Pen

And as I ponder
on exactly what my next poem will look like?
I reflect on the very...

The ‘Pen is mightier than the sword’.... now thats a proverb that was well thought whilst it makes such...

For me inspiration comes in the dead of night.
When the stars are out and the moon is bright....

Firstly, repetitive prose really gets up my beak,
because you can do better if you choose to seek,...

As morning arrives
The poet becomes the sayer,
The conveyer,
The painter,
Of...

Break free
from the
Line
That
Goes
No where

The shelves
...

evil
collaborates
as two
Sides
Merge
As one

one voice
To...

A poet is but simply a wordsmith.
Stitching rhyme
And rhythm,
Sometimes.

...

The ‘Pen is more powerful than the sword’.... now thats a proverb that was well thought whilst it makes...

As a poet I share
Much like the wanton coquette
Seductively attempting
To convey, "...

She's silent.

The years if terror have left her this way.

Through the emotional famine and...

In the dim light
You demand a fight
"Draw your sword"
My enemy roared
I turn my...

No Title
Never discredit your inner instinct, It's not about being paranoid
It's your inner...

Rain down my window pane , blue words to yellow , certainly hard to explain, but I wish I could sing you a...

My head resting restless, half asleep in the lap of prescriptions,
In the haze I grab my pen,...