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What is poetry to the artistically challenged? Words and rhymes on a page, set to a metre obliquely defined. Those with empty plates need not the epiphanic call. Those with shuttered eyes feel just as strongly or not at all. But poetry doesn’t qualify with definitions. It drives from wordsworth’s […]

Changeup

Hello followers and new readers,   I’ve decided to changeup how I post my poetry online by including imagery to set the tone. I’ll be reposting a few of my well-liked poems as well as a few of my personal favorites. I apologize for no new work recently, but school […]

Hope

Hope is a feckless bully When you think you’ve lost it all, he appears He drives you in the morning, keeps your eyes open when you should sleep He forces you to carry him, always trying to share that burden with others He’s a monster of unimaginable force, a dictator […]

For those who don’t know, I’m studying to be a teacher at UTSA(The University of Texas at San Antonio), specializing in English. The following is a breakdown of what’s to be expected of my first year as a teacher.   Phases of First-Year Teaching   That’s quite insane but not […]

Confidence

In the palm there lies a two-headed coin On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other? There are times when arrogance is […]

The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell   You open the page and begin […]

Spirituality

The needs of all and shown in few Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone It needs no religion though many find that not true It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the […]

A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents These currents have no mind, no choices, no set path We know not when we will be swept into the tempest Taken on an unexpected journey to a destination brighter than the last But when that feather settles […]