jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

Pensive Percolation

Pensive Percolation

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Pensive Percolation i sip morning dark thoughts, hold the sunlight, clouds curdle in the deep of the cup thoughts of you bur..
attic conversations

attic conversations

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


attic conversations the upstairs in my heart is riddled with boxed up emotions dusty denotations literal languishing in ..
a not too novel concept

a not too novel concept

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a not too novel concept intelligence can be binding especially if it is the book kind a word for word life confinement impri..
the ceiling of pain

the ceiling of pain

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the ceiling of pain a torrid of pinpricks the clouds leak insomnia tears sorrow never sleeps and we become the cushion for..
Creation's Circumstance

Creation's Circumstance

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Creation's Circumstance i met your skin last night an evolution of chemicals ignited my heart into fallible explosion a..
of Peaked Interest

of Peaked Interest

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


of Peaked Interest egocentric ratings top of the chart charisma prideful reunion of amazement and delusion resolution to c..
non-stretch material

non-stretch material

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


non-stretch material my heart is a cross dresser--- longs to wear your love but the tight fitting fabric of its pulse is sti..
Put this in your Writer's Block and Smoke it

Put this in your Writer's Block and Smoke it

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Put this in your Writer's Block and Smoke it inducted into the bad poets Hall of Fame i gave my acceptance speech a long, long..
On the Wrong Writer's Block at the Wrong Time

On the Wrong Writer's Block at the Wrong Time

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


On the Wrong Writer's Block at the Wrong Time there were innocent poets walking down the street not the best neighborhood to be in ..
A kind of Independence, Certainly not Celebrated

A kind of Independence, Certainly not Celebrated

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


A kind of Independence, Certainly not Celebrated this poem has no title no words, no reason to exist other than to express w..