I'm having a creativity drought
there's nothing here but empty doubt
If I happen to pen a line or two
It probably won't make sense to you
The poetic thoughts that I have had
have all been really freaking bad!
...but I thought I'd drop by and let you know
that I haven't stopped;
I'm just going very very slow...
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
I'm sorry everyone. My dog was killed and I'm having a real hard time with it. I didn't plan to just come drop a bunch of poems and leave. I'm just a bit messed up for the time being. Just about every ounce of love inside me went to my Molly every day. Now I'm temporarily lost.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
My feelings are true
They are my life's blood spring
but irrelevant.
Couplets and quatrains
or free form self indulgence
It's my time to waste
Five- seven- five lines
stacked to challenge my ego
poor pedestrian.
Here I go again
my ink is not innocent
my soul is tainted
Why do we do it?
What is there to gain from this?
What is the **** point?
I undress my self,
and Adonis, I am not!
better look away
This is what it's like
to expose myself and dare
to pretend it's art.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
The universe loves you
or it wouldn't have used your eyes
to see itself,
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
We know it's light
shining through the natural prism
of raindrops;
revealing the spectrum
of primary colors,
but why do you feel the need
to remind us
and spoil the moment?
We know it is
the sound of air filling
a complete vacuum created by intense heat
ten times hotter than the sun.
when negative charged electrons
are carried down by rain
and ice pellets
Why steal the glory?
In your mind prison
of cold gray logic
there is no magic
no color
no joy or inspiration.
Why won't you free yourself,
and enlarge your world?
Don't **** the wide eyed child
inside you.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
It started with a passing thought,
and soon became a word,
and then a series of words
that led to action,
and then a series of actions,
that let to an event,
and then a series of events,
that led to a situation,
and then a series or situations,
that led to life,
and then a series of lives,
that led to history
and now it's too late.
Sorry.
That's just the way
it is.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Clio, you are part of me.
Euterpe, you are too.
Thalia, you lift me up
when I am feeling blue.
Melpomene, you are close to me
Terpsichore, you were my youth
Erato, touch me secretly
Polymnia, you are truth.
Ourania, comes to me at night
and my soul she does enthrall .
Calliope, I love you most,
but see you least of all.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Determination strides
chest out
stomach in.
The objective is in sight.
Obstacles
on notice.
Impervious to doubt
or timid
reservation.
Resolve Resolve
intestinal
fortitude
Chin to the bar.
Rock on.
Now get some sleep!
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
So much thought, and way too **** fast.
Frustration ebbs and flows like the tide.
It's never over, but it never lasts.
I try my best to enjoy the ride.
Give it all you've got my boy 'o!
Keep your nose to the old grind stone.
Pull up the shades! Let in the light!
Don't talk so loud. Shut the hell up!
What are you doing with that shadow?
Don't sweat it. You're still here.
We just can't see you when your eyes are closed.
Another day ends. The night draws near.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
What is this?
You're a demon
disguised as Melpomene
You can't fool me
I've been around the block,
and I write about it.
I need no help
from the likes of you.
You want rhyme?
You want rhythm?
You want structure?
Do these things not exist in Hades?
Don't send me to the Goth O matic.
I'd rather write a stinker,
than to indulge your darkness.
I know the difference
between Melpomene and you.
Off you go now.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC