Stand With Me

Reposting this because it seems highly appropriate for the way shit's going right now. A song I wrote a couple of years ago, inspired by this poem here.   [verse 1] Stand with me as the towers fall As all else tumbles we’ll still stand tall Watch with me as the whole world crumbles The [...]

To Those In Office

Such power Is not a gift To be used freely It comes With a price And it's for you To decide Who must pay it   Can you handle Such grave Responsibility?   Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: gift

Hysteria

Hysteria sweeps Across the nation Driven by fear Of a new contagion Panic spreads Faster than the infection Fuelled by the media And its appetite for destruction Of humanity   Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: country

Your Story

Life Is An open book Waiting To be written By you By me By all of us Each new day A blank space And empty page Awaiting Our ink Just Remember Not to close it Before Your story Is complete

Ashes

The fire you set inside me Has long since died While once your breath Would fan the flames Such fuel is hard to find Without you by my side Now all that remains Are the ashes of heart Not even a spark Still burns inside   Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: [...]

Broadcast Live

I wish life Were a movie I'd yell cut We'd end the take Right here Have a break While my big mistake Is removed from the tape   I'd practice my lines And make damn sure I got them all Memorized And fresh in mind   But no such luck In real life When I [...]

Beyond What Is Real

I wander Down corridors of shadow Through doorways made From the darkest dreams And wait in rooms Painted in the colours Of my nightmares   I wonder How long I have spent Lost within this labyrinth And how much longer Until I escape Until I wake And return To reality   But deep down I [...]

Panic Attack

I went a little off track Hope it's nothing more Than a just minor setback Don't want to have to backtrack Track back Back along the beaten track Uncovering the old cracks Filling up my backpack With the stack of weights that I thought I'd left behind Don't make me go back Back where my [...]

What Is Poetry?

Poetry To me Is none of that Pretentious tripe The fancy writers Use to describe Their chosen art form   "The crying of the soul"   "The words the heart speaks When the lips can't open"   "A pain so intense That tears become words"   Poetry To me Is just words That I'm too [...]