So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I'm fed up, I'm done, but not finished. I can no longer hold back. There is greatness inside of me. I am too sparkly to be dulled. There are too many good ideas. Many great theories to share. I can no longer quell them. Ineptness from "superiors" drains me. So, no more talking the talk.…

So, it’s close to Christmas, a poem

So, as I lie here not ready for work and all of it's intrinsically annoying ways, I glimpse at the early morning light trying to burst it's way through my blinds. I dread the trek to the office for too many reasons to unburden, but then I remember it is the Christmas season and all…

So, the little things are what truly matter in the end-a poem for DJ

Listening to endless droning about my crazy job Taking the car to get repairs Calling to make sure I am in the Uber and safe Drying tears over feelings hurt once again An impromptu lunch to celebrate a small success Trying new things like apple picking to celebrate my traditions Buying me more new reads…

So, Writing is my elixir- a poem

Writing is my elixir Writing for me is like breathing, it sustains me It gives me shelter from the metaphorical storm When I am in doubt or despair it changes everything The atmospheric pressure shifts in my favor I am the true definition of winning because with "it" I rule So why not write all…

So, a poem about going for it

At a meeting Trying to engage Keeping a smile on Feigning interest Pretending to be invested Longing to be inspired Knowing it is impossible Gotta have my own Until I do, I must suffer Creators are restless We need to do our craft Suppression is pain Sleep is kept at a minimal Unless the creation…

So, I read 2 poems at an open mic…

So I am quite timid when it comes to my writing. It is so personal to me and is one of the main reasons that I keep this blog on the downlow. Because I want to be able to be me and express myself freely without worrying about what people think. I still do care,…