Don’t know why there seems such a fuss Surely there’s a twelve-step program for us Playing with words is much more than fun A ‘Player’ can’t stop once they’ve begun Delicious words spill from our fingers Uplifting, teasing, or maybe just zingers It’s raucous, exhilarating…
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour Four
J I love a man who walks away I love a man who loves me I love a man who laughs sunlight and candy I love a man who shines. He is tall and he is handsome as a river is handsome, as…
Hour four
Let Me Escape a joint a lighter Let me escape a starry night a solitary sea shore Let me escape a pen a paper Let me escape a muse a poem Let me escape
If Only (Prompt #4)
If only you had let me know Maybe I could have helped Things would be different But you would still be here If only you had let me know I would have dropped everything I still love you And miss you with an intensity that…
why didn’t i love you enough?
poem#4 why didn’t I love you enough? pushed past the hurt pushed past the lies saw an empty soul catching on fire why didn’t I love you enough? came out of the darkness gave him all my light exchanged a perfect fit for irregular why,…
My Robot Heart
I am shiny machine Silver like wares I have feelings too But nobody cares I can achieve 10 petaflops But nobody cares Just how much that really is I should send up some flares That would get their attention If only for a second But…
Uprooted
the only difference between a weed and a flower is intention. flowers that pop up where you did not plan for them are either weeds or volunteers depending on your perception and you never planned on me being here. you tore me down but…
Blow It Away
Put it in a bubble and blow it away It must go, get on with living All the hurt All the pain It’s not for you anymore Life has taken so much But you have more to give All the roads All the journeys It’s…
Poem 3 – Bruised
Bruised and battered Surrounded by love I tried to repair All that I could With no clear path And miles away It’s easy to feel You’re a castaway But this is my purpose This is my plan I am more than Just a madman I’m…
Saturday Dawn
Saturday dawn he’s calling time, coffee to brew my heavy eyelids. The cat knocks it down they run through the hall, it pierces through me Saturday dawn. Eggs in the pan srambled not bad, why does he cry? no school today. Cleaning perhaps; feeding the…