*Important Disclaimer* This poem addresses suicide, and in no way promotes the voluntary premature ending of one’s life. This is written with the sole purpose of reaching out to those who have struggled, to help them understand that there are countless others who relate. Despite what you may be going through, know that you are … More Farewell
Baxter Has a Bed Mr Baxter has a bed It’s magical, the God dogs said For he can take his bone, you hear? And make that thing just disappear How did you get that so tucked in? What sorcery is this? Such sin I gave the rawhide for your teeth But now it’s buried underneath? … More Baxter Has a Bed
Though you are gone, I won’t forget For you are still among us, yet Whispering your wise old words As I sit listening, among the birds I look to you. Look up, you see? I stand before you on my knee Grateful for the words you gave On how to love, how to behave Tacitus, … More We Are One
So many people, right and left Thinking they’re so bright and deft If you know what’s played, the game You know that they’re all the same One says this Two says that Both wear the same tattered hat “Here’s what I think!” “Shut him out!” “He knows not what he speaks about!” Politicians posing poised … More Exposure
The path ahead, it’s new, you see Things needn’t be the way they seem They won’t remain as such for long For we can write our own birdsong Soothing leaves, they drift with ease They ride on every autumn’s breeze Gently gliding to the edge They are reborn upon the ledge Destinations, far unknown When … More Birdsong
You may not know the things I do But that does not make them less true There are acts we all will do That do not beg for praise from you There are times we all are kind To hateful thoughts, we pay no mind We simply do what we’d expect If we were the … More The Waterfall
You can tell me that you’re woke and you can say that you’re a saint Take my mirror and this looking glass and see yourself – you ain’t Casting stones and broken bones, I would never wish upon You lost the game when you became a sick, disgusting pawn The eye you’re turning isn’t blind, … More Here’s to You, Hollywood
Seven billion people, spinning round and round and round He looks for you, she looks for me, but no one can be seen or found Why is that? Where are we? They all said they looked everywhere I’ll tell you friend, there’s nothing wrong, it’s cause we all live way out there Don’t be frightened, … More Once and for All, Goodnight
Convictions rest on strongest wills But why make mountains out of hills? Declaring war for stubborn sakes And making oceans out of lakes Despite the things you think you mean That’s not a river, it’s a stream The water’s current needs to slow Know you reap what things you sow These thoughts, they drift inside … More Cancel Culture
TRIGGER WARNING: this poem addresses suicide. It is an artistic way of relating to those who struggle, nothing more. It is my mind that is not honest If you asked, I didn’t want this I am fighting with my conscious So sorely do I need respite All the things that they have read Would any … More Goodnight
How the World Should Work 