The Last Mile

I did not want to say a prayer, not those words,
To your God who needed you more than I do…

Where Are We Going?

Hard to sleep the night before.
Always harder, not knowing.
With the rising sun we’ll leave,
I wonder where we’re going.

Consequences

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I stole a motorcycle.

The Last Mile

I did not want to say a prayer, not those words,
To your God who needed you more than I do…

Heat Wave

The lack of rain nice,
With roads that are dry,
But your glaring heat,
Makes a biker fry…

Why I Ride

Tinted windows block the sun,
Scenery killed for comfort won…

The Wave, prose written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: The Wave, prose written by Brad Osborne, whose writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres.

I Missed Us

It’s been a long, cold winter away,
And spring love brings an urgency…

Well Suited

You put it on like a tailor-made suit,
Something crafted with a purpose,
Powerful with good looks to boot,
It fits perfectly where every curve is.

Night Rider

The twilight comes too fast now
Midday sun not near as high
Season running out somehow
Cooler wind in cloudless sky

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author