Most Recent Writing

I wrote the following poem in my car on my lunch break which is where a lot of the newer writing is coming from. I wish I could go out and write in the mountains, but that always gives me flowery garbage writing that I am embarrassed of anyway. I guess my car on my lunch break with a lingering sense of dread that I have to return to work bodes better for my style of writing. This poem is not very reflective of my style, but I wanted to try more alliteration and see how it felt, but as always, the poem is a story more than anything. (The following note was written after transcribing the poem) I really do like this poem, but it would not be something that I would perform because it's not funny or entertaining to a large group, but something better read than performed. The last two lines could have rhymed better, but overall a success. I like having the lighthearted beat and rhyme scheme (almost childish) with very adult overtones like that of murder.

Once upon a time there was a man
Who had no plan
He wandered aimlessly in no particular direction
There was no goal and therefore no progression
But he had no worries like the rest of us
Which made us rage with jealousness
Someone screamed “the sky is falling” and we all cried
But he carelessly walked by
On his way to nowhere
With no worry or care
The terrified mass was amiss
"Why do we live in fear while he gets ignorant bliss?
He didn't know any better
And no one deserves to be happy forever
His lightheartedness makes me as sick as his smile
We should light his house on fire
He needs to live in the real reality
In which people are too stressed and oppressed to be so damned cheery”
They assembled and torches were lit
There was an inciting of rage from a soap box then they would march in a bit
“He can't go on trying to infect people with his mindless optimism
Someone, everyone, all of us must stop him”
They raised their torches to the air and yelled in excited shouts
“Let's march to his home and burn it down
Give this ignorant ignorer of all things real
a reason to join us in the misery, worry and horror we feel”
They marched loudly with torches in hand
Talking about delusion and responsibility until they got the house of the man
A perfect circle of softy lit mob faces surrounded the man's house
The foreman previously on his soapbox spoke up screaming, "Smoke him out!"
Torches touched porch patio and trees and in a moment all was ablaze
Now he will have to come out of his stupid worriless haze
The fire quickly scaled the walls of the house
And in the reflected fiery eyes of the mob they saw no one coming out
Within the flying ashes from the fires of hell
There were no cries for help
Just a man who freely slept through the entire ordeal
No idea that he was ever trapped in a flaming seal
He didn't even cough as the smoke entered his lungs
And as quickly as it started, it was done
The crisp and blackened frame towered above the ash
The mob stepped back aghast
This was not their intention
They just wanted him out of his optimistic delusion
But they reeled back in realized horror
as they had all just become murderers