Lightning awakes the night Strikes of purple fill the dark Without sleep, again The lights flicker off No way I can focus now I’m out. Find shelter.

This isn’t a poem

Ahem Okay I’m totally not ready for this When I have to think of words my brain’s amiss Maybe I should write about my first kiss…   No   I can’t think of anything to write These people think I’m crazy I think they’re right.   Do they understand how hard this is? My poetry … Continue reading This isn’t a poem