Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, December 4, 2022

Sometimes

 It sits in your gut
sometimes
rumbling
and rolling as rough 
as the sea

It sits in your chest
sometimes
throbbing
beating your blood 
right through your veins

It sits in your throat
sometimes
scratching your itchy
vocal chords
until you scream 
its song

It sits in your tongue
sometimes
strong
yet 
always trapped  

It sits in your head
all the time
dancing  
an apocalypse party
that never
ever
ends.



Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Ambivalence

 uncertainty is
swallowing me

and I will
drown
in these words
unsaid

gasping as
I wonder
if I ever
knew 
how to swim



Monday, June 29, 2020

The Hollow

In the

hollow

of your elbow

I bend
to
your will

In the

hollow

of the valley

I follow
the
wind to the

hollow

of your cheek
and lay
silently so I may catch every

hollow

word
that spills from your lips.


Wednesday, November 13, 2019

A Matter Of Pride

She's in the mirror again
using those words
familiar
as the spark blows
across your mind
igniting the fire
that began
it all

She's your reflection again
using all of the bits
you buried
or pretended you did
under layers of dullness
years of the nothing void you hid in
that accumulated into 
reruns of your mind that
the picture sitting 
on your mantle of pride 
now holds

the ghost
of fascination
constructed from the mold of you
that now suffers
because 
in the mirror 
all she sees is
you
running
away.



Thursday, September 19, 2019

Deepest Dark

In my deepest
dark
You can't see me

look away

This is where I 
hide
just me
and my dreams

toss and turn
through 
the replay

down here
I'm not okay
I promise

In my deepest
dark

You can't hear me
silence
embracing me like an old
friend

grasping at anything to climb out

eventually

As for now,
I'm down in my deepest
dark
hiding
just me and my dreams.




Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Heavy

Heavy
This feeling that is
weighing over me

I look over my shoulders
to see if it's the world rotating upon them

but all I see 
is that monkey

Glaring with his 
red eyes
snarling
gnashing nightmare teeth

that
will
chew
right
in

Heavy
this burden

This burden 
I am...




Monday, February 4, 2019

Letters To No One

Letters to no one
and letters to nowhere

screaming into the void

Is anyone there?

words and letters
sounds and silence

living amongst
invisible

memories

wash over me
wash all of my sins away
the heat of the water

reminds me 
to breathe

in 

and 

out

as my sins
swirl around 
the drain
and fall into 
nowhere

I feel the void
pressing in
reaching out to me
because of

my letters to no one
that finally reached
nowhere.




Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Cartoon

You're a cartoon
he said

and just like that I was
dead

Cartoons
he said
we all are

Just scripts 
code
snippets
pictures
memories of

Caricatures
he said
We who live in houses
made of skeleton bones
paste over our real skin 
with misery's breath

You're a cartoon
he said

and
just like that
I was
dead.








Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Lineage

This wall
we've built
has cracks and crevices

scars

hope and
promise
were nearly fatal blows

But, it's made of brick
scarred
as we
built it

don't
crumble

This wall
tells the
story
of
us.


Tuesday, November 27, 2018

How To Start Writing In Your Spare Time

When you’re someone that dreams of writing, that dream never dies. It stays with you. Even when you go off into your career, when you forget about all things creative, and when you go off into your adult life. It’s still there.

Because writing comes with so much passion. When you love to read and create and get lost in an imaginary world, it’s only natural that your mind will often come up with characters and ideas, plots and plot twists. So whether you were a budding author as a child, or you were someone that just wanted to write features and stories and snippets from your life, you will still have that feeling until you put pen to paper. Or, perhaps more aptly, fingers to keyboard.

So, you might be interested in writing in your spare time with the intention of turning this into a career. Or selling a story. Or an article. But how do you do it? And how should you start? Well, let's find out.




Just Start

First, you just need to get started. Right now! When you’ve finished reading this post, open up your word processor or your Google Doc and just get writing. Getting started is often the hardest part, so if you just do it, you’ve beaten that hurdle.

