Shy Joe : Writing

A drink in my hand

A drink in my hand

A Chapter by Shy Joe


I go to bars for the conversations. There's no one more truthful than someone that's had a few. It's also hard to have the same conversation twice. ..
Joseph and the confusing morally just blender adventures

Joseph and the confusing morally just blender adve..

A Chapter by Shy Joe


Covid resurgence, war with genocide, economic fallout, and now Monkeypox. So this equates to me not only having to constantly battle the dark reaches..
Natures echo

Natures echo

A Chapter by Shy Joe


My favorite music, ambient noise. Want to hear their latest hits? Go outside in the middle of a meadow with a single tree and listen to it sing and d..
Everyone wants to laugh

Everyone wants to laugh

A Chapter by Shy Joe


Hate writing comedy. It's not the challenge or process/sacrificethat it takes to create such entertainment. It's just factoring nothingelse that spill..
When the party stops

When the party stops

A Chapter by Shy Joe


Everyone at one point thinks about death and if they fear it. I don't think I fear dying just because of the thought of not living life to its fulles..
Autistic connections and third-degree burns

Autistic connections and third-degree burns

A Chapter by Shy Joe


It takes two sentences to be a s****y poet. One will explain how you feel and the other will state why. An awesome poet won't shut the f**k up, use ..
Physical Lust

Physical Lust

A Chapter by Shy Joe


If it's cute it's not intelligent. Well designed? Yes. Intelligence demands fluidity, energy, and sacrifice. Cute sucks it's thumb and never grows. C..
Knowledge as solid, as petrified wood

Knowledge as solid, as petrified wood

A Chapter by Shy Joe


A vivid dream last night. Dreamed I was back in college starting a class for the first day and there was assigned seats. The seats were not labeled t..
duck, duck, goose

duck, duck, goose

A Chapter by Shy Joe


Most love to laugh. Some like to cry. But everyone wants the pain to go away.
Vicariously

Vicariously

A Chapter by Shy Joe


Seen an older gentleman sitting on a bench at the park the other day. He was staring ahead at some flowers, or so I thought. Don't believe those were ..