jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

the little shop of second hand emotions

the little shop of second hand emotions

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the little shop of second hand emotions you drive me to pleasant insanity, a cuckoo conundrum i am significantly consigned to ..
a flurry of ink

a flurry of ink

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a flurry of ink first thought of you interrogative, questions, if approached, asked for a moment would the answer be yes? ..
Nightly News

Nightly News

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Nightly News we have become comrades out of arms colleagues of unrest, friends of indifference, i smoke my pipe, sip a beer ..
the paradox of fairy tales

the paradox of fairy tales

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the paradox of fairy tales bedtime stories rush like waterfalls into adolescence surprise endings cause consternation shot..
full time contracts are becoming like extinct breakfast cereals

full time contracts are becoming like extinct brea..

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


full time contracts are becoming like extinct breakfast cereals adjunct interest playing for keeps at little cost payment rendere..
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the call

the call

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the call you are guilty of encroachment--- making your move too soon but your only penalty will be kisses under the watchful ..
between the covers

between the covers

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


between the covers fictional love, characters plausible they develop, endings coincide with hearts for life, real lo..
Alcatraz of the Mind

Alcatraz of the Mind

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Alcatraz of the Mind incarcerated emotions white haired jailbird writes the same thing day after day with his chalked will ..
the climb, the finding

the climb, the finding

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the climb, the finding i feel a snowy search transmitting thoughts, i hope he touches them knows i am right there at the bot..
brush fire

brush fire

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


brush fire in the wilderness of the mind the lost find solace in a brush of brevity when thoughts come and go like a newsreel t..