This poem will be short,  As I am with inspiration, Sat here on a bus, I wonder... Why did I say ON a bus and not IN, After all, I'm technically indoors. Ambulating, or more accurately, sitting. I watch the world go by, Listen to music, Lust after the cute girl opposite me, See the rain, smile and sing, sometimes out loud. I'm happy. The girl is cute, but gimmie my Kitten any day. Here's the love part of the poem: I love...

Discovery Back in my youth, while pursuing the truth – I enrolled in a program designed to remove life’s mystique through a formal critique of the body, the soul and the mind. Attendees would dwell at a local hotel, in a function of fifty or more comprised of a blend of both women and men who were seeking a path to explore. The place of affair was constructed with care, not a detail was left unaddressed – the chairs were...

She lay across the naked twin mattress That was haphazardly placed on the floor Propping up her notebook on her bare, bony knees Scribbling random words; trying to make them say moreWords and the wonders she could create with them Had always been her true friends They provided an escape from a lonely existence And gifted her a peace few things didThe soft amber glow from two half-burned candles Were her lone companions an...

"I can be tough,I can be strong,But with youit's not like thatat all...There's a girlwho gives a shit,Behind this wall,You just walk through it." I have walls... They're up at school and in front of my family and some of my friends, but I can't seem to keep them up around you. They're all always down with you, and I'm weak and my heart's vulnerable and when I need you... I need you. when I have my off days, I need you. wh...

“You should know I’m dangerous…” -Alesana, The Murderer.  His stare pierces her, Embedding itself in her mind. The knife was hidden somewhere, He told her that much, Didn’t tell her where, Just if she found it, she would live. He found it, Dripping red from his past, Shining in the light from the one lamp, Slicing the air… “It’s hard to believe, but I’m… having fun.” Tease her with it, Slicing small wounds. Tying her up,...

When I was in bed alone after an uneventful August day back in 2002 (I remember because I recently got my heart broken), it wasn't apparent to me back then that I was having a moment which quite possibly changed my life. It was the day that my life as I knew it, no longer hanged in the balance. If I had a roving reporter following me around chronicling my life, he would have said, "This is history right here".I was not al...

One world, one nation, and millions of consumers all consuming the same thing. Welcome to the Olympics 2012, the adopted sister of junk food, banking and chemical corporations. An alliance of huge brands with a market so perfectly homogenized, their only real concerns are protecting their precious monopolies and logos. You'd be thought mad to object so nobody bothers much, at least not in a way that makes any real differe...

What does a poet need to compose a thought? Where is the inspiration That starts as a tiny seed?How do the words forminto pictures of the heart?Do the eyes of the scribetranslate? Is the laughter of a child,the smile of a baby,or the hug of a loved oneEnough to make it blossom? Maybe it’s the smell of flowersOr softly falling rain.Perhaps the crashing of wavesUp on the shore? Perhaps the tinkle of ivories,the strum of nyl...

Taking out my player, I put on the earbuds. Each night when I’m jogging, I enjoy the alone time with my music. It’s just me, moon, stars, my running shoes and music. It’s time for my emotion to fly. When I’m in the party mood, my steps bounce with Good Charlotte; when I want some harmony time, my mind flows with Coldplay; when I’m angry, frustrated, I let out my war cry with Linkin Park. Tonight, it’s Adele, her album 19,...

December 20, 2011   Do I fear death? Death was before me Gripped Counting my seconds Of my life There I was facing judgement Like votes in a ballot Was I to live or die? Cash pot and lucky five Couldn’t save me All I had was God watching me My heart pounding But still I was calm Not fearful But wondering What my end was to be And finally When the gun man got what He wanted I could see fear in his eyes Tremble in his voice...

Let this be the time when I refuse to cry, when I refuse to let the past be the future that guides. Let this be the moment that I rush into faith, steadily rapping on the door so that freedom can take its place. Let this be the era when the color on my face will never be the instrument that I use to win this race. I have read about the struggle, I have witnessed some of the pain, I have fallen victim to the lies that clos...