

ShadowOn my way to visit you one morning, the icy air snuck up upon meShadow
as I trudged through the crispy snow I tried desperately not to let it bother me, yet this intense pain burning within me refused to subside
As I approached your house, my anger seemed to overflow... I felt that somehow, your doubt in my abilities, aspirations was paralyzing me from moving forward But at the same time, I wondered... Why must I be so easily swayed by your thoughts? Why must I now doubt myself as you do?
On the day I visited you, friend I left out one detail in my


VoidThe chilly wind beats down upon me, The persistent rain continues to fall, like icicles being absorbed into my skinVoid
The arid desert air fills my lungs The steady stare of the sun follows my every move Faintly reminding me... Why have I forgotten about you?
On my quest to find you, To see you one last time, I was swept away.
I was swept away, By natures beauty By a desire for discovery, To see sights both known And unknown to me
I was swept away Inspired to travel, Inspired to journey to exotic lan


The FutureMy thoughtsThe Future
spin rapidly, deeper and deeper, plunging into the whirlpools within my mind
With each blossoming thought a regret rises from the surface... Why did I say that? Why did I do that? "What, instead, could I have chosen to do?"
I attempt to dismiss each thought quickly, but the memories are agonizing the process of regretting, sorrowful a hindrance, distraction from everyday life
Finally, the confusion within my mind subsides as my thoughts are calmed, Regrets shrivel up the raging, angry


A QuiltGray masses quickly assemble themselvesA Quilt
weaving a quilt with relative ease without a wish for perfection, some holes may be strewn some patches distorted
The thin fabric enduring through collaboration fashions itself into hazy barrier
Content in the absence of intricate designs without complex patterns, lacking bright colors to astound To fascinate or mesmerize
its spectators
The quilt, a collection of clouds woven together floats contentedly throughout the gloomy sky


Set on FireWatch the sky set on fireSet on Fire
Standing Still Silent
Waiting for the beauty of the day to leave To reappear to another
Speechless
I am left to think of you Without words
This feeling Like nothing before
Each day it is different
Unique beauty
True captivation
No pictures No words can bring you to me
When you finally leave
DARKNESS


20th Hour : Bookstore20th Hour: Bookstore.20th Hour : Bookstore
The imperfections of the stores lights are evident As I stare bleakly at the repetitive industrial ceiling. To my left the jovial banter of co-workers, Hoping to enliven the stale atmosphere of another slow day, Begins to slice away my former envelope of silence. Suddenly, the influx of ready and paying customers increases And the clamor of cooing babies, high heels And someones obnoxiously squeaky orthopedic shoes,
Intrude upon my reflective state, forcing my daydreaming to a halt. Now roused from my reverie I catalogue my immed


Winds of ChangeThese winds of change Blow strong as ever Making me strange Making me fickle Making me doubt To whom my loyalties lie To what shall my thoughts be devoted I wake every day A new person Never the same Sometimes drastically so Sometimes I question my sanity But I am assuredWinds of Change
By observation It is I who is the sane one In this world of madness In which I live Where no one seems to ever see things Quite as I do Where others harbor superficial worries I ponder the deepest of ideas The natures of humanity The motives of


The Silkworm LamentI writhed to the rainlike drum-beat of life: All my cousins eating, me eating you.The Silkworm Lament
You were my last mulberry leaf. In our time together I learned of you of being with you Licking over our history of suns viewed setting over water, Digesting these slowly with gritty tensions
Veining throughout our story, green though it was. I munched at you, inhaled you, needing you To survive, to change, to move on.
Before long I spit our experiences out upon threads, Twisted with other encounters on my thousand legged lifet
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
a fave into my world.
The poem, "Prison", was inspired by
my job as a correctional officer,
otherwise known as a prison guard.
It's not a world for the gutless, let
alone to run such a place.
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"Every artist was first an amateur."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Theirs a sad and lonely comfort, in the hollow of your eyes, don't let it take you under, it will eat you up inside" - Hurt
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'Beauty will save the world'
--Fyodor Dostoevsky
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"One alone is not enough-" "-You need both together..."
"There are nights, when the winds of the Etherium, so inviting in their promise of flight and freedom, made one's spirit soar!"
STARFISH LOVE ME LOVE ME!
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Your tears don't fall and crash around me.
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