I Should Write

I have not written in quite some time.
I have not been compelled to write a rhyme.
Is it right not to write?
Well surely no I should write even though.
My brain has not come to the show.
You know?

I should write,
Tired, or sick.
Stressed or mad,
Busy or not,
These are simply not an excuse.
But yet I seem to use it daily,
Instead of writing I drink,
Unitil I can smell the whiskey,
Wafting up from my mouth.
Vision blurred,
Words slurred.
Yet again,
When my life feels in the bin,
Maybe that is the perfect time to write.
Or perhaps I’ll ramble on like a drunken loon.
Either way I should write real soon.  


Tremble-Ready set POEM

I remember when we first kissed,
Locked inside a crowded bathroom,
Inside a noisy house.

Party raging,
Music thumping through the walls,
Through the floorboards.

The smell of alcohol on your breath.
My face numb as I smashed it against yours.
We had both waited for this moment, for so long.

Nothing could stop the tremble of my hands.


via Daily Prompt: Tremble




What I do not get is,
People read something online.
Some read it and are happy,
Some read it and are mad,
But they share,
To their friends,
To their family,
To their coworkers.
Bosses even.

They share like it is a fact,
They add what they feel,
You read what they type,
You can,
Smell the hate,
Taste the joy.
Hear their boos,
Hear their cheers.

They share the most preposterous webpages,
From shady sites,
Unheard of.

Then they go out and spew these articles,
Verbatim, as they are facts to be believed.
The ones who know the answer,
Or smell the falseness,
Do not want to correct their friend,
Family member.
So they let them carry on.

Some do not question these facts,
They just passionately believe.
On the brink of fighting over it.
The article was fake,
Or skewed.
To get that reaction out of you.
You have been played.
You walk around saying you are intelligent,
But do not realize you look like a joke.

We live in a world with an abundance of information,
So if you take one thing away,
From my writing today.

Think before you share,
If you are not sure.
If this article or this post,
Is really true.
Take 2 minutes,
Search away,
Find out if that thing really happened today.
Share what is true,
Move on if its fake.
Me? You do not need to thank,
Just do this for your own sake.


Filter by Ready Set Poem

It is funny,
In life I barely speak.
When I do every word is carefully picked and placed.
Ran through the filter.
Strained of any words,
That will make me seem weird.
These are just some of the things I filter as I speak.
Because its almost easier to get by seeming meek.

That is why I love writing.
I write and write,
I can write all night,
Or all day.
While I write,
I can scream I can shout.
I can be brave,
I can be mean,
I can be cool,

And Yet.

I may only be a fool.

I can be all of these things.
But I can be me,
Unfiltered and honest.
That is why I love to write.

via Daily Prompt: Filter