Of all the literarydevices, my favoriteone is living.There's no substitute.As poets, we pull back thecurtain to our view of life.You can shape your craft asyou go.Metaphors will come allover the page.Your imagery will becomepencil-sharp and vivid.Be patient.If you don't...

A ghost floats right there before me.And she wanted to stay up high.She wanted things to last forever. So we can both fly.One time is forgivable,right?She hurt me once without blinking an eye. And I thought,does it matter?And let out a...

It’s not about the fame or accolades  That’s a young man’s way of thinking My flavor’s breaking down barricades  That’s why I quit the whiskey drinking    Success is my double edged sword Staying grounded to the harsh reality Unwilling to completely cut the cord Protecting my...

             “Heavy breathing, sore back and knees that hurtBecause this sexy freak just received some major sex work,            “Now she lays across a fucked out bed in recoveryWhile I’m in the bathroom scrubbing off my dick liquefied pussy,             “After...

back and forth the pendulum swingsregressing in my mind I see the lives I've livedrebellious being with a penchant for painlooking in I know not where I've beenbut I'm struck with the feeling I know more than this mortal...