I'm Sorry
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought we were just having fun; Everyone was laughing, But I failed to notice The only one not laughing Was you. I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, Your adverse reactions seemed in-line With the bit...
The Interview
As he was no smartphone fiend, ordinarily he would have wiled away the seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours with his trusty notepad and pencil duo, sketching his surroundings or scribbling his thoughts in the form of freeform poetry: alas, the rush he had
Technologic
The trappings of man's design leave me with an addiction, a burning need to flee, to leave this world behind, adrift in a self made fiction as my mind, unchained, feels free.
Deep
I long for dreams of oceans deep, of sailing upon the waves, for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep, instead of thoughts depraved. But to sleep would have my friends away, for they live across the world. Aches are a small price to pay, for...
Born To Be A Warrior.
**Born To Be a Warrior.** "It was so close so many times." Mom says sometimes, all about how I was meant to survive and that there was a meaning with it. That I was special. That I was meant for something big. But if I' am special and meant for...
Tempo
Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...
Stay With Me Forever
#1 of poetry just a short freeform poem i wrote a while back. nothing to crazy, and it's something to post to get my writing hobby kicked off!
Voices
The voices in my head belong to all my friends, a viking here, an officer there egos all around. Refreshed anew by this lead, a soldier bellows 'this is the end!' as I pull out my hair, and roll onto the ground. Contacts ask 'are they...
False Wildness
Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...
The Promise of Fire
Warmth running through my veins, siren song of flame. It seeks for me to give it the reigns, as if it could be trusted to remain tame. Anger, joy, and righteous pleasure, wonder too, in equal measure. Burning tracks into my brain, the...
Blue Skies
Dormant branches reach up like fingers to a cloudless sky, where not even the bravest of crows fly, and not a drop of summer's rain lingers. Still the wind breathes, stirring dead leaves. The sun shines down bright, warming only those...
Sunrise
I lay w'in the darkness, trying in vain to sleep as tiredness makes me weep, and aches upon me press. Early to work, late to rise, toiling away noon to night, all thoughts by morning, crosswise. Perhaps this time I'll stay awake and bask...