Everyone has straight and curved sides They know what they want and They know what they’re good at – but I’m not one to follow the crowd I somehow molded my edges to a point To poke into everything and I can’t state a reason as to why I get my nose into so many … Continue reading I’m a bad puzzle piece
Tag: poet
Blocks suck
Writer’s block is a curious thing. You’re faced with a slip n’ slide That you must turn into a swing And nothing comes out at all It looks something like this: … Continue reading Blocks suck
The Storm
The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Lightning strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me.
Always
There’s a tranquility in storms The world may crash and burn The rain may pour and scream But there’s a glint of light Hope shines from The people surrounding you The dogs loving you They gleam through the wall of water Always.
