What type of writer should you be?

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Silent Hours

In these silent hours
I sit and write

I delve into an existence
bigger than that of mine

the woes,
the trails and injustices
of a people, subject
to the insatiable desires of
mankind


faceless names,
mere words,
sketched scenarios
ink on paper
mere words,
which have the power to
change a person's life

Mere words

How much more
could mere words
guided by

love

transform

a person's life?

I would like to know.

hugging a lost shirt

The lost shirt
the owner has left
is hugged
close to the chest
of the man who
once knew the man

all that remains
is a lost shirt
for him to cling
on to
reliving the memories
trying to capture
the essence of
the person he once knew

The lost shirt
so thin, so weightless
so insubstantial.
The lost shirt

so precious

because it's
all that he has,

all he has

ever had

The mist is clearing

The mist is clearing
so why is my heart
so heavy
the mist is clearing
my eyes are opening
do i know anything
more now that all
that I've always felt
has been articulated
into facts that stare
at me in the face
low and gloaming

What can i do
what can i do?

Run away from a state
that will never change
quiet, be still
scamper on,
in the wheel they
make for you

make as if to protest
but idly watch
as another innocent they molest

as more and more
lies
are generated each day
in black and white
will we ever
wake up
or will we continue
pretending

that there is change?
nothing's changing
nothing will change
the air is stifling
but lay quiet
oh so quiet

there's only one gang
in town now
and the
gang bang
will reduce any man

to a pauper,liar,pariah...
for at least now,
we've got food, shelter, money
we've got safety
we've got all we ever need

safe in
our prison cells

we've got all we ever want




















"No Surprises"

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

So many have gone

So many have come and gone
how many more times
will i hear about
and see the people
that pass through
my life

disappear, depart, leave...

how many more times
will i see the passing
of another soul
from this earth
into eternity?

How many more times
can my heart take
the brokeness
that comes when
you give your heart to someone
and have them taken from you
How many more tears
can i shed
for a lonely heart
and why do i cry so much?

So many have gone
i cannot think
now, because

i just cannot think of

the ones closest
to me...
being taken away from me

being taken away

So many have gone
and everytime
i see another one go

I think of you.