The Shallow Misery

I’d endure
Almost anything other than the current affairs
That crawl across the screen
And deceive each night

I yearn, for anything other
Than the shallow misery of myself
Every fleeting hour of self-pity is a sin

I dream
To wash away this era
And every mile of its misdeeds
Splayed out and dead

Is there anything, anywhere else
Outside of the screaming
The endless ill-informed screech of these times?

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Just another friendly reminder, my latest collection of poems “The Slums of Nightfall” has been published and it is available for purchase on Amazon. It’s a book that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically  my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. Amazon  Author Page

My latest collection of poetry has been published! I never thought I would get to type those words. But today is that day. My dream has become a reality and I could not have achieved this without all of your help. The constant feedback and words of encouragement are apart of what motivates me to write these poems. This is the beginning of a truly exciting chapter. Let’s just see what happens next..

The Slums of Nightfall is a collection of poetry that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically the author’s ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. The book is available for purchase on  Amazon and the Creative Talents Unleashed website.

My first two collections of poetry are available for free here!

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/willwrite08

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My first two ebooks “Guardian of the Inkwell” and “From Turmoil and Tribulation” can be downloaded  for free on the website linked above. Download them, but only if you really want to.

I should note that if you are using a PC you will have to install Adobe Digital Editions to open the epub file. (If you haven’t done so previously)  I apologize for failing to mention this before.

Sew the Gash

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In time
We’ll mend the ravines
Sew our gash by any means!
Here’s to the multitude, unfazed by tone
The wiser many, with greatness to hone

For the other is our own
Their likeness not shown
Its dwells at the edge of each deathly groan
It arises and blooms with each loving moan
And blossoms the same sorrow, with each broken bone

To the slew of all types
Unmoved by the banners of any stripe
They instead ponder the wilderness around and above
Flooded by promise, and the notion of love

For the other is our own
Their likeness not shown
Its dwells at the edge of each deathly groan
It arises and blooms with each loving moan
And blossoms the same sorrow, with each broken bone

Oh the blood, that mangles life
Torn from anguish and searing strife
Quietly we despair, behind its looming toll
Yet many disavow, our common roll

For the other is our own
Their likeness not shown
Its dwells at the edge of each deathly groan
It arises and blooms with each loving moan
And blossoms the same sorrow, with each broken bone

Caution! This is a shameless ebook plug.

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Around this time last year i was overcome with a sense of hopelessness. Every single day i had major panic attacks, loss of appetite, and an eroding will to live. The only thing that seemed to give me any peace of mind was poetry. So for the entire summer of 2012 i wrote and by October i had a stack of papers in my bedroom the size of an oxford dictionary. I decided to piece together what i saw as my best work (some old and some new) into an anthology. I titled it “Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion”. Its a free ebook that i originally published in October, and republished as an epub file on the 1st of December. My book is still available for free on Itunes, Barnes & Noble, and Lulu. Currently i’m working on another anthology which will include short stories and monologues as well as poetry. If you are interested in reading my first book, please follow one of the links below. Did i mention its free?

Itunes: http://bit.ly/12JbQR0

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/16RlfX0

Lulu: http://bit.ly/13vCD5k

2012 in Review

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2012 has been one hell of a year full of craziness and a lot of i don’t know what lol. But, it has been a year of great triumph! I was published four different times this year, one of them being a book i published on my own available here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html and here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11 .  Once again I owe a huge thank you to Brian Wrixon for making a lot of this happen.  He has featured my work in three of his anthologies; The Survivor’s Guide to Bedlam (pages 396-397): http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3258738 , On the Words of Love (pages 300 -303): http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3531371 and  In Praise – In Memory – In Ink (pages 319 -322): http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3822960 . I went to  Vegas with both of my lovely sisters and my brother in law and i had an incredible time (from what i can still remember). I can only hope for great things in 2013. So, far this has been a decade of reinventing myself and innovation. Let us see what happens next. Happy New Year everyone!

Tired.

I just cant seem to gather the words, or the strength to write a new poem today. I’m just so tired, and i dont really mean physically i mean more so emotionally. I am in a really bad mood  right now, i’ll come back when i have the right words.. In the mean time you can read some of my older works in my first anthology.

Lulu: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11

Don’t worry its free.

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“Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” has been updated

It is now available in epub i apologize for the inconvenience before. So the formatting is a lot better!! The title of my book is “Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion”.  It is available for free here on lulu.com: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html  If you enjoy this anthology then please be sure to share it with friends  and family members who also enjoy reading poetry. I thank you all for your  constant love and support, without you this book probably would not exist.

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Daybreak

From our murderous daybreak
The armadas crept devious
Doused the savages in fiery lead
And forced the pagans to a merciful guillotine!

Our pristine saviors
Wield an eastern sky’s creed
Fables of purity and redemption
Binding foul beasts to a bountiful glory
And so came forth their empire of dreams
With eyes of damnation
And a lustful spirit of greed

Our father’s wept endless
In the burning of tyrants
Their tears instilled with joy
All boundaries in flight of victory

Justice for all that fall in line
All without blemish
And for true Men of stature
Their eyes turned a devilish green
In their visions of legions
Beckoned to them in hardship!
Drowned them in ignorance
The primates to dwell in shackles
Unknowing of their own unrest
Unwilling to depart the grace of master

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