Jon Roggie : Writing

Scraping

Scraping

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Mind if I sit?Being polite.Tired,and looking at the top of the barrel.Sorry,world does get a little heavy.Where was I?By yourself?Me two.Get it? Sorry..
If I refuse to feel it.

If I refuse to feel it.

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Sorry folks.whining.Take a breath. not there, don't start crying.Stretch the fingers,and correct the typos. wasn't four times.Few more linesjust becau..
Ubuntu

Ubuntu

A Poem by Jon Roggie


I write this while tired.I write this in pain.I write this sad.Reach out my friends,help those you never knew.Help your brothers.See their moment, the..
My hands turn into fists

My hands turn into fists

A Story by Jon Roggie


Sit with me.The rain will be here soon.The smell is in the air.Did I startle you?Sorry, for that. I tend to wander., and this Garden is my home.How do..
You can still hold my hand

You can still hold my hand

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Something I have always known,and have tried to share.You can always hold my hand.Touch of support, a response to a squeeze of despair.Grasping a hand..
The Great Orange War of 2020

The Great Orange War of 2020

A Story by Jon Roggie


From the beginning,I would disagree with the title.Sounds a bit fluffed.Trying to create more worry.Not that there was no worry.Oranges were flying ba..
I still get to talk to the people on the other side of the fence.

I still get to talk to the people on the other sid..

A Poem by Jon Roggie


they don't answer and I worry are they gone am I alonenoise at the frontdoor openingthey're back try to tell the people on the other side of the fence..
If I tell you a story, will it set your mind at ease?

If I tell you a story, will it set your mind at ea..

A Poem by Jon Roggie


Gather around your fires,each set apart due to health suggestions, and lose yourself for a bit.I will try to project my voice,hopefully without a ting..
Tell us a story

Tell us a story

A Story by Jon Roggie


I don't always know where I am.Not complaining, just sharing.Aren't we supposed to share?The park.Coming back to me.One block south,and halfway up the..
We knew each other from where the other had been

We knew each other from where the other had been

A Story by Jon Roggie


Sunday morning on the cook's line,and it comes to a momentary stop."F**k! F**k! M**********r, F**k! Noids, noids noids."It went something like that,an..