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

Back to the start (+update on where I am at the moment)

When I began There was a part That wanted to give up And go back to the start That was then And as of now I know it’s better To follow the heart Been awhile! Sorry for the lack of updates. I been everywhere except here and I apologize. Getting ready to return to workContinue reading “Back to the start (+update on where I am at the moment)”

In the night

In the night Fears become real In the darkness Things echo In the dim Shadows frighten In the black Time crawls. In the dawn We wake And wonder; What were we afraid of?

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!

Up on the Down

I wake up And feel down. My heart sings While my soul burns And the fire-it feels good… I feel at peace When feeling uneasy I feel at one with myself But isolated from others. Life A strange kind Of dichotomy.

Rad Storm

The heat is spiking The Geiger’s going wild And the sky is moldy green Take your children Go inside Quickly!! A rad storm is coming. Radioactive lightning Winds that tear off rooftops Like a hurricane That gives people cancer A rad storm is coming! Get inside Or hurry! Hurry away!!!

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”

The Rich will Kill Us All

Look at the times Few have many Many have nothing Our leaders feckless Directing their sabers At those at the bottom Instead of at those That deserve it. In their greed The rich will kill us all. Destroying our only home To fill their coffers With every last cent When everything is dead Who willContinue reading “The Rich will Kill Us All”

We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)

We all want to be heroes See our names in lights But being a hero means more Than looking for a fight. We think being a hero Means going big Or giving all What if heroism Means something small? Like a hug Or a helpful hand, Being a hero happens. We all have small chancesContinue reading “We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)”