I envy those With the talent and the knack To write stories And see them through To the end I try To swim those waters But I tend just to paddle In the shallows Testing the waters Getting no deeper than my ankles Before heading back to shore And on the rare occasion I make […]

There are days When poetry flows As though my mother tongue And I write With such fluency And then there are days When it’s like a foreign language And I can’t for the life of me Form even one coherent verse   In response to the Word of the Day prompt: foreign

When I’m not writing I’m thinking About what I should write   And when I’m not thinking About what I should write I’m thinking About other things Or even just thinking About thinking   And when I’m not thinking That tends to be when I write For when my brain stops That is when the […]

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 […]

I’m actually feeling properly inspired to write! This doesn’t happen often. I mean, I’ll write poems fairly regularly but I can churn those out pretty quick. It’s the story writing I struggle with. But the one I’m writing now, Whispers, isn’t boring me yet. I’ve published the first two mini chapters on here, and actually […]

I don’t know how you do it Keep turning out such varied verse While everything I write I’ve wrote countless times before And try as I might I can’t come up with something new I can’t help but feel inferior When your posts come into view How do you do it? Find such unique perspectives […]

I have all the words I want to say In my head But they’ve locked themselves away And refuse to come out and play I am poised and ready to write Fingers linger on the keyboard Ready to type But the words won’t budge I’ve tried every trick I know To give them a nudge […]

Instead of starting something That I will never finish I finished something I have not even started Or am I in the middle Of a story with no end And that has not yet begun Writing with no aim With no purpose Is freeing I will admit But the confusion Is certainly more pronounced   […]