A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
I’d like to highlight some things I’ve noticed since my absence from the gaming world. For context, the TL;DR version is that I’m thirty-three years old. In my twenties I was an extremely avid gamer. But at 27 my mother passed, and I gave up everything to pursue the writing career she always encouraged me … More To All Battle Royale Gamers
**DISCLAIMER** This poem addresses suicide. By reading any further, you acknowledge that this artwork does not promote suicide in any way, and is only meant as a creative endeavor. —————————– I write this, love, only for you. I want you to feel how I do. So many things have coursed my mind, never spoken, nor … More Remember Me
My closest friends, they’re here, I know Em, and Fitz, and Frost, and Poe They do not sit and dine with me They reside in my mind, you see We write, we wonder, work and play We converse every single day Whispers in the wind and skies The glint that’s deep inside my eyes … More My Idols
A Waste of Time How often do we fall for things that people say and do? How often do we wonder if the things they say are true? And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect What makes us … More A Waste of Time
A man enters a lonely room, we’ll call him Mr. Bad Another joins the other, Mr. Goodman, his comrade They act and play and do the things that all the people do And every time that Goodman wins folks’ love, Bad smiles too “Sure it’s great, I do not hate, for Goodman is the best!” … More The Good Die Young
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
In his right hand sat a rifle, pointing at his kin In the other there was powder, and it was meant for him Turn the clock back and these two brothers who had played Never would have seen this coming as they grew and aged What is it that we need? Why must we … More These Things Matter
“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…
We all know that athletes get highlight reels every week so we can see the coolest plays in a given sport in case we missed them. Well, I thought I’d show some love to the sportsmen/women of word-smithery. Anyone who’s read my work before is fully aware that I’m consumed (and possibly obsessive) over the … More Top 10 (Word) Plays
How the World Should Work 