Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Word Thief

You will have to read my mind,
Find my thoughts behind the eyes…

Unspoken

Turn stale and crumble in decay,
Blown in the winds yesterdays…

Our Silence

It crashed our conversation,
Like an adolescent driver,
More meteor than metaphor…

Our Silence

It crashed our conversation,
Like an adolescent driver,
More meteor than metaphor…

Winter Woods

As I walked in the winter woods,
Amongst a chorus of white pines…

Upon the Soul

I know the chill,
Skin and cold steel,
Yet colder still,
The pain I now feel…

Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Unspoken

Turn stale and crumble in decay,
Blown in the winds yesterdays…

Word Thief

You will have to read my mind,
Find my thoughts behind the eyes…

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