A Poem, The Glass World

This was a fun poem to put together. I thought of it this morning. This reminds me of something, something perhaps that some of us have in our home?We know it for a particular name, but the contents within may call it their glass world. I walked to the ends of my worldShadows beyond myContinue reading “A Poem, The Glass World”

Some Quotes, Wants and Needs

I’ve been writing for this character in an upcoming novel. He is known as Mr. Pembrook. He is an older, mysterious omniscient introverted hermit of a man offering sage advice. Here are just a few quirky proclivities he exhibits:He walks through the woods to get back to his home, but a peculiar trait of hisContinue reading “Some Quotes, Wants and Needs”

A Poem, The Devil visits

I wrote this poem alongside a chapter introduction of my upcoming novel. I had just finished the chapter introduction and the character dialogue when the below poem fell into place, so I just went with the flow.I’ve added the chapter introduction and the dialogue directly after the poem to give more context. In short, aContinue reading “A Poem, The Devil visits”

A Poem, The Exiled

Dramatis Personae: An independent thinker in an unapproving world.Setting: A courtroom of a totalitarian society. Your punishment for not falling in line will be swiftYou have chosen a path of disobedience of authorityYour philosophy has broken our world, causing a riftSo now your fate has been decided by this majorityThe only wrong I’ve done was speakContinue reading “A Poem, The Exiled”

A Haiku, Bar Stool

This haiku is a little different than what I have shared in the past. It focuses on the sobriety of a troubled character in my upcoming novel. Jacob Riley carries a moniker that no one would be proud of that being the town drunk. He knows people laugh at him and talk about him soContinue reading “A Haiku, Bar Stool”

A Poem, No More Pins

I wrote this poem yesterday, and it is written from an interesting perspective. It is a doll that knows its purpose but does not want to be punished for wrongdoings anymore. I anticipate the pinsSharp with pain, it pierces meNow the healing beginsMy lips sewn shut but still I pleaI don’t want to feel thisContinue reading “A Poem, No More Pins”

A Poem, Pluck These Strings

I wrote this poem yesterday. It just came to me out of nowhere, so I just decided to go along for the ride. It follows the grueling grind of a puppet’s life and its personal struggle. With a tug and pull, I’m brought to lifeI’ve danced for peasants and kingsI do not want to liveContinue reading “A Poem, Pluck These Strings”

A Poem, The Werewolf

And now I’m going to venture back into the macabre, dark poetry side for a moment. In this poem, I wrote about one of my favorite mythical beasts growing up, the werewolf. I grew up on movies like The Wolfman, The Howling, Silver Bullet, Wolf (Jack Nicholson), An American Werewolf in London, and Teen WolfContinue reading “A Poem, The Werewolf”

A Poem, Déjà vu

I wrote this poem a little while ago and it touches on déjà vu with a sci-fi twist. We’ve all had the feeling like we’ve done it all before, but we can’t put our fingers on it.The poor soul in the poem finds out why he has the feeling in a mind-bending way. I’ve walkedContinue reading “A Poem, Déjà vu”

A Poem, The Failed Deity

Dramatis Personae: An egotistical person that, by happenstance, stumbled across a tiny speck of a civilization to lord over.Setting: Earth, parallel universe. All praise me for your deity has comePraise me until your jaws are brokenNo mutiny under my thumbYour fearsome God has spokenI’ll rule with an iron fistPut those able hands to laborOr I’ll crushContinue reading “A Poem, The Failed Deity”

A Poem, The Accusing Sun

In an upcoming novel that I am currently writing, the protagonist wrote the journal entry below: “The sun shines bright, glaring at a person like an accusing eye, an eye that had its eyelid torn off to mitigate the temptation of blinking. It refuses to lose sight of us as we wallow in the mire.”Continue reading “A Poem, The Accusing Sun”

A Poem, Under The Bed

I wrote this creepy little poem months ago, I believe, around Halloween last year. We have many different fears when we are kids, such as “don’t go in the basement at night, don’t look in the closet, or don’t look under the bed.” This poem focuses on something lurking under the bed. Don’t be afraidContinue reading “A Poem, Under The Bed”