WilliamThePirate

A small, unobtrusive teen walks down the street on a cold winter evening. All bundled up, he heads home from the library. Crossing the bridge, he thinks to himself about the books he borrowed from the library. He thinks about how much he is going to enjoy reading them quietly in his room. With all that has happened lately, he has begun to be somewhat anti-social, even with his brother and father. They just moved into what is supposed to be a temporary place for an indeterminate amount of time. It’s around Christmas, within a couple of days before or after. Head down, he continues along his way. At the other end of the bridge is the roa

I don't want you to know this, I don't want you to hear, What I'm gonna say silently, Into your twisted ear. You think you’re so innocent, You think you’re so clean, But your heart and your mind Are not what they seem. I’m tired of your lies, I’m tired of this game, I’m tired of your innocence, It’s getting real lame. You’ve created a monster, A beast within me, If you don’t wise up soon, You’ll be the first to see. You’ve been fooled by yourself, You’ve got no-one to blame, You’re wrong and I’ve told you, You should know you’re a shame. You brought shame on

One word One word gets you a sketch and a poem One word and I’ll give you that much of me A piece of myself to take home Carry it in a pocket, book, purse, backpack or whatever Or two words Just two words Two words get you more Give me two words and I’ll return fifty-fold I’ll write you a better poem One with meaning and depth I’ll give you more of me To hold, do with what you please Or how about three? I’m almost afraid to offer Three little words Wow, the returns Give me three little words and I’ll give you… I’ll give you a story A world of your own to cherish and rule An

lost in the big city wilderness caught in a fluctuating crowd more people less slight agoraphobia perhaps enjoying life, but still alone alone with two permanent residents in my life a steady fluctuation of guests transients mostly, like myself they come, they go no-one stays but the originals the three amigos tres cervecas por favor gracias mi amigo still alone lost in darkness in search of light blind, yet I see blind only to the light searching searching always finding never finding nice combat boots boots that fit and suit that will never wear out passive-aggressive resistance to and from everyone epic adventur

MOOSE 1 From on the back of a moose so large, That it dwarfs more’n a thousand barge, Is a sunset so stunning That instead of running You’ll collapse on your awestruck Sarge. MOOSE 2 From the back of the Mystic Moose, A spectacular sunset bursts loose, The sun’s gorgeous rays Remind you in ways Of being released from a noose. MOOSE 3 A giant moose stands in the water, As the sun rises and gets hotter, He’s not a fool Because he keeps cool, A grand trick that he learned from his father. LAME? My mind’s stuck on this moose I just drew, Someday I may show this to you, I ask am I sane? Or is thi