On my drive to work, I get a brief glimpse of the ocean. Today it featured an armada of dark rain clouds sailing in. In a sudden thrill of excitement, I wrote a couple of love poems to rain, beloved rain, and here is one of them for your enjoyment. Rescue A drought year, a …
You’re powder in a glass jar pressed down, tamped down by everybody’s expectations. Have this job, earn that much, know the unknowable future. You’re twenty-____, for goodness’ sake. And you give in, let them shape you, but if there ever is a spark, you just might blow.
Hello, my lovely, faithful readers. It’s been a while since I’ve actually talked to you. How are you doing? Eight days ago, I finished writing the first draft of a novel I’ve been working on for a year and a half! It’s a huge cause for celebration, and also means I’ve started doing intensive research …
Saltwater Future The waves roll ever against the shore, Files of saltwater and sand Chiseling out a new coast. Try as he might, man’s hand Is powerless to interfere With the pounding of the waves. The future’s just as untraceable As next century’s shoreline. Try as I might, I can’t determine my future: The tiny, …
I don’t necessarily agree with everything in this poem, but it was really fun to write :) I hope you enjoy reading it! The Romance of a Flower (Or, Why Chocolate, Poems, Songs, and Jewels are Better Gifts) The oddest gift of love today Must be that of a bouquet. What romance can there be …
Here is a brief break from The Kangraffs’ Curse for a new poem. Don’t worry; there will be a new chapter tomorrow :) ________________________________ Wide-eyed girl In a big, new world Steps into the office realm And her aspirations crumble. Stick it out, hold on, You’ve got a good deal here. Stay strong, plod on, At …
Earn somethin’ to live on While the livin’ leaves you numb. Trade a novel for a proof-reader’s pen, An easel for a keyboard. Wake. Go work. Come home. Sleep. Repeat. Will you Create and starve your stomach, Or eat and starve your soul? We’re the casualties of the system no one sees. There’s no stepping …
When it’s all you’ve known, you’ll start to rebel about sixteen years in. Still, you’ll grit your teeth and trudge on through, because someday, it will end. When it’s all you’ve known, you’ll choose to do extra time when the manditory’s over. You’ll sit in a cage and dream of adventure and plod on because …
Say not, “Let me coddle you, let me do it all instead. You should never have to lift a hand unless it’s for ribbons and thread.” No, say rather, “Be all you can be, do all that you can do, And if you ever need a helping hand, I’m here, and I have two.”
I need some creativity in my life, it’s just how my soul thrives. Since I’ve had very little time to create art in other ways recently, the result seems to be that I’m writing more poetry rather than prose. With that probably unnecessary preface, here’s a poem I wrote today: ___________________________________ You Are Everything In …