I write because I can, because I should, because I'm a man.
I write about my life, about yours, for my wife.
I read to be informed, to be challenged, to be reformed.
I practice what I preach, I love learning, therefore I teach.
I keep things real, I keep things
+ more bio informationYou've excavated my essenceYou've dug into my beingLike an archaelogical expeditionYou've found fossils I don't want you seeingThere's a reason some things are hiddenKept away from the light of dayMaybe better left unspokenUntil I get the chance to sayThere's something I've kept secretIt's been burning up insideI can't predic... More..
The irony of speed glue is not lost on me. I have yet to see evidence of a single way in which glue relates to speed. In fact the presence of glue can only serve to reduce speed, in whichever way it is applied. This piece will examine the contradictory nature of speed glue by evaluating a range of different potential uses in ... More..
Voting with Your Taste BudsAs Saturday nears and the scrutineers cheerIts voting time againTake your how to vote card, now look at it hardJust who shall you choose from these men?The spectacled two have tried to fool youThat their policies are the bestJust a tick of the box, opportunity knocksTo set you apart from the restBut... More..
When examining the representation of minority groups on television during the 1990's, there was an apparent use of stereotyping acting to reinforce minority status. Network favourite NYPD Blue was filled with significant notable stereotypical reinforcement.This reinforcement could be considered to exist in the following manne... More..
I think I'll write a rhyming poemSomething with a patternABCB rhyming schemeWill probably just happenWhat shall I write about today?What theme should I adopt?I look around for inspirationNothing, my rhythm droppedHow does one write without a clueWhen looking for a hook?If I can't even write this poemWhat hope then, of a book?... More..
Don't tell anyone, I'm in love with youI've been following you around for yearsI was the one who whose breath you feltPanting behind your earsBut you can't find out, because it's a secretYou are not supposed to knowThose notes I signed anonymousThey're from me you knowThe heavy breathing on the phone lineIt was me I sayBut do... More..
I don't why you did itI don't know why you stoppedI can still picture your head that wayStill and lifeless when it droppedSo much is here waiting for youSo much on which to buildSo many people wondering whyYou felt compelled to killI feel as though I am to blameI feel like I have failed youThat I couldn't keep your spirits up... More..
Lively banter led to love in a canterUnder the guise of a jokeOffending her friend didn't cost in the end'Though in future I thought before I spokeSparkling wit and soon I was a hitBut in love with myself I do soundIt was she who adored, when I thought she was boredShe was enjoying, admiring, relating the love she had found More..
For them I mustEyes closed, machine guns echo across the landEyes open, I look for father and my mother's open handEyes closed, the ground below me starts to shakeEyes open, please forgive us for the risk we have to takeEyes closed, trying to summon all my energyEyes open, preparing myself to run, to fleeEyes closed, I take a... More..
A full stop. A dot on the line.A statement is ended. The message is fine.It's a pause. It's an ending.Either way, the tone is descending.Respected by readers. Followed by caps.A proud tool of literacy. No punctuation lapse.If this dot on the line, is what they call a full stop.Then why is it a comma? And not a half stop. More..
Thirteen Reasons
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