Get this bread. Fill your head.
Love endlessly. Laugh often.
Nail the coffin shut. Strut
your stuff. Call their bluff.
Say anything except “but”.
Find different ways to
fill your cup. Look up to
your friends, not your foes.
Survive the lows and enjoy
the highs. Become surprised.
Live through your own eyes.
Don’t wait until they dry.
It won’t last if you go faster.
Slow down in times of disaster.
No need to talk when you can
listen to the voices you have
been missing. Enjoy this time
as death will, one day, take
both you and me away.
The war is far from over. Each day
awakens another demon. To say
that life is a breeze must be a lie.
It is hard to stay positive when
you know, you too, will someday
die. All we can do is try to stay
sane. There is a war inside all
of our brains. There is some sun,
but mostly rain. Life can be fun
if we decide to run before father
time tucks us in. What we lose
in things is gained in wisdom.
When the dust settles, we will
see that past souls have risen.
The war is far from over, yet
the score is far from set. Bet
on yourself and don’t give up.
When feeling shell shocked, be
the rock that does not stop
staying on top. Win the battle
today. Strap on your saddle.
Ride closer to the finish line.
When the war is finally over,
our mission will be complete.
That’s when we will be okay.
That’s when we will feel peace.
Hello! I know it has been about 5ish months since my last poetry book release. I have been writing still, but with school starting back up, I had to put on my teaching pants. I found some time to upload my most recent project called Growing Pains. Really, each chapbook explores a period in my life and closely follows a general, universal theme. Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life. Enjoy! Thank you for your interest and enjoy my latest bunch of poems!
Growing Pains (Poetry Book)
Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life.
I think he caught his second wind.
He keeps his cards close to his chest.
His back to the wall, he does his best
to weather the storm. Most thought
of him as a dumb idiom bum. Yet,
he was richer than the rest. He lives
in a house of business cards. Bet
he is a cat among the pigeons.
He buries every hatchet and burns
every bridge. He goes out on a limb
in cold blood. When life seems dim,
he looks on the bright side. Life is no
picnic, but it doesn’t get out of hand.
He writes his poems in a black book
in front of black cats with black caps.
He may give you the cold shoulder
or a skeleton from his closet. He is
the only human in a room full
of elephants wearing tight pants.
He raises the bar outside the lines.
He stays in the loop: has the scoop.
He will not drain his swamp.
No pain. No gain. And, he is here
to stay. The dumb idiom bum
chooses to live against the grain
because he is a free-spirit up to
no good for God knows how long.
Each day, an old book closes. The story
is finished; the pen runs dry. Each page
is filled with a bunch of smaller stories:
memories: words that echo through
the skulls of its reader. One day,
the story we are navigating through
will expire as we retire – as the fire
dies – souls will fly into open skies.
Lies will become truths. Rough will
become smooth. Old age will become
youth. We are the characters inside
an open book that will, one day,
be closed – to be open once again
by a different pair of hands.
Until the book closes, look closer
at the plot and decide your ending:
one better than you ever thought.
Keep writing your story. Make it
a good one. We are still writing;
let’s make a book that someone
would want to pick up and read:
a plant grown from a small seed.