smash poetry – Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank

When the world falls

When the world falls And the bulkheads break, Will we still look for a hero Amongst all the fakes? Will we stand tall And confront calamity Will we be able to find An escape from insanity? We can hope for the best But prepare for the worst All ends are beginnings Not the last ofContinue reading “When the world falls”

The Throne

A poem I thought up today at work. Most of my ideas come when I’m active. This one is a kind of protest poem. Till next time!

Hey Big Shot

Hey big shot Did it fall from the sky? Boy did it make your head big Fill it up with the pretty lies Big spender, with his eyes full of lights Have a big rise and a bigger fall…

Later, later, later

When I was younger I wanted to go everywhere A boy with no care, But when I said “can we go somewhere?” The answer from adults was “Later, later, later” Now I am grown, Yet I have my youthful soul Though my bones aren’t any greater And when I try to go like I didContinue reading “Later, later, later”

My mind is full of soup

My mind is full of soup My will is a noodle, My resolve a pack of crumbled saltines in the mire. Life is hard But creativity harder When life and finances become dire.

The Crown

If you were able Would you go for it? Become a member Of lauded gentry And symbol of power? How far would you go How high a climb Would it take to crest that tower? I fear the crown For though it shines golden It is made of thorn and wire. Such a crown WouldContinue reading “The Crown”

Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)

Shout at the sky Shout at the sky All we can do is shout at the sky They speak of God Yet they’re the devil I can’t believe We treat them so civil They steal our food Our labor, our lives And all we can do is shout at the sky Shout at the skyContinue reading “Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)”

Mechanical

Working for tomorrow Buried by the past We wish to be treated as men And yet act like we’re mechanical ~Just a little smash poetry for the day. Been working a little hard at the real world job, so I’ve been tired a lot. Still making time for story writing-wish there were more hours inContinue reading “Mechanical”

My God

My God Is a middle finger Standing proud And defiant In the face of those in power.