Drop the Ball

Man, I didn’t just drop the ball,
I spiked that baby. I threw it
down like Shaq. Did I mean to?
No. The ball didn’t seem to fit
the mitt. The ball was heavy;
I was thought to be strong,
but that thought was wrong.
I didn’t really want the ball.
I just happen to stumble upon
it. I did pick it up after all.
At the end of the day, I picked
up the same ball I dropped.
There is no reason to rant;
I’ll dribble the ball till’ I can’t.


A Series of Short Stories

I took a very small break from poetry to finish up some old short stories. I went back and revised the previous drafts. Without further ado, I present you five stories:

1. The Backstreet
2. Growing Up
3. Monsters
4. My Light
5. Gone

A Series of Short Stories