From A Differing Perspective The argument that seemed so dire to you was to me nothing  more than Tuesday, I tried to explain my view only for you to turn the other way.   My words meant nothing, you didn’t want to hear… it was…

Redaction   The choice to censor myself Is not one that I want to make, Redaction is not for the likes Of poets like me.   I perfer to spill my verse More honestly… Without the markers Cross to hide the dream I want to…

Publishing   Maybe making books Is fantasy, All inside my head. Putting together pretty Words until the ink is red.   Maybe making books Requires a bit of whimsy To see the dreams Contained within.    

I had nothing to say about the prompt for this hour… so I wrote what I wanted to…   Am I the Mistake   I understand now That you were right, I was your mistake.   That doesn’t mean It was in any way On…

Extraordinary in the Ordinary Though today was just another day, It was more, So much happened So many memories.   Perhaps what makes The extraordinary Is that we forget To stop to see.    

I didn’t use the prompt. We had a pet die this morning and I chose to instead use my hour six poem to write about the chicken.   Nugget   You were sweet and onery Quick to escape and a little bit of fun. We…

Music   Music is such a personal thing Shared by the world With each hearing it uniquely.   The dreams are nightmares collectively, For the lyrics are interpreted Quite different depending on The soul.   Some just hear only the beat, Others need the lyrics…

About us draped the past   Please understand that we have always Had the past wrapped around us, Echoing the moments that we lived…   We wore it proudly because it made us Into the people that we were, Folding us like origami into individual…