Writing in Cadence

Category: Poetry

  • Thx Even Though I Fall Down

    Thx Even Though I Fall Down

    I’ve fallen down so many times that it doesn’t seem worthwhile to put the energy into getting back up and I know I’m a mess and I know I need rest and I know I just need to take a step in any direction for there to be progress, but…

  • Midterms

    Midterms

    The clock struck the top of the hour and Jeremy put down his pencil. He looked at the result of cramming half a semester’s worth of lessons into a weekend of studying, and it wasn’t pretty. “I should’ve used ABACADABA,” he said with a sigh. His bubble sheet was a…

  • Toast to an American Spirit

    Toast to an American Spirit

    Raise a red Solo cup Up to the man who told me I should’ve been a cowboy, A true patriot made in America Who showed me what it was like to be solid, steady, and true down to the core. Who am I? I’m an American soldier, And everything I…

  • You’re Always in My Heart

    You’re Always in My Heart

    The world is a chaotic place to live Where life constantly tears people apart But I see us together to the end Because you’re always in my heart It doesn’t matter where we are, It doesn’t matter where we go, Distance means nothing, near or far, I’m no longer alone…

  • Quiet Comes in My Darkest Hour

    Quiet Comes in My Darkest Hour

    Quiet comes in my darkest hour. Though I’ve pushed the pain aside, It’s still in arm’s reach and I don’t have the ability to keep it at bay any longer. I spent the sun’s energy focused on anything but the noise that comes from pain’s grating voice, Like nails on…

  • The Ocean

    The Ocean

    The ocean reaches out to the shore crying loud with every touch. As the water beats against the world The earth fights against the urge to budge. There’s chaos on that sandy shore, a fine balance breaks with every wave. And as the waves come back for more the beach…

  • A Caged Bird is Still a Bird

    A Caged Bird is Still a Bird

    Little bird in a locked cage Has the song you sing changed in any way? As the colors in your world slowly fade away Through bars you can climb without touching the sky Little bird who once traveled the world If you were set free, what would you do? Where…

  • The Tree

    The Tree

    There is a familiar aroma wafting through the air as I walk towards this tree. Every hated memory comes rushing back as I stop to breath in the sweet smells that are connected to my childhood. I once read that memories can be linked to many things: sounds, smells, textures;…

  • There is a Picture of

    There is a Picture of

    Five soldiers posing in front of their vehicle where they are still in their gear that they wear to go on the missions that they ran in Iraq to work with the local leaders and fighting groups to develop a level of peace in a broken country that was working…

  • We Revved Our Pipes for Thee

    We Revved Our Pipes for Thee

    Our pipes start playing the moment we leave home. We’re dressed in our best to honor our own. The wind carries the seriousness of the mood that we’re in; The thunder is rolling for the death of a friend. Our tartans are of leather and our pipes are in chrome,…