Writing

Black blood,
Bleeding on white,
Empty page of paper,
Limitless possibility-
Now gone.

Reactionary Dolts

I see
The rising tide.
Ignorant and stupid,
Elect reactionary dolts--
Our doom.

Football

Football,
Black and white sphere.
Teams shuffle on the pitch.
For official whistle they wait.
Tweet-tweet.

Tweet-tweet.
Gasping, they stop.
A card, yellow raised.
The crowd erupts in cheers and jeers.
Anger.

Anger.
Ball crosses line.
Leaving keeper in mud,
Gloves smacking  ground in frustration.
Defeat.

Defeat.
Faces sullen,
Twelve men march off the grass,
Knowing they failed coach and fans.
Zero.

Zero.
Nothing scored.
The league was lost for them.
But the other, victorious.
Glory.

The Ditch

Dark, Dank
Despairing ditch.
Demons dwell in the deep.
Taking souls of those who come close.
Darkness.

Betrayed

Bloody

Woman in white

Sanguine droplets soaking

Spilling forth from a sickle slit

Betrayed.

Imagine

Paper,

A blank canvas,

Full for potential thoughts,

The instrument of creation.

Perfect.

A pen.

From it comes thoughts,

Ideas that flow freely,

Escaping from the writer's mind.

Born new.

Glasses,

Allowing sight,

Visualization,

Ideas coming to fruition.

Beauty.

Author,

Paper in hand,

Pen dancing across it.

The start of a grandiose world,

Just think.

This world,

In light, people,

In darkness, the monsters,

Everywhere, beautiful life,

Imagine.

Paper,

From it comes thoughts,

Visualization,

The start of a grandiose world,

Imagine.