Writing

No more do I need paper, pencil or pen.
No more does my psyche begrudgingly lend.
No more are...

The most significant moments

-of a writer’s life-

are not when they can find the words for...

~~Every night
I’ve got a choice.
Cut or write?

Last night;
A choice.
I...

I had a pen,
Held it in my hand,
Pressed the button on top,
Out came the tip.

...

~~My pencil in my hand,
Do I know what I’ll say?
How will I craft my work of art?
Will...

I CANT FORCE MY POEM.S!?
THEY COME, WHEN THEY COME !?
FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM
THE...

Your letters emit scintillate sparks of passion!
They are crimson missives deliriously written...

Spilling forth,

Puddleing

As if they were squeezed

From hearty

And eager...

Sit in silence,

the room seems cold –

In my hand,

this pen I hold –

Writing...

She sits in her room
Alone
Broken
The twisting tree branches outside her window...

IT,S FASCINATING. TO ME !?
YOU ALL READ..WHAT I THINK !?
I,M SO GLAD .I DECIDED!?
TO...

Its been way too long, since I've typed manuscript,
I haven't had the chance to let my typing...

misc. topics

They ask me

Why are your poems so sad?

I answer in a poem

Because the misty...