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  • Right Now Ago

    If it doesn’t rip me to shreds,
    I don’t want it. 
    Give it to me cold and 
    something cruel. 
    Jaw dropping love 
    all tired and sore. 
    Where do I find the will to live?
    What fun is that? 
    
  • Tantalizing Tips: Laziness is the Work

    I often get questions from new readers about where the inspiration for my work comes from. Simply put, it often doesn’t. I rely primarily on a process of laziness that pays itself off in the long run.

    This process involves roughly 3-4 steps of meager time investments – generally opportune times when I’m bored or not busy anyway. Initially, I gather ideas by writing down characters, story snips, one-liners, etc. that pop into my head. This is often inspired by the world around me, but not necessarily so.

    Step two includes connecting these ideas. Sometimes I peruse notes and sometimes new ideas come to me as I conglomerate these loosely bound whizzes and quips.

    Finally, depending on editing and/or publishing, these last one-two part steps put it all together. I paint my finishing touches and clean up anything that feels disconnected.

    That’s it. You’ve made poetry.

    I don’t do it this way for every single piece, note. Sometimes I do a whole piece in one setting and sometimes it takes the course of several months to years to finalize a poem or short story. It all depends because I don’t invest a lot of time into willing ideas to the surface – I often find this does not work anyway.

    TLDR: How to write poetry the scribdbits way

    1. Gather data (ideas and concepts) – continuous.
    2. Organize – per piece.
    3. Edit and publish – per piece.

  • No Love Lost

    It freed us - 
    what sweet moments
    we indulged
    after agreeing
    precious few
    remained. 
    
  • Preposterous Ponderings: Seeking and Living

    Do not search for meaning,
    
    life has no meaning,
    
    seek a worthwhile life. 
  • Dank

    He didn’t sit alone, but with himself. 
    The chatter filled his glass -
    lemon, fennel, cumin -
    as he toasted with smoke and hog,
    ‘to the curious case of the dog in the nighttime.’

  • Sob Her

    Sobriety's a bitch.
    I try
    to love her
    with all I have

    and still

    she calls me a
    cheating bastard.
  • Reiff

    Viola, you poor,
    indentured thing.
    When they say 
    100% cranberry;
    they **mean** it!
    Barely a step above
    chalk.
    Or was that line drawn
    in sand?
    Look hard enough, and
    one can nearly always 
    find a few options
    for insanity. 
  • I’m

    Your biggest fan and your harshest critic.

  • Preposterous Ponderings: Inspiration

    If you look outward solely for answers, I mourn your lack of creativity. If you look only inward, I weep for your lack of humanity.

  • Dis-Top[Ea]

    This reality:
    
    not the bright-eyed 
    shoot-em-up gallery
    they promised,
    
    not nearly as nice
    as the dusty menagerie
    foreseen. 
    
    Orange, plastic caps 
    
    land in the doorway 
    of cardboard market stalls.