas are running awayin ennuii have no adjectivesto retaliatejust passive verbsand lots of conjunctionsconnecting..
the current in a bottle

the current in a bottle

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the current in a bottle dip my bones in a love potion to rekindle the magic within that has lain dormant for so many years ..
the balance of a partner

the balance of a partner

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the balance of a partnerit's the dry seasonin between lovesin between touchfamine of heartit shrinks to a thumbprintwith no beatlike a song with no pu..
Turning Backwards

Turning Backwards

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Turning Backwardsold manin the infant's car seatstraggling the road of lifewith baby stepsdrinking aged wineby the bottletrying to find somethingin th..
the ones who brought us here

the ones who brought us here

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the ones who brought us herethe real ones passedyears agoblood thinnedskin deep postureshe was beautifulbut the gold insidewas fool'she captained the ..
the find

the find

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the findthey found human remainsin my heartwhen they dug upthe wordsconveyingwhat I once feltfor you.erin-cilberto9/1/24
Culture Shock

Culture Shock

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Culture Shocktender baby's breathlittle flowers assume existencerain quenches, nurtures birththey open themselves to the crueltyunable to reinsert int..
Irony's Assault

Irony's Assault

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Irony's Assault froth with rage at the empty page pounding the keys sounding less than sage coffee shivering stale bitter morn..