Give Me A Chance

Give me a chance
Don’t walk away
Please just hear what I have to say

Give me a chance
Don’t turn your back
I know I have something that you might lack

Give me a chance
Don’t drown me out
I want to talk but if I have to I’ll shout

GIVE me a chance
…Just for  a moment
And then you can pretend that you don’t even know me

Give me a chance
Before you ‘think’ you know
When I haven’t even been given the opportunity to show you

Who I really am

We’ve only just met, less than a minute
Yet you’ve already decided who I am and pinned it
To the front of your mind to continually remind you
Of how you first thought of me

And it doesn’t matter if after this we’re friends
Because the time for impressions has come to an end
That image of me has been burned in your brain
And though I’d like it to, it’s not likely to change
Everything will be colored by how you first felt
The dice have been cast, the cards have been dealt
And the best hand that I could possibly receive
Is five years from now having you say to me
I’m glad you didn’t turn out the way I thought you’d be.
But the most common hand that I’m going to get
Is one awkward look, and then you’ll quickly forget that you ever could have known me

I just want a chance, that’s my confession
Instead I’m boiled down to one first impression
And that moment I asked for has long ago passed
You dealt me my hand and I came in last

My consolation prize being the look in your eyes
As you wait for me to disengage and walk away so you don’t appear rude

Well, I’ll return your awkward look with half of a wave
And never understand why it has to be this way.


My foot slams down over the passing tread

Only to land on the tread ahead

Faster and faster the tread seems to slip

As if I am the one it’s trying to trip


Never the less, I continue on

My feet hitting the tread to the beat of a song

A beat which is matched by my gasps for air

So loud it can make the most modest stare


With each gasp I can feel my weakness leave

Also my strength – and maybe my spleen

Though organs aside I continue to try

To best this tread that continues to fly


It flies in the face of my prideful self

My body showing signs that it needs my help

My face is bright red and covered in sweat

And my legs can’t take much more I bet

I don’t know the number of breaths I can take

If I continue running at this desperate pace


See this tread was set in motion by a notion

That I was or at least could be fit

Yet evidenced by my failing body it might be best if I just quit


I’d wave a white flag and put my hands in the air

If I knew for one second that this treadmill would care

Instead I’ll give it something it understand

The press of a button, a stopping command


But before I have the chance to give up completely

The treadmill suddenly stops

The screen flashes green with “workout completed”

And I’m left incredibly stumped


I’m not sure if I should be happy

That I made it to my goal

Or if I should be upset at myself

With how close I came to fold


I only know that my fate will be shared

By the next person who is so bold

As to set foot on these here treads

With their own personal workout goals


While they may not share my emotional distress

Every step will put their will to the test

As when it is easy to give up so quick

It can be hard to convince yourself not to just quit





I can’t believe it’s been nearly three months since I last posted on this blog. Life has been busy as always and even more so of late. I hope you enjoy this work and thanks for stopping by.

The You That You Are

The You That You Are

No turning back

Not after what’s done

You cannot run

The truth you confine

It shapes and defines


The you that you are


Mistakes and missteps

Success or neglect

Lest we forget

The path you paved

In turn made


The you that you are


Worthless self-worth

No one deserving

There is no earning

Or finding how to

Have a reason to value


The you that you are

The ideal too far


You need to know though

You are unique

But the pain you keep

Distorts the you that you could be


As if pain and the future are one in the same

But it doesn’t have to be

Who you will see


Permanent penance

Can give way to grace

Stopping the race

To force repentance


You cannot fix what’s been done

The past can’t change

But the future remains

Self-worth in the rising sun


With each new day

You must know that

No matter where you’re at

You have a say deciding


The you that you are

The you that you will see

And the you, you’re bound to be


This poem was inspired by a co-worker of mine struggling with self-worth. Something I believe we all experience in one form or another.



Let me be honest, I’m experiencing stress

It’s not the type of stress that I can’t affect

I alone have control over the task

I get to decide to take it slow or fast


Yet I’m at a standstill

I’ll work on it, I will


But, I don’t have time now

I’m busy stressing out

Trying not to scream or shout

As to not let anyone else

See the stress, that has come over me


This is never going to get done

Pay no mind to what I could’ve done

Had I spent less time fretting

With more time spent getting it done


At this point it might be best to let it go

Leave unfinished what was not completed

And reap the seeds that were sown

Even if they were improperly seeded


In the end there can be two results

Either success miraculously justifies the stress

Vindicating what seemed to be unproductive

Or failure comes knocking judging the mess


Either way the seeds have been sown

And … I was supposed to turn this in two minutes ago


Silly Cliche

This poem is just a silly cliche poem I wrote after I showed someone my poetry and they said back to me

“All of this doesn’t rhyme, no roses are red or violets are blue”

So this poem is for that person.

Silly Cliche

Roses are red

Violets are Blue

Wait, shouldn’t they be purple too

Forget it I’ve had enough

I give up, this is too tough

Missing Family Dearly

When I leave home, I leave behind a piece of me

A piece of my heart, left behind for my family


For eight hours I work and miss them dearly

I wish I could just hold them near me

Always close by, I’d never leave

Sadly, this, is how it has to be


I must depart for the life we live

To feed my family, my wife and kids

Though I don’t like it, it has to be

I wish, I wish I never had to leave


The hole I carry on these days

Reminds me of family far away

It makes you realize what you took for granted

What you had so close to hand and

Didn’t enjoy every moment you could

Realizing, only now, that you should

Have used your time, in a better way

Instead of wasting your time each day

On experiences, and stuff, that doesn’t last


You think you know what is important

Until you realize the fortune

You had, long after the moment has passed

Time already spent that will not last


Now time spent on family, that’s something else


Its not something you can quantify

Can rationalize

You can’t break it down to science

Its not achievable

A career goal

You can’t trade it for the finest


But at our core it’s what we need


And the more I miss

The more I see

Just what I’ve been missing


So that piece of my heart I leave behind

Makes this hole, that serves to remind me

Of how much I miss them, when I’m away

Of how much I miss them, every, single day

Of how I wish I never had to leave

Of how I wish I could always be

Close and near, keeping them with me

Of how much I miss

My family dearly

Caring Wife


As a man I try to be strong

Always trying to care form myself

It takes a lot to admit I need help

Sometimes though, I’m like anyone else


Well, more often than I’d like to admit


When I need help I turn to my spouse

Never planning on needing assistance

I do not plan on bringing problems with us


It just happens

Like anything in life


It makes me grateful for my amazing wife

She cares for me in my times of need

Sacrificing herself for the care I receive

Its hard to believe that she would care for me

When she has her own list of unmet needs


But she does and I”m grateful

More than she’ll ever know

She deserves more gratitude

Than I can ever show


So I write this poem straight from my heart

For my wife who goes beyond the part

Caring for me, well exceeding

The minimum care I actually needed


Life is not easy and I can’t always help

But in sickness and in health

I wouldn’t live it with anyone else