Am I crazy? Probably But let’s keep that ‘tween you and me Sure, I think – I think a lot I think and think and think and think and tie my brain into a knot Maybe I’m supposed to think about the things the news tells me Maybe I’m supposed to think about what gets … More Am I Crazy?
I’d like to take a moment to discuss the concept of “haters”. Because I believe I have figured something out that makes a lot more sense to me now than it did years ago when I just got started into writing stuff. Human beings are animals. I think we can all come to terms with … More Haters, Explained
A lot of people lie and say they like me when they don’t but if you think I’ll ever care I’ll tell you here and now, I won’t Spare me all the arguments and save all your complaints because caring what the haters say won’t mend my mind, it taints I’ve got nothing to conceal … More You Mad?
Nothing rips my brain apart like not having a peace of mind I look and see and search and plea and always seem to try and find Constant balance, but I can’t, I fear I’m cursed to be the kind That never sees the silent seas I seek to see and sail behind Purpose passes … More Finding Purpose
Welcome to the melancholy mansion that makes up my mind Watch your step when walking in, the doors will close themselves behind This house don’t like it when the people come and watch and look within. The floors all creak and make knees weak when falsehoods enter with their sin No ones bested one mere … More Welcome
Devices that are literary, I sent to them a day’s invite. RSVP has been unclear, I don’t know who I expect tonight. Maybe we’ll be joined by awe-inspiring Alliteration. Always assuming at the alter that it’s allowed to join our station When he arrives, I’ll check the door. For I’ve been waiting, Metaphor. Join us … More Steward of the Written Word
Try your hardest, just to fail Try to straighten each bent nail Is it the wood or nail that’s wrong? Or has it been you, all along? Perhaps the things you thought could be Are nothing more than fantasy Maybe the things you chase aren’t real At least, that’s how the rest all feel It … More Until the End
I am not who I was before The man ‘twas me I so deplore He’s hanging, cuffed, and sins no more Locked deep behind my closet door In darkness he now dwells, alone His mem’ry cuts straight to the bone It weighs me down like rock and stone And hates that I’ve, at last, outgrown … More Within
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
You know, dear Ms. Park I did truly embark At first, on this little poem On the weather I wrote, As agreed when we spoke But then…a cute garden gnome Wait, what? You might say ‘Cause no sense did that make But stay with me, for I shall explain As I was driving to … More From Whence They Met
The hours late I close the gate My shutters, clasp and lock I ring the bell Fill my inkwell And glance, toward the clock An evening chill It greets my quill As letters join, to words The only sound Which can be found Is chirping, of the birds My thoughts now … More How I Write
Hello again my people! Tonight we talk of change You all know what I speak of That dreaded dating game Gone, those days of wonder Where in stomachs, wings would flap But butterflies are gone now Their place, a shallow app Sigh…rather than depress you And speak the truth today Instead I’ll joke about it … More Modern Dating
There are times that we quit We wrestle, and fit As we call our hard lives but a strife We get caught in the past Or get told we won’t last And we wish for a bullet or knife My friends, let it go Just take this life slow Remember one thing, most of all … More The Meaning of Life
Quietly swimming, all alone Through a sea of madness and blue A tiny creature sighs to itself And wishes it’s dreams would come true “What’s wrong?” You might ask “What makes this fish sad?” “Oh why does this creature feel blue?” It’s simple, my friend This fish is alone Just one, out looking for two … More Mr. Puggle Fish
King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6
I’d like to try a thought experiment. This might be weird; but just bear with me. You’ll need to pay very close attention to the things you’re about to read. More importantly, you’ll need to truly, truly, visualize and imagine what I’m going to say. I want you to imagine yourself plugging your ears. Sound strange? … More I Want to Play a Game
“Hey, what was the name of that new girl again? You know, the brown haired Lenghornian with the exquisite…personality?” Back in Spam’s newly reconstructed Tower of Management, Will the Wolf ponders the assets of a Lenghornian newcomer with Chilian manservent, Quesadilla. “I know not, my Lord.” Quesadilla replies. “I am but a lowly Chilian. Our … More The Revolt Returns: 8
To our beloved co-worker Shannon, oh Shannon, where goes the time? Are you seriously entering year thirty-nine? I think it’d behoove you to look and go see If your card has arrived from AARP Today marks a day that we all often fear For every birthday adds yet one more year Not all that … More Happy Birthday Shannon!
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army We have taken refuge in Clarmont, the first safe village we crossed following our withdrawal. If one can even call it a village, that is. There is little more than battered huts and peasant farmers here. Far less than what one would deem an ideal location for which … More On the Eve: 3
Adalasia: First Entry July, 1943. Sicily. A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled … More Love & Loss