“Deal With It” (Poem)

Everything is building up,
It’s getting to be too much.
You want to get it over with,
To say ev’rything is finished.
But no, you can’t.
You have to finish what you’ve started.
You can’t quit.
You want to, but
That’s not an option.
Your brain is sick.
Sick of the stress and strain.
You’re sick of it too.
You get to suck it up
And deal with it.
The stress makes it harder to sleep,
Harder to concentrate.
But still you must deal with it.


This was originally written in October 2013.

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Thunderstorm (Poem)

Arguing violently
amongst themselves
over little things:
Which temperature is better,
The prefered precipitation,
Whether electricity should be outlawed.
All of which
violence is
Unnecessary to solve.
But they are soon overtaken
by their anger for the “opposition,”
and the Storms begin,
Tormenting the surface of the earth.


I wrote this in August 2013. I made some changes from that original version.

[The Desire to Write] Overarching Writing Goal

A burning desire
to pen more words.
A need to continue
and finish what I started.
I began with the intent
to finish, to publish,
And still that is the goal.
The sooner I prove
to myself I can do this—
What I’ve wanted
for so long to do,
the sooner I can
do it again.
I have too many
ideas to write,
to develop, to work on,
too many worlds
and characters
who need my attention
and words.
It only matters
that I want to write them,
not that you do or do not
want to read them.
That is your business,
this is mine.


This poem is part of my debut collection Inside a Writer’s Head.
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Observation Paradox

The paradox of
attention to minute details
While overlooking many surroundings
is exactly how this writer lives.
The detailed descriptions,
The marvelous imagery,
but still oblivious to many things.
Sometimes so obvious,
they disappear from existence
Other times, the keen eyes pick out
what doesn’t seem to be there.
The paradox of this living is
defying of reason after all.


This poem is part of my debut collection Inside a Writer’s Head.
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Seeing Might not be Believing

Some things are simply not meant to be
heard
But to be
read, seen.
The impact of same-sounding
different’-spelled words is not
made or experienced without
seeing this difference.
Sometimes a combination of
hearing and seeing
is required to grasp
the thought or idea
being expressed, communicated.


This poem is part of my debut collection Inside a Writer’s Head.
You can read more poems from Inside a Writer’s Head here, buy the collection, or join the January/February giveaway for a chance to win the ebook.

“Santa Claus” (Poem)

It was nearly Christmas time

as could be seen

by the decorations,

smells, and the ringing of bells

Everywhere

All the time,

It seems.

But few consider

what this time means,

The consequences awaiting

from a year of spying.

The elves and secret eyes and ears

Reporting all

To none other

Than Santa Claus.


This poem was inspired by the song Santa Claus is Coming to Town.