Vitals not so vital – suicidal?
Lines that come together to create no characters, but it builds
I’m sorry for Scaring her. Continue reading Color Schemes – Lines
Confusion in the face of Tragedy
So I get that this isn’t my normal modus operandi, but what the hell is going on? And I mean Hell: riots, violence, looting, and brick throwing. I live in the county not the city, but what the Hell, Baltimore? That’s not well written, but seriously: Since when does tearing a place down change anything for the better? Continue reading Color Schemes – Baltimore
Splashes of color corrupt the clean canvas,
white – pure and blinding;
the light at the end of the tunnel we all deny we’ll someday reach.
Speech stopped and fear knocked, escorted by the man dressed in
black – it’s the total darkness that scares us.
What could ever prepare us for the unknown? Continue reading Color Schemes – Death
I wasn’t sure about posting this one – mostly because despite my faith being strong, my feelings about religion confuse me too much for me to really write about them, but Stevie convinced me with a classic “Why not?” So here goes:
Everyone arrives late. Late to being early, late to being on time. Flash.
Disregard for ceremony, Disregard for the sacred.
Religion is what we make it – And here, it appears
As a spectacle. A side show fit for bright camera lights and unfunny levity. Flash. Continue reading Take Me to Church, I’ll Worship like a Model at the Shrine of the Times…
I realized belatedly that I never said what my Misplaced Missives are, and I figure there’s no better time to explain than at the beginning. Thus, down below is the first – not the first written but the first rewritten into my private journal. These are the lost letters to the ones I’ve loved; letters I was never brave enough to send or letters there’s no longer anyone to send to. So thank you for reading these in the stead of those who never will. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG
139. Playing Cards
Your honesty is only there when it suits you;
The attention I bet; the effort you neglect;
Their only reward is guilt and regret.
I suspect I’ll never win your heart or your trust,
And that my prize will be the hush
Left from unanswered questions and awkward silences. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #139 – Playing Cards – JG
Shut lips tightly and tread lightly
Never confess and always be dishonest
Speak slowly and keep focused
Only on what they can bear to hear Continue reading Misplaced Missives #135 – Friendship
A guest submission for the Creativity Challenge! Numbers 2, 7, and 8: a cloud, a volcano, and a skeleton.
You keep your skeletons
Safely tucked away in your closet. Continue reading Creativity Challenge: Cloud, Volcano, Skeleton
A guest submission for the Creativity Challenge! Numbers 1-5-6: a waiter/waitress, outer space, and a pen.
“Outer Space Pen Coffin”
We have a pact:
By day we wait tables Continue reading Creativity Challenge: Outer Space Pen Coffin
I can’t read what isn’t written;
Can’t make sense of scribbles in the sand.
How can you proclaim the perfection of what you preach,
When the standards you set, are out of anyone’s reach?
Who are you, to think to teach,
When you yourself are in so much need?
When you yourself are so easily deceived? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #160 – Written In The Sand