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
Monday, Friday Every day through the week Working, writing Never hanging with the weak Paying, my dues Those that came before me Same grind, same time Time off? Please that bores me No sir, no ma’am Sure, I talk politely At night? All night Writing, it consumes me Let’s take a break A break from … More My Life
The Battle Begins You think I like this? Dark nights but my lights are all on as my head splits? Look back at regret All the should that I could The times that I left The times that I cried The times that are lost The day that you died I hate it The pain … More The Battle Begins
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
It’s times such as these When you want to say please What more can I do? What else will appease? All you want is a pat Maybe “Hey, way to go” Or “I’m proud of you, son” “It’s hard work, that I know” But none of it fits Beyond all my wits I can’t do … More Family Ties
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
The gloves are off! It’s heating up And when you think They’ve said enough They bounce right back To add a punch A right, a left This scribbling bunch Some shout, some SCREAM! Yet others wait Through subtle pokes Their points, they bait Until they land That final blow When socks blow off And minds … More The Writers Marquee
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
Oh, won’t you just look How she swoons. Don’t you wish She’d just get her own room? That smug, prissy, pompous fish Ugh, all the glamour All the glint, all the glee Get over yourself, fishy You think you’re pretty? Ha! All we fish Swim around, making fun As you duck lip your way Thinking … More Jellyfish
How the World Should Work 