I was a lifeguard at the Craig City Pool for many years. It was a great experience, if sometimes very boring. The worst place to be all day was in the west facing chairs at the wave pool at 5pm. The sun struck full body and it was unbearably hot. When I was a head … Continue reading Poem 7 – The Lifeguard
There were a lot of people in my high school around my age who didn't make it. Most were in car accidents. Two people shot themselves accidentally in the head messing around with guns. This was a poem I wrote after a girl I worked with as a lifeguard was killed driving back from Grand … Continue reading Poem 6 – Shrouded Friend
Poem 5 - What to Write I apparent wrote a lot of poems about not knowing what to write. Here is one. When in doubt about what to write, just write. Then edit edit edit. Too bad I didn't do any of that edit stuff. The art here was somewhat hastily done between a production … Continue reading Poem 5 – What to Write
Bus Trip Being tall is very hard On bus trips to unknown places. So many passing cars So many unknown faces. Like to watch the world go by With my knees pressed to my chest I wish bus seats were larger. They're designed for all the rest.
Adrift I'm Adrift amid torrent winds Swirling around me, moving my hair I've discovered no meaning In a world without care. Everyone needs a meaning A sail to catch the breeze To steer us in a direction To fly across the seas. Sometimes the ocean waves swell And carry us afar. Other times the winds … Continue reading Poem 3 – Adrift
Another one, because the art is fun. I think I was being literal with this one. I like rain, and always have. Rain The wind flies over the land A churning, living storm. Relentless in it's power Seamless in its form. Twisting, wrapping, uncontrolled Lifting souls to new heights Moving living lying leaves In freedom … Continue reading Poem 2 – Rain
This is mostly self-gratification. Last weekend my friend Jay and I found a couple of collections of poems written by our teenage selves. So I thought a fun project would be to post those poems mostly unedited (I'll try to mute the most cringe-worthy moments.) Additionally I figured I could practice my artistic skills and … Continue reading Paths – Poems from my 16 year old self.
