John Patrick Robbins writes

Never Keep A Woman Waiting

I had a friend ask me.

"Dude why does it take days to get a reply from you whenever I send you a message?" 

I took seven days to reply to that one. 

And finally my old friend mentioned.

Some woman said I had responded in seconds after she contacted me.

"Man I just don't get why you're so lax with your friends and so quick with a total stranger?"

I laughed to myself as a typed out my reply. 

"They're called tits my friend." 

He hasn't said shit since. 

I believe he got the message. 

Cheers

A Pair of Great Tits -- David Finney

John Patrick Robbins writes

Poison The Well

There is peace somewhere.

It exists away from all you're bullshit.
I cannot stand noise or people anymore.
I see liars embrace and hacks praised for taking a shit in public.
Selling it as high art.

Fools ignore the stink.
I want to be alone.
I cannot stand any scene for it's fake at best and built upon hollow words.
If you want to write simply write.
Workshops are for con artists and sad house wives who would rather write about the lack of a good time between the sheets.
If your work doesn't bleed some truth or make a damn bit of sense
Then you are probably what they call a modern day poet.
And you are then you are exactly what I am trying to avoid at all costs.

Poet Smoking -- Djordje Ozbolt

John Patrick Robbins writes

My Part In The Game

Men do not give birth to children.

But great writers give birth to many.

I do not have children as an artist that was a choice I made.
And like any choice it came with a price.

I have lost women whom I have loved due to this.
But to be one with the page means giving up everything that matters.

Happiness is something I parted company with a very long time ago.

But one day my words will find someone.
Connect and give that spark of life to a true writer.

Maybe they will think hey I can do that.
Maybe they will breathe my words and call them their own.

Maybe some fool will recite them in hopes of getting laid creating a world of mistakes for everyone involved.

Either way it means my work did something more than its creator.

We true writers were all the children of someone who spilled their soul in ink once to.

I have made a lot of poor choices in my life.
Lost far more than I could ever gain.

I cast a shadow and one day so may you.

My words are all I have.
And that is far more than a room filled with people could ever fathom.

I hope one day to do as so many did for me.

Take my words for they are my soul keep them close for they are always true.

Never think of what may be.
The road ahead is all that matters from now on.

 

 -- Aidan Koch