Ryan Stoy’s Creative Writing Pieces

King of The Craft

He could have went far

So talented and endowed 

But he wouldn’t leave home

No matter what was done

So they gathered a mob

Chased him out of the town

So he could be the king of his craft

With a beautiful crown

He hated them so, a thought would bring a glare

Not knowing how much they really had cared

One Life

One experience, one chance

Is all we’ll ever get

And simply the thought of that

Makes me terribly upset

Whether it’s happiness or strife

The only thing I regret, is living one life

Frustration

Frustration, you know you can do better

Never give up, never

To give up is to succumb, to willingly lose

Would you want that, if you had the power to willingly choose?