Staging

 A pixel is a place

Where latent dreams display

Another chance at grace

Before your bones decay

There is no other site

Where promise could occur

So paint with all your might

The platform you prefer.

Expanding

 To be a cook best grow some hands

To meet your customers demands

They always want what you can’t reach

It hurts a bit, prepare to screech.

Unfeeling

 November was numbing

And not from the cold

Monotony made me lose touch

And now I’m succumbing

Losing my hold

I need stimulation so much.

Winter Tree

Spill some blood for the Winter Tree
And I will grant you wishes three
Before you make a wish beware
The price is high - do you dare?

Redirect

Lamenting where you thought you’d be
Won't change where you are
Work toward your future and you’ll see
That you can get quite far.

Splintered

Beside a house that’s filled with love
A tree will thrive and grow
Immersed in light from up above
It shelters those below

But when they’re by a house of gloom
They may find out instead
There is no shine to help them bloom
And soon they’re hollow, dead.

Clash

Amber, ochre, vermillion, umber
Are putting summer green to slumber
Until those frozen mounds of white
Bid all vibrancy good night.

Spama-lama-ding-dong

He never thought he’d find someone
That he could love online
But much to his astonishment
He witnessed the establishment
Of what some would define
As raging lust, which could be fun.

Major 7th

Is it too much to ask
For seven in a row?
The only futile task
Is the one you forego.

Resurgence

When he saw that note
He clamped on his arm
His pulse, once remote
Was surging, her charm

Had brought back to life
A heart weak and bruised
From unending strife
Of being abused.

Prolific

His words became a brush
His canvas was the screen
With colors bright and lush
He painted every scene

A pixel never made him wait
For it to slowly set
And he would never be irate
For smearing it when wet

His words became a brush
His canvas was the screen
Consumed by a creative rush
His output was obscene.

Outmatched

“I felt that.” he said
His face all red
As he watched his foe
Take over the show
Then turned to go
Straight home to bed.

Embattled

You want so bad
To find a heart
With which you can connect

The lonesome lad
Is not the part
You’re eager to perfect

You haven’t had
Much luck with art
Your muse demands respect.

Mystified

No one seems to care
I'm sinking in a bog
The mist is everywhere
I'm lost within a fog

Unhappy with the muck
That’s forcing me to slog
I curse my current luck
I'm lost within a fog.

A Lot of Nothing

Abstractions abound
Rejections resound
Connections confound
Inaction inbound.