Would such a God be worthy of our trust, Who took the iron in our souls and turned it all to rust? Who took our children from their mother’s breast, To cast them down with all the rest? Would he place that trust, himself, In other men, to spread with stealth? Or let them put down on the page, Their version of his truth, A truth that failed to grow with age? Would he have sent his son to die, Yet never think to wonder why,...

Me thinks, people have more than one face,most have two, three, maybe more they chase. One prominent, always on display for all to view,the darker ones exhibited only for that chosen few. Some have many more locked deep inside,never revealing, always making them hide. Most never want to admit, not even to themselves.These others exist, perching them on dusty shelves. Once in a while one will escape, its presence being not...

At 10 your life begins and you don’t seem to have a care. You soar to heights with your first kiss and fly where eagles dare. Then you notice different friends who have so many curves and curls. And wonder at these thoughts you have about so many girls. At 20 just less than man and skilled in social arts. You work all day til the sun goes down and that’s when your life really starts. Like a cobra coiled you hunt your prey...

So, I don't know why, but I got to thinking today...(I know scary huh?) How well do we ever really know anyone? I know its not a new question by any means, and no doubt there have been many papers, books, letters, stories and so on written about this very issue. But let us agree that it is really the first time that I have seriously thought about it. How well do we ever know someone? I look at my husband and I really wond...

Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amount of research will arrive to conclusive data anyway. A woman's mind is equivalent to a Labyrinth with only one entry point and less exits. Does that make them horrible? N...

I've got a twenty dollar bill rolled up that says money's best use is when it isn't being spent I roll it over and over in my brain time and time/again and againbut it's all memories as that blurred part of my life is now completeand I'm just like every other adult I told myself I never would beFuck, I hate this. I don't want this.I want my dormroom, I want my girlfriend,I want my mind fogged because all it sees when it's...

Salt can be found everywhere. In the earth. Our oceans and seas. Our air. Even in our bodies. It was such a valuable commodity in our early ages that wars were waged just for the power and control salt would afford its owner. Only the rich could afford salt. It was a sign of prestige and honor to be able to possess it in even minimum quantities. It was often traded for fine silks and jewels. It was once the spice of Kings...

Don’t you miss stanzas? I do I do They order you, my words, like soldiers in a game of strategy Separating ideas like Fair trade farmers shoving coffee beans into pilesDon’t you miss poetic devices? I do I do My good pals, onomatopoeia, assonance and allusion They take common words or phrases and imbue them with extraordinary meaningDon’t you miss the simplicity of it all? I do I do Sometimes trying to reinvent the wheel...

Today, we had a revelation about something. We call ourselves writers...but isn't writing with a pen and a paper? I don't know, is it? Techinically, what are we? What can we call ourselves? Typers? We're typers...new age enthusiasts...typing away 500 words in 5 minutes or less, depending upon the amount of cofee that has been drunk...drank.Typing away to a generation that no longer cares for these things we call "books."W...