From the Scattered Mind

when i see the ads on taxicabs and subway cars advertising the Gentleman's Club with a woman's face blaring out from it hair gelled, fake, aesthetic makeup slathered over her face, not obvious, but there i laugh and then i cry because that is not a Gentleman's Club. that is a Nobody's Club. that is the place where men go when they've had too much to drink or they smoke, or they stuck a needle in themselves one too many times and i laugh and then i cry because that is not a Gentleman's Club. that is Nobody's Club. that is the place where men go when they want eye candy, something to wet their mouths to get excited about, without the bother of earning someone's affection putting effort into someone else's life feeling something for someone influencing another person for the better and i laugh and then i cry because that is not a Gentleman's Club. that is a Nobody's Club.

Image Credit: Flocabulary How do you  Write a poem? Put words  In an order  So they make something not quite spoken -  Not music,  Not essays,  Not novels,  Not speeches -  Just words  Made up of  Pure thought.

you're so far away my  mind  --echoing through--   am i dying and everythings going in        and                  out                         of f o                                        c                                                                 ...

I live on a stage where The crowds all stare with expectant eyes At me and my guitar. I stand, stock still, Until a friendly hand rests on my shoulder. I smile at the bassist, the drummer And tentatively play the first chord. I live on a stage where The crowds all stare with expectant eyes At me and my guitar. We soon have them swept away by the music But our legs begin to ache So we turn around, go backstage Before playing our next number. Assignment: Write a metaphor poem about your life.

a flaming june ;gentle sunset ;weary travel I is average one of many sunsets but she says You is      more beautiful We wrote ee cummings poems meant to capture a moment spent here, in [my location]. I'm pretty proud of it. Belonging to the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea  This is the picture I'm referencing: the Flaming June, by Frederic Leighton.