I don’t like to think about the things they think they know Cause they won’t ever know about the things I like to think Perhaps my methods madness, you might be right. So? Patience is a virtue; can someone hold my drink? 3 years ago I sacrificed my one true life to words Now as … More Plans
Why does it seem like I’m treading on ice? It could all come crashing down yet the feeling’s so nice Each time I come back is another relapse The high is so great but just ends in collapse The pain isn’t caused by the places you’ve been The pain that’s the worst is the … More Make Believe
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
Come close, softly whisper all the secrets in your mind What’s buried in its darkest depths, shrouded and confined? Until the veil is lifted and what’s hidden is exposed No one knows just who you are; the truth is undisclosed So many fail to understand, refuse to comprehend Ignoring harsh reality for a world … More Piece of Mind
I’m on a lifelong mission, I’d be remiss not to admit But every now and then I say enough of all this shit Why don’t I let my fixed hair down and pour myself a drink? You know what? Let me take that back. I’ll pour several, I think Tonight I shall forget the … More Lighten TF Up
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
Ripples, I see down below The waves are moving, soft and slow Like zephyrs, gently drifting through The water’s stillness calms and soothes I cast a rock into its deeps Watch it sink as this willow weeps I see the first bright evening star Across the lake, the trees afar The coast adorns a bright … More Ripples
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
91 At 91, Gladys sips bourbon from her grandmother’s floral teacup. It’s eleven in the morning. The teacup shakes slightly in her veined, big-knuckled hand. The saucer clinks several times as she sets it down. She’s given up reading the newspaper because her eyes are shot and she feels reading glasses are gauche. Instead of … More 91 (A Short Story by Josh Jones)
Thought. It is such a curious concept. It exists behind everything. Every single action, every single behavior, every single thing we do is motivated by thought, whether conscious or not. Breathing, for example. Do you think every time you take a breath? I think not. And yet you do it. I am having difficulty compartmentalizing … More The Answer: 2
How the World Should Work 