My pen transcends and makes amends it makes comments it makes common sense makes threats makes poems and makes applications it makes graffiti it makes signatures and makes autographs and makes plans and makes plots it makes sentences. My pen, my best friend, my weapon…
Category: Miscellaneous
One line poem
holding the shape of his bunion grandpa’s moccasins
10 PM – Leaving You (Thoughts on self love) Draft #2
My life shattered began, looking into the mirror. Bits of glass in my fists, reflection of all the false love you said you felt for me. We called it love a lie. Leaving you, is was not a loss I mourn any longer. The life…
Hour 5 Chugging Along With Writing
Woot woot getting some thoughts down! Hour 5 Some days or maybe all days I feel like an option That everyone I love Only sometimes asks for me I’m like a side salad when they have fries Or I’m peanuts on a sundae…
Really steamed (Prompt 13)
One of my high school students wrote an essay about her older, in college sister extolling the virtues of her sibling role model she proclaimed the ‘most important’ aspect of positive modeling was her sister’s adherence to ethics that boosted her ‘self of steam’ Reading…
Camouflaged
Hour 1 At home, Clothes washed, dried and ironed Food cooked, served and table cleared Floor swept, moped and kept in order At office, First to arrive and last to go Updating every single file and minutes Keeping everything upto mark At social…
Hour Thirteen: Humourous Poem Describing Your Profession
open shop wait for client ping! a message they’re running late smile smile they’ll be billed anyway healers are a precious commodity
Gentlewoman, Hour Thirteen
Gentlewoman In former ages I would have been discreetly labeled a gentlewoman, that creature of the growing middle class that could not be defined, dabbling in domestic arts and essentially unoccupied but for the supervision of the education of my children in the delicate arts…
Hour 4 Slowly Catching Up
Gotta really focus for awhile now! Hour 4 We are states always and some days I wish farther Most friendships end either explosively or slow And yet I was able to fade quickly And it’s not really you Nor is it really me But…
What is love if it aint me (Hour 10)
Love is doing good deeds when no one is watching. It is the absence of your self within your actions. Love is that which all require, but none is willing to acquire. Love is that which all aspire for, yet, dont inspire. Love, the thing…