Here is my drawing of Mario’s sidekick Yoshi, he is a dinosaur found in the famous Mario video games.  I found a drawing of him online and was inspired to try to draw it myself. I decided that I would  give drawing shot, I always want to try so why not?! I’m always up for trying something new and for a guy who is not much of an artist, I think it turned out well!


April 11, 2014


He hides behind a new sea of camouflage
shades of green and brown colors
similar to the terrain he fights on

it’s what he breaths now,
it consumes him
it’s his new norm

he’s killed a man in cold-blood
and strangled another until his last breath
but he won’t let it be told
nor will he ever tell his family
or seven-year-old daughter,

he doesn’t want her dad
to become the enemy.

He sits there alone
in the desert, under the stars
as his camouflage colors
turn into shades of greys and blacks
for he is a man who has lost himself,
behind army lines.

At home,
he imagines
his daughter sitting on the window sill,
waiting for his return and running
down the front stairs and into his arms
before he can make it to the door.

His image shoots warmth through his veins
and into his heart
not for if his moment will ever happen,
but when it does.

She doesn’t know it,
maybe never will,
it’s her
that makes him stay alive
for another day,
it’s her

that is
his hero

I Won a Poetry Award!

April 10, 2014


So I recently entered my school’s poetry competition for a collection of poems and my collection didn’t win, but one of my poems did!

My poem Write in Color, won an Honorable Mention as a stand alone poem and I got the chance to read it in front of a bunch of people, it was awesome. Thanks to all of my readers for inspiring me and pushing me forward, never would have thought a poem of mine would ever win anything to be honest.

PS: Not too sure what a guy like me is going to do with a rose. I told one of the judges I would have rather taken an Xbox lol Hopefully I can find somewhere to donate it to, I don’t want to waste it lol

PPS: I actually found and went to a place to donate the rose!

Nothing will Remain

April 8, 2014



Don’t push me from behind
and think that’s okay
I don’t need help,
I’ll get there

on my own.

See me now,
take a mental-picture
Never again.

Now I’ll be
where I want to go
and when I get there
I will make it
where I want to be

For my memory,
nothing will remain
this note
posted up on your door

A Touch of Grey

April 6, 2014

May I addcrow-187x300
a touch of grey
to your sky of blue.

For what I’ve seen
is not blue,
but something like
a passing storm
through your

flawless skies.

As a mix of gray
and touch of blue
will change the mood
to a sky
I would never
dare to ruin


Would like to thank Robert Frost’s Fragmentary Blue and Dust of Snow  as the premise to my own combination of the two.

My Words

March 29, 2014

I can write these words
put them together
and use them

as my voice,
as my puppet,
as my escape

and tell everything
I want them to say,
because I know
they won’t argue,

they’re voiceless without me.

But these words don’t
express everything,
everything that is me.

I’m limited,
to the sixty
blue lines
on the page

in my brain
constantly telling me
what to write
and what
to lock away,

only for me to know

Until Now

March 27, 2014

I never thought
much of myself
much of my existence
and much about my life

As a little kid
I didn’t think
much at all.

Every day
I rose with the sun,
jumped out of bed
and ran to the window
with a bright wide smile,
eager for a new start.

all I do is wait,
wait for the sun to rise
and come to me

But I’m tired of excuses
tired of tomorrow
tired of another day
and another time.

Now, right before bed
I dream

I dream that I can
wake up in the morning
jump out of bed,
run to the window,
and watch the sun rise
as that same little kid
with a bright wide smile


Why Do I Write?

March 24, 2014

Many have asked me, why do you write?


(Well… type, most times)

… Actually no one has asked me that question lol

But, I thought it would be cool to describe the meaning behind the words, no pun intended.

I write to take my reader’s mind, and my own, off life and focus on something new. In the time I have my reader’s attention I hope to display an emotion or idea that I am feeling and deliver it to them.

Writing is my outlet to a new world, it’s a place where I put my worries aside, open up my brain and see what is in there.

Writing is my expression, writing is my passion, writing is my escape 

I just hope everyone enjoys reading my stuff as much as I do writing!

Celing Tiles

March 22, 2014

He’s to impatient to wait,
too eager to relax
too ambitious to stop

but he sits there,
he knows he should stand
but he’s nervous
nervous to make a mistake
and ruin his one chance

so he stares at the ceiling
and counts the tiles.
He taps his fingers anxiously
he knows this time is his
not anyone else’s,
it’s his

CeilingTiles_3D_1_0001.jpgb29e52e3-f832-4a26-a786-9f47a3f5e099Largeand he’s not sitting anymore

Passing Glance

March 19, 2014


Do you remember
the smile
you gave me
as we passed
through the hallway
at nine thirty on
Monday morning?

Well I do and
I took your smile as my own,
I hope you don’t mind.

I woke up in the morning,
looked in the mirror
and saw a new me.

Then years went by
I grew older
and I changed,

but my
new reflection
never did.

I guess I’ll never know
if that smile was for me,
but thank you


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,810 other followers