Category Archives: poetry

“Hang Up Your Hang-ups” by Scott Sparks

Destruction sleeps inside my head Old habits don’t die when they remain fed Although their authority still lurks among the under Overshadowing outdated obstacles should top the lists you’ve numbered Consider your triggers as steps toward something bigger Give your … Continue reading

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“The Squarest” by Scott Sparks

Everyone knows I’m married to music Either while I write or just nose in book May seem like nonsense to your average crook They call me the squarest after likely one look I confine myself to remind myself What they … Continue reading

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“Undeserving” by Scott Sparks

When you feel there’s nothing to hold onto What do you deserve? The voices giving you care want you to care So please observe If you aren’t convinced of your worth Check your contact list How many of them from … Continue reading

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“Wealth?” by Scott Sparks

Help me to be me Help me to see me Help me to achieve me Letter to self Where is your wealth? Has it gone outside? If so, your pride has gone stealth Because it must be joy of your … Continue reading

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“Disorientation” by Scott Sparks

Don’t leave me in the deafening Their mirrors, so strange to me I’ve been lost in a corridor I could never be Let the pavement rest its weary cracks Layers of paint jobs previous to years passed What do yellow … Continue reading

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“Sweetened by Sour” by Scott Spark

Beyond lock & key Look where it’s gotten me Somehow there’s a need for sour taste Otherwise sweet just isn’t the same Why am I amazed? When life gives us lemons Let us puree, squash, squeeze and shred them Juiced … Continue reading

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“Sweet Asylum” by Scott Sparks

Trying to leave, trying to breathe Trying to be something other than me Since there is nothing new under the sun That ever-elusive exit appears to be a chasm too hard for me to fathom If the landscape could speak … Continue reading

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