Writing

Ghastly ghosts roam through my mind, but it’s not so bad, I find.
Inspiration’s given me spectral...

I write some BOEMS
That are hot
Some are funny
And some are not

Some...

pen in hand

thoughts and words

become transcribed

into stories

songs and...

I like to watch the ways different people dance
There are the people whos hands dance across a...

The best poetry begins as a blank page!
Virginal, unblemished and waiting…
Waiting for a...

C hoosing words that strike a chord of empathy
O penly revealing what your heart is feeling and...

I write for escape. Escape of my own reality. Who I am. Where I’m at. Who I’m with. How I got here....

out of the shadows they appear
eyes narrowing
poetry gangs
The Cliques
and the...

I don't like your poems
they are garbage
they don't even rhyme
there is no form...

don't read
what I write
don't like
what I write
hate
what I write...

The long night of the mouse brigade;
friend do you ever recall?
How over run my house had...

we, poets, are the worst
bending and redefining the ugly into honey
making something look the...

They say I've lost my mind...
But what if they're all wrong?
Maybe all I've done is find...

What all these broken people do not see,
When they look at me,
Is that the words flowing from...

Everyone wonders at times how the future will look.
They consider where they are and what shall come...

How do you do it?
How do you write?

Remember when you were young, when the days were as old...

Splattered ink,
running from tears wept.
Broken lead,
from emotions overrun.

...