Tag: writing

  • Sins

    Writing poetry for my sins  Was like sitting on top of pins  Everyone wanted me to stop  But that would only happen when I did pop  Or grew a pair of fins 

  • Spiritual Awakening

    “You are in for a spiritual awakening.  This night will be nothing like any night you have ever experienced.”  As Fern’s voice radiated through my headphones, I closed my eyes.  Maybe this time, everything would finally click.  If it didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.  My life was in shambles and…

  • Fears

    In the last fifteen years  He never learned anything about beers  After all this time tending bar  He could barely light a cigar  Which did nothing to dampen his fears 

  • Martyr

    She called herself a martyr  But one that was a ferocious non-starter  On the eve of her death  She was determined to take one last deep breath  Then ran to catch her charter 

  • Floating

    I started floating the moment I saw the number on my caller ID.  I knew my dreams were about to come true and everything I had worked so hard for was finally at the finish line.  I wiped my clammy hands onto my blue jeans and reached for the phone and wondered again about what…

  • Purpose

    Does it serve purpose?  Does the sun shine down on you?  Are the cosmos right? 

  • Transformation

    I knew for my transformation to be complete, I would need to sign the dotted line.  I had been holding a pen and staring at the contract for the last twenty minutes, unable to commit.  I was contemplating the pros and cons but had not been able to keep them straight.  Sometimes pros were cons…

  • Imagination

    “He never had much of an imagination.  I’m not surprised he got caught.  I knew it, I just knew it…” As I listened to Marley ramble on about our brother, Ryan, I tried to tune her out.  I knew my brother and I knew why he had gotten into trouble.  I knew why he had…

  • Painting

    I wanted to paint the kitchen red  My mother told me I was out of my head  It was my favorite color  I loved it like no other  I only wanted to get into bed. 

  • Hoax

    I laughed at all his bad jokes  Like the one about the hoax  I went along with his game  To try to save my own name  But at the end, he said, that’s all folks