Set Aside The Time

But at the same time, you need to make sure that you’re actually doing it. Don’t just get started, write once, and then stop. You need to find time to write by making time for it. So schedule it in. Whether it’s an hour in the morning, on your lunch break, or in the evening, slot it in. Because when it’s in the diary and the time is set aside for it, you will write.


Get Into A Routine

You then will want to make sure that you’re being consistent with it. So get into a routine of writing an hour a day or whatever you can commit. Because the more of a routine you get into with your writing, the easier it will be to build up a momentum.

Take It Seriously

But then there may also come a time where you feel ready to take this whole writing thing seriously. Maybe you want to look at online jobs from home where you can write to make money and then write in your spare time creatively too. Or maybe you want to think about getting a pitch together for a book proposal? No matter what you want to achieve, you will start to realize that there is a point where things get a little bit more serious for you.

Do Something Big

Finally, you may even want to make more of a move than that. You might want to do something big and exciting and different. Maybe starting a blog and publishing some of your ideas there could be perfect for you? Or maybe you would love to write your own book and self-publish it? Just make sure that you have some kind of goal that you’re working to, that something big you’re chasing that can help to keep you on track.

What are you waiting for?



Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Something Here

There is something
here

It whisps out from
there
between the lips of
sin

There is something
here

A quiet, sterile
painted gray brick 
in the way but
it weighs less than paper

There is something 
here


It's the familiar whispers 
on the bare floorboards
as he walks so silent so

purpose driven 
for the fourth time this week

There is something
here

And it wants to disappear.


Saturday, September 29, 2018

Haiku Challenge

One of the hashtags I like to follow on Twitter is the Haiku Challenge. I had some inspiration last night and wrote a few. Enjoy!


1
The monsters are real They live in our highest house The children see all.

2
Who hears the soft cry Of the lost soul in the wind? We do, we do, love.

3
His fecal filled mouth Bloviates and blathers on As we sit captive.

4
Inspiration comes In the quietness of night Words captivate me.

5
Standing on the edge I leaned forward and hoped that Wind could catch my fall.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

The silence surrounds me
The storm has
faded

The Kraken has released its
grip
upon my very soul

The blanket of years
things left unsaid
This silence
has become

comfortable

as I watch the ripples in the sea
it leaves
grow
still.




Saturday, June 2, 2018

I took my
serenity
back

Quietly

I claimed my
peace
back from

Eternity.

A song to light
In the distance calling me

I am holding
my life hostage
from
me.


Monday, May 21, 2018

S U M M E R

Consuming
these whispers in my house
are 
energy vampires

cannibals
the people that fill this home
do not enter

They will take your life
while whispering

love
you. 


                                                               photo source

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Slink

Slink
Into my room
On whispers

Slink
Underneath
Where I
Always
Wait for you

Slink
Into my thoughts
The darkness
Fading the more
You stay

Slink
Away if you must
Go
Leave the whispers
Of you
On the floor.




Monday, March 5, 2018

March

March
brought again to me
Absence
That word
repeats
throughout these walls
Desperately
trying to hear my home
sounds
But the birds have flown away
and he
marches no more
Leaving me with nothing
again
except memories whispering
in the walls
as I am reminded
that life marches on and
on and on
this slow and winding
path
You can only watch
the March flowers
bloom
for a short while
March
that word
right off my lips
All it brings
is absence.

                                  photo via

Thursday, March 1, 2018

A Breath Of Fresh Air

Tendriled down
to land on my
chest.
That little flitter of
Hope
is delicately calling.


Saturday, January 27, 2018

Hello, Operator?

Fuzzy brain fumble
through the mist
and
fog

Sun up
sun down
doesn't matter
it's just smog

Waiting 
a whole lifetime and 
then some
For what?

To 
become

Not me.
Never me.

I'm not here
Do you hear?
Call back later
when the air
is clear.





Tuesday, November 28, 2017

His eyes were like saucers
A moon inside a sun
The night that was full of turmoil
After we both saw
Apollo
punch the universe.