Petty? I shan’t think it’s so! I have this Monet, and Van Gogh Clearly, I appreciate The things the low class tends to hate! An eye for that which is so grand! Smaller brains won’t understand Yes, this is what I say to thee A peasant is but lesser me That means that I am … More Fury
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
NECESSARY I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s … More Necessary
Such sorrow do I feel For those who never knew My heart aches for the lost, unloved And pain that they’ve been through I’ve tasted life when sour I’ve sampled it when sweet True happiness, I tell you Is who we love and meet Let not the things around you Cloud judgment, nor your sight … More Nurture
Tell me what you’re feeling cause my heart just started healing and I’ve poured my very soul into the words on this page I need to understand you because I don’t want to go through all the things that locked my heart into a cold, dark cage I’ve tried so many times and I have … More Ours
Days of old I envy, much realer all these feelings were Now it seems it’s so fast-paced that every day and night’s a blur Heartfelt talks under the stars are now boxed into tiny screens And half the time when she’s not here I can’t tell what the message means Context comes when eyes … More Navigating
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
New to me, these feelings are I thought these thoughts all dwelled afar For years they have alluded me Now here, tonight, my soul’s set free Comparison: the theif of joy I’ve longed for this since just a boy I’ve watched, observed, the ones who love And always wished I’d rise above Such reservations I … More Feelings
“All real writers are published” Hang on a second, that statement’s wrong! What say you of bloggers, huh? Can poets not come tag along? “Ha! We scoff with tilted heads” “Real writers do those on the side” “We know that true art lies in sales” “For money validates our stride” “So please, a blogger? Some … More You Might Be A Writer If…
A damsel in distress she’s not, though nights are all besot with her Affection widely chased more than even gold, frankincense and myrrh Aged better than Venetian wine, smoother than a fine liqueur Treat her as the Queen she is: this maiden we call Literature Sought by many, caught by few, to court her … More Hard to Get
How the World Should Work 