The comments of a moron in a Meetup poetry workshop — On Thursday, June 8, 2023, I was in a poetry workshop on Meetup, led by instructor and Beat Generation lyrical poet Clive Matson, when one of the participants made the idiotic and ignorant statement, “Mental illness does not exist. It’s not real.” Wtf? I lost my shit and started yelling…

A poem — ‘I would never hire you if you applied for a job at my company,’ I was told one day, a random disparaging comment. And the reason was a joke - because I had blue hair. No knowledge of my intelligence, my talents or my skills. He judged me and my competencies based on one criteria about which he wasn’t…

A poem — The light is ever so faint glowing dimly in the abyss, it swallows my soul leaving behind only an empty shell. My spirit is gone and my heart is devoid of love, as desolate as the empty and bare winter tree. Devoid of life, warmth, and humanity, only pain exists in such a dreadful…

A poem — Fragmented dreams - a glimpse here, a snippet of memory there. Abused, rejected, abandoned. My mother’s refusal to speak to me, an insult from my father, a condescending fake expression of sympathy from my sister. None of it makes sense, none of it fits together. Film clips of pieces of…

A poem — I live in a world of darkness where no light shines in, because sharing my feelings with others is forbidden even though they said they’d always be there for me. Insincere best wishes pass through lying lips, uncaring, insensitive behavior, ignoring my attempts to reach out. But I’m unwanted even in my own family, them wishing I…

A poem — Power, power, power, you think you have it all, because you’re the ones in charge. President, Vice-President, Board Members, the CEOs, CFOs, CMOs, COOs, You’re the upper caste, the ones who make all the rules. Democracy be damned, you whisper amongst yourselves, a sham of it will do just fine. As long as your image maintains, only your opinions truly matter. No…

A poem — Life is like a construction site, filled with rusty nails, stones, cement, bricks, tools, etc… Everything will be needed to build your defenses in life.

A Poem — God guides me on my journey through life, Helping me to determine which path is to be taken this time. All paths until now have ended badly, But knowing I’m not alone on this life journey is Reassuring. For if I maintain my faith My life circumstances will improve. Continuing to believe in God Provides me with a…

A poem — When you’re a bitch, vengeance is mine. When you ignore me, vengeance is mine. When you insult me, vengeance is mine. When you reject me, vengeance is mine. When you’re in denial of the role you played, vengeance is mine. When you vomit hypocrisy, vengeance is mine. When you blame…