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
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
Sweaty brow, aching back, home packed lunch and the sleepless nights That’s how things were done when people worked, reaching up for higher heights Dirt and grit, skin and bone, not a moment thrown into the waste Men would own up to the challenge, no obstacle they wouldn’t face Things got done, cities built, on … More Hide & Seek
It’s a fabulous night for a moon dance That’s what the stars shall say Twirl to my arms, they’re before you Awaiting to sweep you away Spinning in circles, directions unknown Its just you and just me on this floor Forget all the things on your conscience As tonight we both dance on the shore … More The Perfect Evening
Come my friend, its you, I know, that stands outside my Lake Chateau. I took a walk, just hours ago, and now I sit by this window. Please, my friend, I’ve something to show; come join me through the portico. Open the door – its unlocked, you know, and come share this fine, old, red … More My Lake Chateau
Grr Barker “Grr Barker! You have forgotten your vest-piece!” As the gigantic crowd gathering around the fairgrounds sits in anticipation of the Games, the magic-wielding mentor of Grr Barker, heir to the Bone, chases after the daring Prince holding a Leash of Armor in his hand. “Fear not, Squirrelin!” Grr Barker shouts back as he … More The Ward & the Bone: 2
How often do I lift my eyes, shake my head, sigh and realize that its all a pit of lows and occasional highs, an endless board that’s gamed by the wise. The ones who see it, so full of their lies, often sit back and laugh at the pitiful cries. The cries of the pure … More Coping Mechanisms
So many things in life I see, they’re happening all around me. The love, the kids, the joy I see; they sooth my heart and set me free. The warmth I feel when I emcee is cherished oh so fervently, and even when they disagree I only smile, lovingly. Under this Umbrella Tree sits my … More Alone
Alone in darkness, thoughts embark, and though this page displays my mark, nameless I shall now remain as embers’ heat begin to wane. Uncertainty is close behind, forever shrouding this dark mind. I fear I may have intertwined the light that shines so bright behind the madness in this room upstairs with other shapes; those … More My Biography
I want to share something with you. I want to share my perception of the thing that saved me from the dark halls through which, until recently, I was being forced to traverse. See, for the longest time I felt as if I’d been carrying a curse, as I walked through things as mundane as … More Writing, as it Relates to Me
You want to hear something funny that happened to me today? I hope you don’t say no, since I’m on the patio of my local town saloon, roughly six hours past high noon, aimlessly thinking as I stare up at the moon and writing these very words that I now recite for you. So if … More Make Drinks, Not Promises
Today a message came to me From one who reads my poetry The sender asked just how I write And how my ideas come to light He wanted help for what Block had caused Asked “How come your content’s never paused?” Tonight, my friend, I’ll heed your call And tell you how I break that … More Concept
How the World Should Work 