I stumbled upon a wishing well while walking through the woods. It told me it’s fair warning and I nodded that I understood. It told me I could have three wishes but careful I must be, for what I really ask for must be something that I need. It told me I could ask for things I want for myself or others. It said I could be rich and famous, or give the best to my sons or daughters. To that I said “hey take it easy, I just want a drink of water.” I didn’t come here seeking things, so you really shouldn’t bother.  I’ve made my life with my two hands and it isn’t much but it’s mine. I have a small house and happy family and they are doing just fine. See some people have the lives they want and don’t need anything else, so give me some water as a good well should but keep your wishes to yourself.

She couldn’t take the pain so she popped another pill, the small relief compounded thus to override her will. And as he walked away she cried and popped another pill, she felt so alone again that she popped another pill. She sat in that lonely room for days, and on the window sill, was another whole **** bottle so she popped another pill. Her friends began to worry so and asked if she was ill, she lied and said “of course not” then she popped another pill. Her days were made of chewing them then swallowing and still, it wasn’t enough to ease the pain so she popped another pill. I should have taken action but instead I just stood still, so as her life began to fade I popped another pill. After time she passed away and was buried on the hill, still dressed in black I cried for days and popped another pill. I never took the chance to tell her how I really feel, but now she’s gone and I’m alone just popping god ****** pills.

I saw a raven on the radar tower
Looking out over fields of desolation
Cawing out his commands
To passing foot soldiers
As they talked, unaware
He was so proud and imposing
Yet ominous
Gleaming in the sun
Like a General in black
Surveying the war efforts
Of his own encampment.

I can’t write with crippled hands
But I have to express this prose
These thoughts have to get out somehow
So I’m typing with my nose

Laugh if you will, or if you must
At my determination and steely guts
But either way I’m out of my rut
As these words flow out in rows

And maybe you’ll like what I have to say
So sit back and enjoy the show
Because even if I can’t write with crippled hands
I can still type with my nose!

I took the words you threw at me
Stuffed them in a bag made of leather
Shook them up
Then spilled them across the page like bones

I studied them in random order
In hopes that I could read my future there
Chanting nonsense
Like an old time painted shaman

The more I looked the more I began to see
That they were after all just words
Hurled against me like weapons
From your archery mouth

So I let them drip from me
Like rain water
Crashing to the lonely street below
Where I walked away from them.

My mind is dangerous I tell you!
Vast and deep…
Like a mud puddle
After a summer rain
Full of tadpoles
And dreams…
Be careful how you enter here
Lest you suffer the consequences
Of wet feet
And muddy shoes.

I'm an average Joe living in an average home. I have a common personality that’s not commonly known. I’ve never done anything special in life, in fact, I’ve sometimes felt like zero. But when you became my sword, and my shield, and my armor…then I became your hero.