This started as a love poem then went way off course. That’s why I love it. It was actually 4 poems that I morphed into one. The path I follow has no signs. No lights. No lane. I make my own way. Follow my own rules. Create my fate. … In your hand is a
Month: February 2016
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I actually wrote this a few years ago, but it’s still one of my favorites.
I was supposed to write a blog today. But I just spent the last 3 nights in Vegas. My flight home was delayed FOUR HOURS. Then I ate Wingstop for lunch. So, I’m going to die now.
The voice of reason speaks too low. It’s always late or doesn’t show. Mistakes are made. Words are spoke. You can’t take back what the world now knows. The voice is wicked. The voice is hard. The voice will rip your world apart. Trust your heart. It won’t lead you blind. Your heart is the
I always write poetry on Mondays. Today I wrote two. This one is for Joe.
Clarity. Misguided voices in your head. Speak of hatred, anger, death. Whisper signs. Corrupt your mind. Silently lie in wait, of your last breath. Don’t give in. The voice is pretend. Your wounds are real. They throb and bleed. No longer hidden where eyes can’t see.