This piece is part of my 'Waterfall of words' series. I wrote this 3 years ago and its original title is; 'Poppy Cock'.I used to write stuff like this with DUP user Skyra when the site was still up....

Upon this page of poetry….We write with hopeful hearts our songs,because it helps us right life’s wrongsand sets bound spirits soaring free,upon this page of poetry.It takes all kinds, in every form …there’s really no accepted norm,to spill life’s...

Meeting up with the ladies at the bar to blow off some steam on a Friday night. It's supposed to be a relaxing night but instead it turned into this conversation.Hello ladies, and welcome to the Do It Right...

My legs are my motor The wind blows behind Neither mod nor rocker Just a man on a ride   Like the kid at Christmas By the lead colored tide No dreams of darkness Just a boy on a ride   The endless hill climb Breathing petroleum air Descending rush of...

We talk about thepast like it's amovie wewatched together.You liked thecinematography.I didn't care for thecruelty of theprotagonist.We disagree on thetheme, and everyscene holds differentaspects ofsymbolism for us.I'm not sure I wantthere to be a sequel,despite the goodacting.