What if, you wanted to be an illustrator. But God said: "lmao, disabled."

A poem based on a true story about "phossy jaw".

Life and times on an ordinary day.

I don't do it for you. But sometimes...sometimes I wish you would still see me.

Yet another lengthy narrative poem, this one concerning the historical spirit of the American worker. The poem is told through snippets of conversations between important leaders and the various unnamed workmen who made their power possible.

Written for class in 2016. Acrostic poem inspired by Newsies and Dickens. Cross-posted to Archive of Our Own.

Just stolen car rides in late spring now, just denouement, scratchy eyes, complexion swollen from hours of crying, and the promise of a 9:00 o'clock email.

Keep calm and tell the trouble makers to move along.

This is a poem inspired by "Woman's Work", but instead I have changed it to be about spies. I hope you like it, please follow, like and review. Thank you, Happy Reading!

A poem about how tough the life of a superhero is! Inspired by the poem 'Woman Work' by Maya Angelou..

A small poem about life at sea.

For anyone faced with the possibility of moving - it's always more than you think! Original published: Apr 18, 2014

Sometimes I wrestle with feelings of uselessness. When I can fix almost anything tangible that's broken, given only time, tools, and parts. But when it comes to emotion, or repairing a relationship, I've been unable to mend two loving, and troubled hearts.

Poèmes métas écrits en 2013.

A haiku a wrote in a dream I had, around 2012... xoxo

Sometimes silly things hurt more than they're supposed to.

I wrote this poem last year under the title "Anemia Codex". At first I was satisfied with the poem, but over time I noticed personal flaws. I realized that I didn't take the time to make it right? So, I went back and rewrote parts, put a proper title, and I'm re-submitting it. The original title is still accurate. Anemia: Lack of blood. Codex: Book. I put my heart in my writing.

Another rare chance to post something from work, It's just a little rambling poem about how an insomniac's mind can wander when taking a stroll at night, but with one of the most awesome views I can think of! I thank you all for the gift of your time, and of course for any comments given.

Take this job and... Well you know the rest.

This was inspired by an email about Restorative Justice and the need for positive peer pressure in society.

A Poem expressing a lack of passion.

Writing is a gift from the Holy Spirit of Christ.

Creativity can make a difference in His Kingdom at large.

Why can't you get my damn name right

You have what it takes to reach your goals and no dream is too big for you.