Refill. A poem.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out. Continue reading Refill. A poem.
Tag: Anxiety
Strike Three – I’m out!
I’m taking a break from online dating. It’s just too depressing. Awkward, tiring and depressing. Big sigh. Continue reading Strike Three – I’m out!
Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about. Continue reading Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
The Day. A poem.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
Pedestrian. A poem.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
Waiting for a sign…
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human. Continue reading Waiting for a sign…
Healthy Huff ‘n Stuff
As you may or may not know, I’m a bit of a health nut. I work out regularly, get plenty of cardio, try to eat right, read fitness magazines, and so forth.
Over time I’ve picked up a few things here and there to keep healthy. Continue reading Healthy Huff ‘n Stuff
Alone. A poem.
One of those days. Unfortunately, the internet is not a cure for loneliness. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Today. A poem.
This poem is a true story.
If you’re feeling, or thinking, this way – choose life.
Every time. Continue reading Today. A poem.
Womb. A poem.
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it. Continue reading Womb. A poem.
Online Dating Fail – Strike 3!
My second face-to-face date (and third woman I’ve spoken to*). Not so bad. Had a nice meal. Company was okay. Looking like my ex-wife was not a positive point. Continue reading Online Dating Fail – Strike 3!
The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity. Continue reading The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
Black Dog. A poem.
As a person who suffers from long term depression, I thought it only right that I write a poem about it. Continue reading Black Dog. A poem.
Haiku, haiku, haiku. Bless you
Some haikus I wrote – Japanese poems based on a 5/7/5 syllable structure. Like I said, I’m in a poem-writing mood. Continue reading Haiku, haiku, haiku. Bless you
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