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
What if they died? What if that artist Who painted their works So great, yet shunned For personality quirks What if that singer Who hit impossible notes Wasn’t caught up in drama Or the brunt of your jokes What if you focused On content they write Instead of the bullshit The cheap and contrite Why … More What If They Died
It’s often that i see this If truth were to be told Despite the goal: inspire It turns warmth to bitter cold If ever you are struggling If ever you are down Remember they don’t matter And that words can’t bring you down For often will you hear, when You are looking far ahead That … More Forward
Frustrating, it is To retreat to the hole As you narrowly focus On your one, divine goal A life you desire Yet you know you can’t grasp As attentions diverted The white fence, it won’t last And how hard can it be When to God, you enlist When you tormentingly believe That He might not … More Become
There exists a place In fabled lore Where writers race Both rich and poor Some ask for tips Some say hello With wine-filled sips True colors show Some fight a lot They bitch and moan More oft’ than not They’re sad, alone And in this land The fun, I sing Is throwing sand And arguing … More The Writers Group
“Aw, yay!” The day after disposing the dead creature, the little girl is pleasantly surprised to see that two of her pets have had a baby. Standing over the dome with a wide grin on her face, she looks down at the two tiny creatures nurturing their teenie, fragile newborn. “Good job, you two! I … More For Better or Worse (Ch 3)
The focus settles, nestles in I sit here waiting, lights are dim And though I know what must be done I always feel that loaded gun The push to work, this call to act For naught fulfills a ghost’s contract Forever now, forever then, Armed with paper, bladed pen No fear of future, charge ahead … More Mission
Where my favorite people at? You folks know who I mean Calling weirdos, punks and nerds The strange, shy and obscene Come, together we shall join Embrace what others say Then smack their smugly normie face When they judge us for hearsay I say let ’em talk, don’t you? Let them follow all their “laws” … More Normal? I’m Not
Chivalrys dead! Or so it is said On this, I ponder quite long It’s really no chore Kindly holding your door Yet you glare, like something is wrong It’s fine! Some will sneer I’ll get it! They’ll jeer Independent, a woman am I Your help? I’ve no need These mouths, he shall feed Career driven, … More The Gentleman
Hello my friend! Please lend an ear A tale have I For you to hear Once upon A timely time A maiden lived Who loved to rhyme She’d sit outside As sun shined bright Observe the world And write and write Her rhymes were filled With love and fear And all the things From there … More Ms. Scribbler
How the World Should Work 