Anthony Thomas : Writing

Away

Away

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


I saw you standing Rain falling down your body Crying I leave you
Lamentations of a Boxed Man

Lamentations of a Boxed Man

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


I am a man in a box A box made from wood, tears, and sweat Sometimes it is carved from ice I am alone in my box Shut out from the sun and the moon..
Save You

Save You

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


Today I walked down to a meadow and laid in the high grass gazing deep into the open sky. How tranquil it was to let my body drift into nature and let..
You Gotta Love Those Ads

You Gotta Love Those Ads

A Story by Anthony Thomas


Author's Note: I do warn you again that this story contains very explicit profane language and slurs. These words are not meant to offend anyone and t..
Where Were You?

Where Were You?

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


Tell me where were you When the revolutionary bullets Came down on the pigs and the b******s Did you hide behind the lies? The flags burn and the ..
Age of Man

Age of Man

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


I witnessed all the sufferings of man The wars and genocide The battles that turned the tide Never a time with out war Has the age of man witnesse..
I Drink Now Because I Never Drank Before

I Drink Now Because I Never Drank Before

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


I had an epiphany last night whilst drinking a provocative mojito, How do you make a mojito provocative? You put in too much rum and give it a snazz..
Star Night

Star Night

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


It's nights like these where you can really see the stars at night. You can see their light illuminate my naked chest as we kiss. Against a backdrop..
There Is Still an Awakening

There Is Still an Awakening

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


Iraq Busy market place around noon Car bomb explodes Killing hundreds Men, women, and children The young and the old Thousands of miles away ..
Suicide Watch

Suicide Watch

A Poem by Anthony Thomas


I will never be the best that I can be. I am not a real man. I am a skeleton with a few tufts of hair. I can’t even write good poems. My ha..