I get bored often. I like to write poems. I never see my poems as being anything but simple. Usually, my poems are sad and depressing. This one is no different. It’s sad and depressing. I can’t write happy poems. Really, I can’t. I don’t have it in me. I don’t know what love is and no, I don’t want you to show me.
On Friday, December 14th, a gunman opened fire on Sandy Hook Elementary. Twenty kids and 6 adults were murdered. A poem for the people in Newtown, Connecticut. You are in my prayers.
Every so often I get bored and write a poem. It isn’t a great poem and in no way will I ever compare what I wrote to Elliot or Keats. I just write to entertain myself. Maybe not the best way to entertain myself but if it gets the creative juices flowing, so be it. Before you jump to conclusions, I am not depressed nor am I looking to off myself. With that being said, enjoy!
I haven’t posted any of my writing lately. This story I am about to share is titled, “broken”. It is a story about a mother, her husband, and her daughter. Lauren fears her husband is cheating on her. Our story begins with the mother in the basement. She is busy humming along to showtunes while her daughter is woken up by the noises and the odd sounds filling the room.
I mentioned in previous blog (read it here) that I am in the middle of writing an epic four story collaboration. The stories will intertwine with each other but will be a story all their own. I am going to share with you a little section of one of the stories I am currently in the process of writing. This story, “The Mortuary“, is about a child killer & sexual predator. I’ve written some pretty eff’ed up stuff before but this one I think is pushing it. It’s a good story. It’s not even close to be finished but I have it all planned out. At least I have the ending planned out. The middle is going to be the tricky part. Read it below.