********** Important Disclaimer This poem addresses depression, and more specifically, suicide. It is meant only as an expression of art, and should not be taken in any real-life context. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or tendencies, there are many resources that can help. National Suicide Prevention # 1-800-273-8255 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ ********** Wish I wish I … More Wish
Majestic Mr Baxter He’s back, and don’t you know His paws, they hide in this car ride As he waits to steal the show See, we’ve discussed how we must trust This pup, for up is down And backwards god is dog, I say When written in this town Some may scoff, but they’re just … More I Heard That!
I pen through pain so much it seems, write on my regret I mull my mind for cheerful lines but sometimes they’re all I get I see the light, it’s there I know; still slightly out of reach As I forge forward on this path to practice what I preach Perhaps Pain is my jailer, … More Mindful Masochist
“Come see me,” said the mother To the daughter, on the phone “I will,” the daughter told the mother “It’s just the timings off, you know?” Two weeks later, ‘twas a man A drunkard in his car He hit the mother, going ninety With the daughter still afar A final image met Mom’s eye Trapped … More Tomorrow
Tiny little minnow, floating during day Tiny little minnow, wassat I hear you say? Tiny little minnow, soaking up the sun Tiny little minnow, having so much fun! I watch from high up in the sky, is it a her or is it him? I cannot tell, why? Oh well, I have not seen it … More Tiny Little –
Well, the short answer is probably that most folks who suggest such things get offed quicker than Princess Peach on Super Smash Brothers. But honestly, the dialogue does deserve some attention. See, human civilization has basically been one never-ending experiment. We tend to view the world from the lens in which we’ve been given, but … More Why Isn’t This Being Discussed More?
Father, please forgive us We know not what we do We’re lost right now and yet somehow We still reach out to you Perhaps it’s desperation A required, soft respite No matter case, look at my face You’re needed now, tonight Your creation got creative It took hold of the reigns And yet I fear … More Father, Forgive
Late one night, on the latest of one nights, it was obnoxiously loud on Facebook Avenue. As always. Avatar after stupid avatar was bickering and fighting, probably about Trump even though he’s late news, and nobody could get to freaking sleep. So one dude, brilliantly, said to himself: “You know what? Fuck this. I’m out. … More A Stroll Down Facebook Avenue
Mr. Baxter loves car rides He hops inside and then he hides Below his blanket, I see a claw Coming from his tiny paw I turn the key and we’re like “vroom” He has his seat and all that room Laying down, his head held low Until I open the window He pops right up, … More Car Rides
Majestic Mr. Baxter Looking at His lands Loving all the people Created by pawhands He princes and He prances As He watches human dances A lovely ballerina Sees, says “I shall let” After all, it was His gall To invent the pirouette It was this Dog that made it all The them, the you, the … More The Backwards
Human behavior has become my interest, it’s no secret. Its fun to look out at the world and see what reality we’ve crafted for ourselves. Here’s one I recently realized that made me laugh. The pants dance. Yes, the battle of the sexes has been waged since the dawn of time (thanks a lot, Eve….jk … More The Pants Dance
Many tales I have to tell This one, friends, this one’s of Hell Not the Hell the Bible sells This Hell, well, this Hell’s a smell Many men had walked this land Before inventing the trash can I wonder why? It’s simple, so Just take your trash, and in it goes Anyway, this smell I … More Improvise and Adapt
You’ve moved on, yeah? You’re happy now I’m glad for you And yet, somehow Memories still fill my mind The good, the bad, the happy kind You may not still think of me But I have not forgotten, see Every love, they make their mark They light up thoughts when things get dark A laugh, … More New Leaves
“So if you wanna call me baby Ya know I’m not so sure that it would do us good Sometimes we try to change things But the more we try to change, the more they just stay the same” That’s a quote from Down Dexter I’ve never wanted to next her Trying to figure things … More Full Grown
I’m going to begin this with a poem I wrote a few years ago, because it lays out the context of what I’m about to write. Also, I want to acknowledge that I got the idea to write this after watching a documentary on Amazon Prime called The First War for Western Civilization. Want to … More Gratitude to the Greeks: The Birth of Democracy
Such sadness can we all relate When viewing how things are of late Right or left, red or blue It does not matter, for I am you You are me, we disagree And at the end, can’t you see? There is nothing to regret We simply are just human, yet For some reason we can’t … More The Human Condition
Hello, little Griffin Right now you’re just a piffin But you do the things your mom tells you And you’ll put up a fight That’s right, my little man Listen to your mom and dad And they’ll show you things you’ll do that keep us up at night The winder and the finder and the … More Hello, Little Griffin
I don’t know how to say this right But you’ve been on my mind all night My thoughts, well I can’t think them through Because, you see, they’re all on you I know that I have waited for The perfect thing behind that door A lock. A key. A wedding dress. The things I think … More Confused
Stop the train of thought which says that you and I are enemies All it is is propaganda, put out by these entities Entities of power, wealth, falsely feigning jealousies Sitting back and watching as we fight and commit felonies Stop Right now You have the chance to do it They’re using you, abusing you, … More Stop This Train
You never wreck my to go box When I leave you in the car When we’re at the puppy park You never stray too far You learn new tricks At nine clock ticks I don’t know how you do it, bro You’re so dang cute You play the flute? I gave that up so long … More An Ode to Mr Baxter
