When This Hand Writes: If The World Ends Tomorrow

On this page, I will explore creative writing through poetry

What We Crave
Every Last Coal
If The World Ends Tomorrow
The Shampoo Conspiracy

W H A T  W E  C R A V E

We crave for what we do not have

Gold, adventure, strangers in masks

With all our lusting, we’ve lost sight

Of what’s before us, shining bright

One man’s hunger watered his mouth

Led him into the deepest South

Will we return or venture forth?

Your kingdom awaits, just up North

E V E R Y  L A S T  C O A L

My anger comes and then it goes

The longings of my soul it knows

Once it secured itself to me

I lost myself; I fell asleep

This happened, oh, some great time ago

And I welcomed it, I said, “Hello”

I could be deaf or something much worse

For when it speaks, there comes such a curse

And then my world turns upside down

All that I love cannot be found

Yes, maybe deaf or even dumb

I built it a home filled with crumbs

I’m desperate to severe it from my soul

All of it, completely... every last coal

And should it leave scars, that’ll be just fine

At least then I’ll be rid of the foul swine!

If I fail to never see what it truly is

I may just forget that I had seen the abyss

It had taken me there once and told me some lies

And I believed what it said, to my sad surprise

But not any longer, it stops today!

For I cannot afford to walk that way

One thing is sure: I’m destined to be free!

From anger’s lies, both to and about me

I F  T H E  W O R L D  E N D S  T O M O R R O W

If the world ends tomorrow

Will you have done all you could?

Will you have said all you should?

Will you have loved?

If the world ends tomorrow

What will have been your history?

Will you have discovered the mystery?

Will your passion be intact?

If the world ends tomorrow

Will it all have been worth it?

Will your time have had its moments?

Will your memories be noble?

If the world ends tomorrow

What will you leave behind?

Will you seek to press rewind?

Will you be fulfilled?

If the world ends tomorrow

What if another awaits?

What if there’s more at stake?

Will you be surprised?

If the world does not end tomorrow

Does that mean it never will?

Should we go on living merrily, still?

The answer is no

T H E  S H A M P O O  C O N S P I R A C Y

I don’t quite understand this game

Of shampoo and conditioner, and then more of the same

Put the poo in your hair and then let it abound

It should cover all, not just your crown!

Some buy all sorts treatments and cures

But isn’t it funny that they never endure?

And if that’s you, something may be wrong

I’m as clean as a whistle and have been all along

But all I do is use shampoo

A little here, a little there and I’m just like new

So instead of these words, maybe I’ll sell this stuff

That’s what they do and you never have enough!

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When This Hand Writes: I Long To See Alaska

On this page, I will explore creative writing through poetry

If Clouds Were Mountains
Errors in my writing & the Insecurity it brings
The Story of a Boy
I Long To See Alaska

I F  C L O U D S  W E R E  M O U N T A I N S

If clouds were like mountains, I’d climb them
Closing my eyes, I can see the view
When the sky was bright or even dim
Up I’d go if I couldn’t fall through

I’d hope that some could be bounced upon
And send me flying into the sky
I’d jump all day until it was dawn
From one to the other I would fly

But just think if you could drop below
Into one that would catch your great fall
And if it was soft (and it’d be so!)
How fun would it be to try them all?

Imagine a life with clouds like this
And consider just what we could do
If you close your eyes and see the mist
You can jump from the fluff of the dew

E R R O R S  I N  M Y  W R I T I N G  &  T H E  I N S E C U R I T Y  I T  B R I N G S

often times, when I reread my work, I find mistakes
And upon such findings, my creative genes begin to shake

They wobble and they wooble and soon, I'm afraid
My curiosity of what you think becomes too heavy a wait

And if I can’t enjoy just being creatively true
Then what comes to be will only be me trying too please you

So if it’s okay, I’m just gonna mess up a whole, real lot
I’m no professional and what I record was never taught

Therefore, everything you see here is just me having fun
And I hope that that shows when you read the works I've done,

T H E  S T O R Y  O F  A  B O Y

In the days of my innocence
I was true to the boy inside
I knew nothing of relevance
Life had color; I was alive

This was me in all my glory
Young and wild and curious
Just a boy playing in the trees
So free and quite oblivious

But not for long! Darkness did come
“Hello,” it said and so did I
And soon that boy had become numb
There was no more life in his eyes

It wasn’t long before I’d ask
If this was the life I wanted…
A friend with the man in the mask
Or with the boy that he’d faulted?

But then came one and he knew me
In him was color, bright and bold
He spoke to the boy through story
Redeeming thoughts, secrets untold

And before long, I knew the truth
His words, like thunder, would break in
We reminisced above the roofs
And my heart was reawakened

I  L O N G  T O  S E E  A L A S K A

I long to see Alaska and to walk amongst its beauty
Just to hide away for a while, making forts in the trees
Surely, to roam free like the animals would be the best way
Or even better as a child, if it were possible

I could use some seclusion as I explore its quiet breath
And, likewise, a little danger (for I know that it lives there)
To play in the rivers and to stand on the boulders above
To daydream in lush, grassy meadows, soft to the touch and kind

I’d awake to the smells of the forest - to its piercing calm
At night I’d fall asleep in wonder as passion allures me
There’s no telling what adventures might come in a given day
One can only imagine the mystery of such a place

While I fail to know the reason, there’s wonder inside my heart
It’s been there since as long as I can remember, just waiting
A curiosity that I just may let overtake me
For I long to see Alaska… the Alaska that I see 

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