They say there's a time for everything and I can't help but ask why. No. I get it. Not everything is perfect. In fact, nothing is. But why does there have to be a time to be sad? Why, when I am sad, do I linger on it? On times of mourning, moments where things... Continue Reading →
Why do I struggle Between silhouette or marionette To Daedal and autarchic From some thing once To some one evermore Because from egocentric To altruistic I am the cog I am the wheel I am the sword I am the stick I am where I am The fly in the web and... Continue Reading →
Two things that I am certain of Two things I've been told Three things I've been told: Three things I am certain of: I am Loved I am ambitious I am worth it I am a dreamer I pave my own way in life I have what it takes I doesn't matter much What I'm told It doesn't... Continue Reading →
I haven't written since you and I realize that exact line has likely been written before and I know I'm not alone. But I am alone. Because no one else is me and no one else is you. And no one else knows the us we know. And maybe I have written, but it's been... Continue Reading →
The sunrise is a flame Kindled by my burning past And I say good riddance As I rebuild from the ash I'll build a new today As I've always done I'll misstep, somehow And add it to the sun And when you make a mistake Your weary arms will tire But when you're... Continue Reading →
These words are the scars on my heart The ones that didn't make it to my arms But I need them and they need me I don't write to remember I don't write to forget I don't write to heal I remember, and it hurts I write because I remember And I remember so I won't... Continue Reading →
"The king is dead! Long live the king!" Jonathan shouted in the midst of the throes of battle. His cry could be heard by every man despite the clamor; sparks shot from the edges of the thousand swords striking swords and helmets and shields and breastplates. Volleys of arrows still exchanging from behind the front... Continue Reading →
I'll give you just a piece Of the brightest green and melody Of the bitter cold and bittersweet Of my every sense and self defense And how I slowly breathe It would take a whole life To begin to share my depth of sight Invoke my definition of bright To comprehend my meaning of... Continue Reading →
My scribbles may be sloppy, and some too sloppy for some readers, so I will write the words below, but it took a pen and paper to come up with these words. Sometimes there's something too mechanical about pounding the keys of a computer, and my creative mind refuses to engage. It was a pen... Continue Reading →
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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