Where I’ll attempt to write a poem about 2018 accounting in the form of my 21st birthday wishlist. Plate Carrier with Level 3 Trauma Plates for Front and Back Velcro ‘PRESS’ patch Bitcoin Mining Machine Helios Lens for EF Series Editing Desktop PC with tons of Upgrade Potential Tiny Whoop Racer – Awesome Sauce EditionContinue reading “21st Wishlist – Journal 6/1/18”
Tag Archives: creativity
BRRRRRT – Journal 5/20/18
Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve done one of these that I nearly forgot how I structured the titles. But I remembered how to write poetry today, that’s pretty fucking nice. Today is a very prominent day in my history. It has to do with my introduction and coming-of-age story that occurred over theContinue reading “BRRRRRT – Journal 5/20/18”
Skulduggery – Journal 2/12/18
Onwards with the expansion of Radio Reality City! I have some updates, for once! Aside from the new Soundcloud venture, I have a couple of new wonderful additions to the RRC armory! Business first. I’m now on Patreon! As I’m familiar with other avenues of monetization, I’ve decided that this might be the best wayContinue reading “Skulduggery – Journal 2/12/18”
Hydras
Around my studios coil Hydras of light Burning with the sound Of the music In my head They speak to me Reach out to me Tell me to see The light they bring Spent hours Understanding Their language And tongue I know how to speak it But forgot it How come? Lest the hydras CeaseContinue reading “Hydras”
To the Artist Across the Table
I can see you sketching all Kinds of things there Stuff that I can’t do as well Unless it’s with words But the cities you can make Are even more tangible And now another piece of paper Has been taken out and you Could be Drawing me But that might be so egotistical To thinkContinue reading “To the Artist Across the Table”
Conductor
Desperation will make Ink brushes Out of spare wire And will make one want to Make some kind of Art from it Scratchy and stupid You do it out of Desperation
Portable Eleven
Portable Eleven A rock held open the door Venting a hot room In the northern Summer air Sanctuary happened here At least Perhaps In an era Before No shackles No chains No manacles Condemning anything to death Nothing doomed And no one wounded A clinic, if you will For things broken To be rebuilt AContinue reading “Portable Eleven”
