Writing has been a life long passion. I got my start in the newspaper biz before manning the mike as a radio journalist, before finally landing in television as a news assignment editor. I earned my Bachelor's degree in English from Northern Michigan University.
+ more bio informationI could never will the sun to shine, no matter how hard I try. I could never will a flower to bloom, if the rain won't fall from the sky. I could never will my heart to die, no matter how terrible I try. I could never make love swoon; no sun, rain or flower bloom can spell me from my doom. I could never promise to promise a ... More..
Poised at this intersection, too tired to write the feeling, endless are these idles thoughts without you to help me remember. Charcoal etches fading grey skies. A forgotten moon hides, pale behind your face - and lies. Return to me again, Summer. A humid night, you held my hand. We walked the hushed avenues, you commanded t... More..
John McCain seemed too desperate to win at the end, resorting to old campaign tactics that were unappealing to me. When I reflect on it, it seemed the Republicans were throwing the election and getting ready for 2012, knowing they didn't have a shot at winning this year. So, the party resorted to last minute fear mongering t... More..
These crusted, ancient walls fence me in. For eighteen years I've been held within. Peering into his well-worn, scaly eyes, I'm muddled and lost in my own foggy lies. Ducking his persistent words that humble, beneath my feeble arguments I crumble. Filled with self-indulgence, I refuse to see a world I don't care for that car... More..
Hard to remember a time when you needed me, you wouldn't let me go. Dancing so sweetly, you showed me it could be so, to hold on to my dreams, but they slipped away. If you didn't need me, you never told me so? If you didn't love me, you never let me go? But somehow our dreams just seemed to slip away. (CHORUS) Slippin' away... More..
Her vista, on an aging front porch, pans a broadening horizon; sun creeping up, yellowing her eyes, Mama doesn't see the skies. Brilliant, gorgeous morning death carves silhouettes from dusky autos; suits tussled with crooked ties, she knows each hand-sewn guise. The backdrop can't hide their shame. Stealth woman on a wooden... More..
Diverted river, streaming into sorrow, dries in vain with rain coming tomorrow. Wash away, silted bed of dead; purge in vain with rain returning fed. Cyclical, dying and yet still trying... Time cedes the minutes of life, aging in vain with rain, ending strife. Carry away ebbing tide of hope; escape in vain with rain rushing... More..
Good people get fired everyday. It's business, pure and simple. To put a negative connotation on a job termination is what you want to avoid. Going into a job interview, have the confidence of knowing your former employer will not divulge how you were separated from your job. This doesn't mean you should lie, but have the co... More..
No gas left in the tank. If Brett Favre was a car, you couldn't push him to the finish line now. Number four said it, "I'm tired." And who can blame him? After playing 16 straight years without missing a game (253 regular season plus 22 playoff), the old man with the scruffy white whiskers is ready to hang it up. But is the ... More..
When it comes to East Coast versus West Coast, what better pairing than the Boston Celtics against the Los Angeles Lakers? The NBA thrives when it can banner two teams like these in the championship finals with their storied histories. But to get there, the Celtics and Lakers had to square off with some pretty intense compet... More..
Brian Keith Compton
Green Bay, Wisconsin US
Marketplace Approved Writer
Articles Written: 114
Writers Invited: 2