I may not be The greatest living poet In the world today I may not even be In the top ten But I am living And I am a poet And I guess two out of three Ain’t all that bad

She needed no blade Seduction was her weapon of choice Luring her prey Drawing them near With her sultry looks and velvet voice Keener than any sword And truer than any bow And then she’d pounce Lips laced with poison Venom red One kiss was all it’d take And like that they were hers Slaves […]

Writing in bars Is overrated I’m gonna leave it to the rock stars Before I end up wasted In the gutter With a broken guitar I let the verse flow free Not cage it up like a tiger Confined by the bars I’m gonna leave that to the rock stars   Someone I follow on […]

Ordered words Moulded Around a silent Tune And written In Stunted sentences With line Breaks at the Most random times Killing all rhythm And making It Nearly Impossible to read This Is the one kind Of poetry I hate

It was his penance They said Punishment for the sins he had committed In a past life He had been judged upon death By the Gods themselves His foul deeds Deemed so despicable To be punished just once Could never be enough His soul, instead, They said, Was ripped in two One half tossed mercilessly […]