From Homies to Brony

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I never thought I’d be in a gang. You see I was never too cool To hang with the right group in school. There were the jocks with their smelly socks. There were the nerds making paper birds. There were the cheerleaders secretly smoking heaters. There were the potheads singing the Grateful dead. Yet instead… Continue reading From Homies to Brony

Poetry Prompt: I Wrote This With You

I Wrote This With You I fear my memory with be forgotten by the sunlight. I remain curious even thought we are at a stalemate. Excuse my brevity as with fun comes a soothing new thirst. Yet I fear your silence, as a fresh mind can yield faith in love. I’m not a curmudgeon nor… Continue reading Poetry Prompt: I Wrote This With You

My nascent, parsimonious Summer.

Each Summer morning,
nascent words I skim.
Letters are budding,
sentences forming.

Through my parsimony,
papers I’ve trimmed
for digital words,
I have never heard.

Across my phone screen
my thumbs are flicking,
all the while longing
for ink stained fingers,

resorting instead
to silent clicking,
once again I turn
a digital page.

All of my news,
I have aggregated.
Within my smartphone,

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

I hope to be free.
Free from my logo
Free from my anonymity.

I hope to meet you.
In a warm café
Over a cup of hot coffee.

We know each other.
You’re an open book
Together we’ll turn a new page.

Someday, somewhere, somehow
our words became our bond.

Contributor’s note: I once again asked my Twitter followers for poetic inspiration…

My Solitary

I am not that cool
Nor too cool to rap.
As my four digits are tapping a wood top
at a local bar.

I scan the large room
Two girls start laughing
A man talks to his gal and to his mama.
My ink is flowing.

A toast and clink
I smirk as music is drowning my sorrow.
I’m flying solo.


Chasing Rainbows

I am swallowing a rainbow,
a kaleidoscope of flavors
an array of motley seven
my refraction is colorful.

I am choking on a rainbow,
head to toe I feel warm raindrops
red for love, blue for pain, yellow
for cowardly reflection.

I am puking out a rainbow,
concentric bands, a duet spewed
indigo hues, green with envy
iridescent bright violets.

On the horizon, I…