Fog of War and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Fog of War In the dense fog of war there is a clear vision of messages being returned. The fog demonstrates the glory of a majestic soldier caring for all around, the injured and weak. War rooms are crystal clean, full of medaled gladiators plans for the enhancement of all people’s lives. …

Sometimes and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Sometimes Sometimes I wish I could go back to the innocent times of my younger years. Run those woods with screaming friends, exploring until the sun went down. Growing up can be confusing and complicated. Emotions and worries that are not understood. Sometimes I wish that I did not know the thing …

Unknown and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Unknown The night has fallen again. I have made it through another day. Today was not as rough as other days have been. For that I am thankful. The morning started off rough. Woken by drug induced screaming. Sadly, it was not the first time The people involved have become users that …

Thomas and Angry Sea

By Andrew Scott Thomas Thomas is staring out his stained window, trying to process the mess that was made. The damage done in less than six months. The exact start of the descent is blurry in Thomas’ mind. So much has done on, it runs together. Flashes of memory creep in as reminders. Little smiles …

Broken and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Broken I feel you slithering around me as I lay here, shaking, broken. You only come around during these times when it is believed I am at the weakest. You and your other demons have been hoping for this moment. I should have expected you when the snap occurred and my bones …

Just One Spark and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Just One Spark For change, sometimes all it takes is just one spark to see the light of what is right and what is wrong and the right path for change. The fires start out of frustration in the chaos of the land from watching flames of anger burn from broken ditches. …

The Runaway and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott The Runaway Dear Father, I think it has finally happened. The circle of sins is closing in. The hair on my skin feels it. You may never see me again. The fear that you always had about the free spirit of my life taking over the path of bad decisions has come …

Missing and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Missing Used to see pictures of the missing, everyday, everywhere. The persons were either gone for days or for yeas on end. Makes a person think how or why they went missing. For some, when it came time, did the person become lost, disoriented due to a condition? Not knowing where they …

Fresh Morning and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott Fresh Morning Every night, rain or clear sky, I think about the day just passed. The news headlines that came in with the tragedies of the new world. Missing neighbours from for away that may never be found while friends and family wonder where the missing are alive or buried. Nature's flames …

R.J. and Other Poems

By Andrew Scott R. J. I called him R. J. from the moment he was born. It was short for Robert Joseph. Named in memory of his mother’s father.   As a child, R. J. had an eye for adventure. Once you heard his giggle You knew R. J. was in a place that he …