Grave Robber

I never really believed in dying all that much
I used to tell my friends that I was a grave robber
for every buried dream
and that I could see headstones on each of their hearts
well, in the end it wasn’t what it seemed
cause it’s been a while since I cared about the corpse
of any aspirations outside my own
and my pulse doesn’t thump
to write eulogies for anyone anymore

I’ve been focused on the mirror mirroring meanwhile my friends became a blur
and I never cared
because to build my personal legacy
I was willing to go it alone
but it turns out the pyramids aren’t just a wonder
they’re a tomb

and I don’t care how thick you think your skin is
success cannot coat you in metal
you are not bulletproof to the world
loneliness will still find you
like a star fallen from a constellation of would-be friends
our loneliness sank into all of our stomachs
like a glowing red coal filled up our bodies with lonesome smoke to remind us
that we will always be desperate to be wanted
and we will never be wanted enough

on every scale people will outweigh achievement
but I’ve watched myself buy into the lie
that applause is a measure of importance
when I know popularity is nothing more than a fad
because we will never be wanted enough
we just don’t know how to give that away

but I think we do know that we are so much smaller than ourselves
and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder who finds a shine in something long ago rusted over

we need each other’s permanence when there is no such thing as death
there’s only placement

but we chase our dreams in all-out sprints
like they’ll be enough to hold us
well, I haven’t created anything that I haven’t wanted to show off
and there is no one left to look

what’s wrong with me is I can’t seem to sing harmony on my own

we divide up at every turn
with a belief that we’re better than one another
and we arm ourselves to the teeth

like screaming originality is a bullet to put in the gun of peace
but screaming is not understanding
screaming is just screaming
and for all the times I told my friends that I could push them to be the greatest no matter how hard it seemed
I didn’t care about any of their dreams
I was far too caught up in me and that’s the harsh reality

because we’re all desperate to be wanted
and if I’m honest

I don’t want everyone
I want my moment of glory but then the road gets lonely

I would trade every poem I ever wrote for peace
and to be understood just one time
to stop believing that achievement outweighs people
and to find a balance that could set things right
sorry for all my envy


tips on staying in love…

find enough room, you’re going to need a large space
then gather paper, as much as you can steal
stack as neatly as you can, line the pages up by their edges
you’ll want to remember how things were, so be organized
fill completely, slip the last sheet of paper on top of
each stack snug to the ceiling
now, once the room is full, you’ll have to make a decision:
Keep Going / Stop
if you choose to Keep Going:
look around at the corners, all the pages you’ve put there
sift slowly and collect the bad ones, as many as you can
when it’s time to do it, you’ll know then
start pulling at your ribs, don’t worry they’ll open
put all the bad ones into your chest and strike a match
let the flames die down on their own time
this flamesetting practice you will call forgiving
find more room, get more paper, repeat
if you choose to Stop:
burn everything


Where Have You Been

when you’re nothing but a
washed up miracle

then she’ll show up

at midnight
on the balcony across
the street

black silhouette
warm window

only light on in the
whole damn building

and your bored, cigarette
smoke will twist

and her bored, cigarette
smoke will swirl

mingling together in a kind
hello, that doesn’t need
to touch

and you’ll think:

where have you been
all my life

and she’ll think
there you are


Come Back Quietly

I don’t know what I was expecting
a standing ovation?
or maybe orchestras blaring to life

letters in the mail reading: Congratulations!
a ticker tape parade maybe
or an award
a plaque would have been nice

even an open palm against my back
or a good, enthusiastic shoulder shaking
but no
as hard as it was, it was only another Thursday

and I made it through
to come back quietly



Giveaway winners and #15 Steampunk title on Amazon!

What a week it has been!Captain Tomahawk Cover

Three pieces of awesome news today:

1) All these super great people below won signed copies of Captain Tomahawk and the Sky-Lion through the Facebook/twitter giveaway! Don’t fear if you haven’t won yet, I’m doing more giveaways through September 5th when it’s published! Go like my Facebook page so you don’t miss a chance to win: http://facebook.com/anthempoet

WINNERS (check your Facebook messages!):

William Young
Crystal Rice
Jolene Obrien
Alessandra Lossi
Grace Gellatly
Adrienne Nelson
Jen Hill

2) LOOK WHAT YOU GUYS ALREADY HAVE DONE!! Captain Tomahawk and the Sky-Lion is #15 in the Steampunk Genre on Amazon’s best-seller lists! I’m so steamin’ out-of-my-mind excited!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!

Which leads me to the announcement that eBook pre-orders are available now! If you’re an eBook kinda person, then please check Amazon or your Kindle apps to get your download at midnight on Sep 5th (or Sep 4th depending on how you look at it…)!

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3)  More opportunities for free, signed copies! I’m looking for people willing to trade an honest book review for a copy of Captain Tomahawk and the Sky-Lion! Whether that’s on your own blog/Amazon/Goodreads/B&N/wherever! Use the contact form (found at the top of the page) or message me on Facebook if you’re interested. Positive feedback and word of mouth goes a long way!


It’s all happening! #CTATS #theCaptainisalreadyfamous